Jesse was well aware her mouth was hanging agape as she looked up towards the tree house. The structure seemed old. Moss had stained the walls that were bathed in perpetual shadow, creating a dark green hue to the wooden construction. The thatched roof looked weathered and bowed ever so slightly as if long overburdened, telling tales of years of neglect,.
Her fingers traced around the edge of the silver choker, her finger curling around it to give it another futile tug. Normally she could see the dryads playing and the sylph chasing currents on the wind.
Her sight had been filled with visions of wonder and the movement of magic through all living things. Everything incorporeal had been hers to behold, everything. Now there was nothing. Her eyes no longer beheld the wonders she had once t
