Ivory's POV
The moon hung low in the inky dark sky, projecting a delicate, gleaming shine over the detached clearing where Rolf had driven me. It was a position of ethereal excellence, a safe-haven settled profound inside the core of the woodland, distant from according to the human world. As we ventured into the clearing, connected at the hip, I really wanted to feel a feeling of marvel and fear wash over me. This was Rolf's reality, his space, a domain where the extraordinary ruled, and I was nevertheless a simple guest, a brief look into a presence that had been stowed away from me for such a long time. Rolf pressed my hand delicately, his touch securing me right now. "Do you feel that, little one?" he mumbled, his voice scarcely over a murmur. I gestured, my faculties receptive to the
