It is in the moonlit night that a child appears within the emerald blades of the Cove. Her coat, a pastel canvas of reds and pinks, is hard to mistake against the earth as belonging -its warmth radiating from the cool backsplash of land. There is not a whisper heard of her existence here. It would be only the eye that draws a stranger closer to see for themselves what lays quietly sleeping in the field.
Kleo remains still, curled into a perfect oval, head tucked to her belly. She knows not where she is or how she had come to be here. And she is lost to her dreams under a star-speckled sky. Oblivious to the happenings around her or the dangers that threaten the lands borders.
By some miracle she has been placed in a safe haven, created by the fairies. Maybe someday she will be told the stories of their world and she will place their legacy within the stars above...
@[Ilma]