This place is full of a quiet magic in summer, it has none of the commanding beauty of it's western sister. Instead, it whispers its stories in the gentle lapping of waves against low-lying rocky shores, where narrow roads snake the coastline, winding endlessly past quaint Victorian and Cape Cod houses, and meadows painted pink and purple with lupines. Lupines are everywhere here, their elegant stalks swaying and dancing in the wind, wild denizens of the eastern seaboard.
It's the Lupin Faeries we have to thank for their presence here. In springtime they travel up and down the coastline, sprinkling their seeds. They don't need much to thrive, as their name 'lupinus' suggests, they are 'wolf flowers', as resilient as they are lovely.
This particular bend in the road belongs to Ereni. She will tell you humbly that the work of every Lupin Faerie is to bring more beauty into the world.