Sometimes, while out walking in the wood, I stumble on tiny traces that the wee folk are indeed still here and have not abandoned it for warmer places. Today, I stumbled on this lovely little treasure, a flaming jewel against the snow and ice. I left a little offering of honeyed almonds, said the appropriate greeting, and Aeweth, a little snow sprite, came to collect it (if only I could go about like that without ever feeling the cold!).
Nínimiel of the Snowdrops
Nínimiel sits perched in the trees, surveying the wood for a good spot to plant the first snowdrops of the season.
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Dúlindwen
Dúlindwen glides over the winter wood, her nightingale-soft song threading through the wind. She is keeper of the liminal world, twilight whisperer, dawn dancer. The slumbering forest is her domain, its winter-bare trees sentries to her silent kingdom.
