Na'eema Xerfantes relaxed in one of Azeria's plains, the wolfox meditating on the nature surrounding her.

She felt the insects about, the burrowing animals beneath, the nocturnal birds above.

But she also sensed something different...

"You're a lot like me, aren't you little one?" Na'eema asked of the diminutive fey who floated above her hand.

The entity had arrived every night she'd come, drawn to the half-alien, and she seemed to know what Na'eema was.

And sometimes, if Na'eema listened very closely, she could even hear her whisper incredible secrets as they gazed upon the vast field of stars, far from light pollution...

[Artwork by  luazinha ]