The White Stag King

by Cocoa Swirl 10201

First published

She called me here to the edge of this wood. The tops of the trees gently brush the sky with gentle loving strokes. I inhale the fresh air of the newborn summer. The wind has beckoned me here to this forest of fae. She tells me of a king with an antler crown, and wisdom for those willing, or worthy to hear.

Come now, tread carefully in this wood. Listen intent-fully to the sound of his thundering hooves, run with him now, hurry and catch up! Listen to the voices of the fae, an be bestowed with the knowledge olde!