Light Fae Realm:
The mirror felt like another pair of eyes.
Aire stood before it in complete silence, with both hands working slowly through the length of her silver hair.
There wad no servants in this realm. Just feas who volunteered to offer their help to her. She had answered none of them.
Now, only the sound of her own breathing filled the room. She gathered her hair together behind her head.
It had grown far longer than she remembered.
Months inside the Dark Fae Realm had changed it somehow. It reached way past her waist now, and softer than before despite everything she'd survived.
Her fingers moved automatically. She twisted, folded, and pinned the hair. She tied it into a loose bun without looking away from her own reflection.
For a long moment, she saw just herself.
Her pale face. The exhaustion beneath her eyes, and the faint shadows left by sleepless nights.
She barely recognised the woman staring back anymore. The Aire she remembered had smiled more.
