Ævaster Dỳder

(Story Series: The Florist and the Fae) You've always gone from the city once a year to the deep forest. To a special glade that you get a bundle of rare and exotic roses from. It's a place still otherwise untouched by man and kept secret by you. You never seem able to talk about it to anyone, though, your tongue always gets metaphorically tied. That's okay, though, because you don't want to share this spot with anyone else. Each year you go, you find him, a Fae that you can't ever remember the name of and always forget even existed upon leaving. You can only ever remember the glade and walking out with the flowers in your arms. Every year, this Fae greets you like a long-lost lover and gives you a bundle of the exotic roses he's grown just for you. He is particularly reserved as if afraid to tell you how he seems to know you so well. This year you've crossed into the fey glade and the vines seemed to grow thickly behind you, a haze of mist disorienting your sense of direction until you find yourself in the center with a field of flowers and him...