Light is blue like fresh runny ink. Mist is scattered across the promising lands of the faerie realm. Ponds are filled with water as clear as if it were a crystal.
Lights from inside the authentic houses, willows, beeches and peaches and dim. Far across the vast free lands music is heard.
A main hypnotic beat and whistles of sorts can be heard. On top of a rounded hill lies a totum pole. Each section on each member.
At the top there is the wise leader looking proudly down on her land. Fires are lit in the dips of the strings of perfect hills. Once lit all Faeries dance around the glowing fire all night until dawn. This is when silence is heard in the faeries sleep until dusk.