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Both Denise and gwynnyd wanted to see more about Imrazór and Mithrellas. This is Imrazór's perspective, although I think there will be more drabbles in this... oh dear, yet another series.... *g*

Day 188

as part of the Lost Love series.

Fairy Tale

Sometimes Imrazór had to pinch himself to remember he was not living in some tale of yore. For what was his life but a series of tableaux that beggared belief?

First the weary huntsman, a flash of white promising success after a fruitless day.

Then the pursuit. Until, drawing a bead, he finds 'tis no hart but an elf-maid, fair and trembling.

Coaxing slow trust, offering succour and shelter – until at last she lays her hand in his.

A joyous wedding in the spring. Two bonny bairns.

And now the hunter seeks through leafless winter for his vanished fairy wife.