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Lorelei softens at the sight of Dixie.
I’ve never been good about talking about myself, but I’ve always been good at telling stories, and… once upon a time, there was a little girl who looked at the way the moon fell on a lake and said “I cannot possibly love more than this,” and her mother laughed but said nothing.
Same with the sea on the shore, same with her tree…
Then one day, a strange figure walked into the glade where the little girl, who was no longer a little girl kept her tree.
The figure talked with the tree, laughed, and instead of the woman attacking, or protecting, she just watched.
And slowly, as her tree and the figure talked, she came to know that figure.
She’s been alive for centuries but she’s never known love like this.
Any time Dixie comes home, she’ll be here.
And for the times that they can’t, she made this.
She gives Dixie a bow made from her own tree, so that wherever Dixie goes, they’ll always have a part of Lorelei with them. And she strung it with woven light from the north star, because they’re her Polaris, and she will set her path by them.
And Lorelei gives Dixie a memory- a flash of the first time Dixie went to Lorelei’s grove.