WISP: SEELIE QUEEN -> UNSEELIE KING [The wisp comes as she’s rising and leaving her quarters, pulling on a dress made of dawn’s light. It wraps itself around her, warming her, invigorating her, and leaving her hands free to pen a note to her King.] Are you ready to return to your own bed? [The wisp is seemingly amused, though a few ink splots dot the parchment as her pen hovers, wistful. She will miss this. She will miss him.]