ternary trees and greenery

The air was already speckled with bright, spinning faerie trails. Unlike the fat bees, standing stagnant on the stoops of pistil, the faerie were all too gladdened to tune this Morn's lips as early as possible. Those soft-bodied creatures wove their hands in cadenzas, beating their wings from A to sweet E to a high, singing G; each breeze hummed their full minuet.

"Good morn, M'Lady. Lovely out to-day, aye?"

Chestnut ears tweaked as he twirled up beside her. His tenor aria went ignored.

"Epona?"

Her hooves shifted east and away.

"Not still bothered about the fence," Link quirked his head, swirling swatches of buttery blonde amongst the sparkling fae and folk, "are you?"

She snorted. The grass waved.

"Oh, Lady." Link pouted full his lips, turning his water-clear eyes around in their sockets. "You know I have no sense of womankind's delicacy."

She nickered.

He smiled. The sun shone a little bit brighter.

"Aye. I'm hopeless."

To that, she bayed; together they laughed, he rolling low chortles along her flaxen mane; she all aglow as she reared her teeth and giggled.

"Aw c'mon, Lady." Link fluttered his callus finger-pads up and down her nose. "Just a little run." The lad smelt quite dizzyingly of hawkgrass and lilac sprigs and fresh, sunny creek water. "Besides…"

His sentence fell away as sun split her strings and the ground splintered pieces and all timber silenced to the coloratura of the wraith ginger-talon…

Epona bumped his chin.

The sky remained blue.

"Besides," Link's laughter sang. "No one needs us anyway!"

fin

i refrained from typical "-ly" adverb use--i didn't count total adverbs, but i'd like to think that there are less than five.

generalized disclaimer applies; sincerest apologies for any inaccuracies--i only ever saw the end.