Thorns In Her Hair

I remembered watching the Forn leave from my window at night, long past sunset and even longer past my bed time. The ladies dressed in beautiful sheer fabrics in colors I'd never seen before. Their laughs and whispers chimed like an orchestra through the trees as they faded into the night, away from our young prying eyes. I'd always imagined that they wandered to wonderful castles, and danced with handsome princes until dusk when they had to return home.