Oh, poor mortal. What have you done, stumbling into a fae creature's ring with no rowan or salt in your pockets? You belong to me now, you poor thing. You should husband your energy. This night will be very long for you. The moon is barely risen, and my appetites are formidable. This wonderful script by u/Fresh-Bell is rich with magic and lust and world-building. In my sophomore effort at a script fill, I can only hope I was up to the task of doing these words justice. I had no choice but to try; the fae had taken hold of me, and I could not resist. Poem "The Stolen Child" by W. B. Yeats Night sounds and møøse noises from freesounds.com