Prince On The Run

When Hex had returned from the fae lands, he'd been happy as he'd ever been. He hummed happy little songs as he served people in the inn. His spells were especially powerful. He even took the time to make upa couple love potions for no particular reason.

But as the days passed, the joy faded. The world was grey and dull without Nyxx. Hex found himself longing for the nymph. Plotting ways he could get back to him. Ways to call him here.

When he went to bed, he left fresh rainwater on the windowsill in the moonlight with two drops of amorata oil and a bit of lodestone.

Perhaps the spell would bring him.

Hex could only hope.