We the few can see them, the lonely hearts, the spirits, the wandering lovers cursed to bring love to others because they lost their true loves in life
Those of us that can see our fae friends all we feel is the loss of their soul, we aren't new, in fact, we are the oldest. we have been around the longest of any of the races
we are the dryads, we who are kith and kin to the angelic presences and demonic influences because we are bred of both
we who find solace in the wild places
we who hear the language of the rivers and listen and know the whispering conversations of the trees
we who find out comfort in the waters of the world, the natural people, those who see and hear the truth in the words of the wilds of the world