Fox's Glade So near, so far or in between

The fae described her home with such sweet homesickness that Feyre could not help but smile. "Your old home sounds lovely. I used to live in the Golden Glade not far from here, that was my more perminant. As of birth place wise, I'm from Valley Noel, which is pretty far away from here." A good thing at that, although there probably isn't much left of it as it was. The woman kept the sadness from her gaze, instead only stubtly allowing her mitt to scrape at the dirt beneath her. Old memories were not something she usually brought into conversation, but for some odd reason opening up to Cin did not seem like it would be too hard.