Deepwood Weald parabol & parabola

The naive fae, albeit confused, was quick to respond to the woman's smile. Her own quickly parralled as she relaxed her stance, her tail flicking on its own accord. "I love your name! I had a friend named Uma as a child, she was really nice... I miss her quite a bit." Her innocent words came out in a single rush of breath, sadness clouding her sunset eyes. Within mere seconds the sadness was gone, replaced by her cheer. If not a bit forceful with its joy. "I'm Feyre," she smiled brightly.

 "in all of my wandering, I've never been here before." She found herself looking around at the flourishing greenery. The sunshine made her grin, the light warming her creamy maw. Child-like wonder seeped into her soft features as she unbashedly studied her new surroundings.