Blacktail Deer Plateau cake by the ocean

As a response to her question about home, Merrigan said yes; but to Kitsch it sounded as if her home was a distant reverie, not a distinct reality. With this, Kitsch could relate: her home too was nothing more than a dream. Though the domino girl harbored a splintered hope that she would one day return to Saoi Baile, doubt kept her heart plunged in perpetual darkness. Her recreduence to her ancestral home and court and loved ones was surely a fable, just as the arthurian tales of knights and princesses had been fables. There were no happy endings, and Merrigan’s story simply proved it. But there was one part that didn’t make sense…

”Humans?”

The girl quirked her head to the side, indicating that she did not understand such a word — but these humans sounded horrid. Killing brothers, stealing princesses? No thank you!