Jade Fern Grove After the war I went back to New York

That does seem terrible

She nodded in the direction of her home fondly, "Its not too far in that direction." She then turned, listening to the fae's tireade about her freedom and such. "I prefer the company to the silence." She spoke honestly.

At the name she faltered, her voice growing horse in her trachea. Kelina. Perhaps it was a coincidence that her name rang a bell, or maybe it was not. At this her bravado faltered, for Hor had described her as the bloodthirsty type. "Kelina...erm. Do you perhaps, by chance, know a guy named Horosk?" Of whom is your half-brother. She did not add.