Wild Berry Meadow Losing Time

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The fae sat quietly as he devulged information to her. Something bad must have happened, for he seemed to dance around the topic of 'troubles'. Alas, just as she had edged around her own past, so did he. She could not judge him for something she also tended towards. Sometimes things were meant to be shared when you know someone better.

Through the way Quixote described them, his pack seemed like a close-knit group. Feyre watched his features as he described himself. He spoke insecurely about himself, but showed none of that on his face. He described himself as though he was not yet apart of that group. Perhaps it was because he was nearly new. A sliver of doubt slipped into her mind. Perhaps she would talk about herself in the same way if she joined. If she joined? Where had that come from? Now she was legitimately considering everything he was saying. He really did seem to care for the people he lived with, and they must have all grown closer after whatever it was that had happened to them.

A small glimmer of humor finally appeared in her amber eyes as the male joked about some of the members of his pack. He was certainly selling them to her. "Well you certainly seem to like them." She laughed faintly, allowing a smile to light up her ivory features. "You mentioned about me joining? What would your leader think?" About me. Her mind added.