Emberflame Ridge Negotiate a peace, or negotiate a time and place

The fae gave a soft little chortle, whispering a secret she did not wish Loinnir to hear. I wouldn't have known how to pluck him. The notion was funny to her, and maybe to her alone, but the girl laughed about it regardless. She did not care what others thought about her anymore, or so she told herself.

She shook her head at the painted lady's question. We're simply wanderers. She answered shortly, but not coldly. There really was no rhyme or reason for them to be there, they just happened upon places. All she knew that she was yet to find a home that fit her as well as the faerie court had had moons ago, and that perhaps she'd need to introduce that way of living to the Wilds if she could not find a place like it.