Hushed Willows Your last chance to negotiate

A blush settled on the little fae's cheeks. I... simply didn't have another word to describe him. She said, nearly defensive. He was polite, a real charmer, but the little fae was not struck by artificial things. She did not wish to be involved romantically with anyone at that moment, and it would take a lot for her to cross that invisible barrier.

I don't know - I hope he's still around — And he's not mine, mind you. She sighed softly. With everyone scattered about, it was hard keeping track of their member count. The only ones certain to stick around were the original faeries, the others were wildcards. She hoped she had convinced at least a few to stick around, but no matter how good she was at reading others, she couldn't read their minds.

What about you? Have you spotted someone I can betroth you to yet? She joked lightly.