Felltree Marsh sonst ist licht- und farblos

a name, a title. they were like none she'd heard before, and once again, her intrigue sharpened. of queens and fairies, of stories told long ago. Gib dem Volk nicht deinen Namen, Tochter. the wraith dips her muzzle in quiet agreement, a sweep of her ear serving to belie her gratitude. 

yes, it would have been just as easy to find some unclaimed place to clean her limb, but something about the woman invites her to follow. and so she steps forward, willing to follow the queen from this place, hoping too to catch a glimpse of her fairies and her realm.