Hushed Willows When I was a kid, I couldn't afford a soul

Likewise. The fae responded, taking a seat near the stream. The pebbles that lined the banks were not comfortable to sit on with her petite figure, but it would have to do. She looked at Valiant invitingly, but if he refused to sit with her she wouldn't hold it against him. She just wanted to enjoy this for a moment.

Everyone with a good heart is welcome. She answered, looking not at him but instead at a single firefly that had come out to play. We allow guests, if you're more comfortable in such a position - though who knows, you might grow to like our ways. She knew she had. The way of the fae felt mystical and magical, yet not outlandishly so. It was the perfect balance between reality and fantasy.