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Not a very good messenger, the fae thought rudely, if she was one. But the thought was easily forgotten about and would probably never be spoken again, let alone cross her mind for a second time. The girl confirmed her suspicions, but they weren't of many words. It was as if Caw had suddenly forgotten half his vocabulary of which he already had so little, speaking now only in solo or duo words.

She watched the strange girl motion, referring apparently to the rain. The fae nodded, unsure of what to do with such a comment. Yes, it was raining, it was part of why she'd offered a place inside their forest instead of the borders. Oh well, it was no worry of hers - and she didn't mind hearing herself talk more so than the stranger. I'm Lumiya, queen of the faes that live in this forest. What may I call you?