Honeyed Pasture She just sleeps through the night

They are windows for the fae. She wrinkled her nose as she spoke, jowls raising momentarily. They watch, and they plan.

Evil, disgusting creatures. Selfish and uncaring. The less time Eydis spent under their watchful eye, the better. The less likely she would be to fall victim to them again.

She knew the stories, and she had paid the price when she did not heed their message. It was not something she wished to repeat.