Honeyed Pasture She just sleeps through the night

trade: spiritualist

windows for the fae? children of the mother, he had learnt. who told you that? he said, then. why would anyone believe such a thing? he was trying, truly, he was trying to understand why such a concept would exist. but he had been shown nothing but love from the moon and her stars.

but he thought back to the river of red. her absence, then, the day that the fighting had been its worst. but when she was back, full and bright, the war had ended. she had ended it. i don't understand, he said. truthful. hoping to learn. what makes you believe that they are malicious?