fire meet gasoline

Danica listened to the girl's plea silently, offering none of her own. She was taken back to a cold, lonely night years ago when it had been her own tearstained face turned upwards, pleading with the fae creatures to put her own family back together. Back when she had been young and naive, before she realized that magic didn't exist and the only wishes that came true were the ones you made real. Before she realized what a liar her father had been all along.

Perhaps one day Maera would think of her the same, should her family not return. That would be fine, for at least she would have the comfort now. Besides, say what you would about the golden warrior, but she was here. And that would count for something. It would have counted for something to Danica.

Leaning over, she touched her nose to the girl's side. "They are fickle creatures, but perhaps they will show favor" she said quietly. There was a sort of spell about them that she didn't want to break with too much chatter.