Neverwinter Forest come shove the sun aside

Her teary eyes lifted to meet his as she responded. Were you never told stories of changelings? She searched his face for any sign of recognition.

They replace your children with your own, but fae so young rarely survive in our realm. She offered a brief explanation, the solemn nature of her tone briefly fading as she spoke of the death of these supposed fae. My children were plump and happy. I was left with thin, wailing creatures. They could not be mine.

No, they were not hers. She was sure of it from the way they rejected her milk and felt so cold to the touch. Her children were wandering the world without her, lost and afraid.

Sick, was what Chevy had claimed them to be. But if each of her pups had grown ill in such a short time, should she have not been able to prevent it?