Dawnlark Plains You have him turn around so he can have deniability

The fae turned to the sky, realizing it had indeed become dusky. She smiled and nodded at the others words, replying; I do not know where I'll settle next, but I hope to send word of our establishment before summer. And she would, as soon as she had the resources to spare. The Bracken Woods; she'd never heard of it, but she assumed her friend at Whitebark Stream would be more than happy to guide her there if need be.

The pleasure was all mine. She chirped, before turning North again. I wish us good luck. And then the fae fluttered 'ver snowy hills to the forest that may or may not become her sanctuary.