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Another nod was granted, accompanied by the saccharine smile she carried anywhere. That was what most would call it, a pack — a promise of unity and protection. So far, she'd gathered up many allies, but none completely devoted to the idea of faeries and rituals. She understood; she, too, had been hesitant upon hearing details and going through initiation herself. But the rewards outweighed the sacrifices, if there even were ones, and she hoped to convince others of that fact.

Indeed I am — At least attempting to. She answered. She wasn't cocky nor did she take the opportunity for granted. Watching her parents from the shadows had proven useful to realizing that establishing a court - or pack, as the stranger called it - was hard, sometimes unrewarding, work. The fae was ready to take on this challenge, but even if she the most devoted creature on the planet, it wouldn't mean anything without followers.

Her ears perked then. Then where are you from, if I may ask?