Fox's Glade So near, so far or in between

As the other woman lowered herself to the sodden earth of the bank, Feyre followed suit - curling her plume about herself. "Where had you lived before?" Everyone, it seemed, had something they were running from. Be it themselves or others, they were never far from some sort of fear. Perhaps the woman simply missed her family.

She doubted that.

Of course, the fae seemed to notice she had forgotten her southern manners. Feyre would have chuckled if the conversation had not previously been disheartened. "Very nice to meet you Cin," She smiled a bit at the nickname, "You can call me Feyre, but Fey works too." She allowed a full smile to chine through her features. It had been a long time since she had carried on a civil conversation.