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

The fae shook her delicate head. Unfortunately not. She answered, a sad tone to her voice. If only she had been - how differently she would've seen the world and the concept of family. How different she would've seen herself... Instead of a failure from birth, she would've been praised for little things - like kids should be. She lit up shortly after, not wanting to dwell on the past nor on what might've been for too long. It made her feel awfully depressed. No — I was born 'round here, a long ways 'ver those mountains.

The wisp smiled again, getting a little idea in her head. We have a midsummer festival - if we've been established by then, perhaps you and your wolves could join us for the feast, dancing, singing... She trailed, remembering her own first festival. She had been just in time to experience the midwinter festival, and couldn't wait for the next.