Well, that was sudden. You look up as the buzz of wings grows just a little closer, the voice accompanying them as tightly drawn as a bowstring. You haven't seen any Fae be told, truth be told, and now that she's close (and speaking) you're a little bit fascinated. She's a small little thing, and how those wings hold her up is beyond you, let alone how she keeps from being tossed about by the sea breeze.
"An' I need a cold drink an' a warm body." Y'know, while we're listing wishes. "Reckon y'ain't from 'round here, but generally favors are exchanged, not demanded."
Zephyr
you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
