The Lost Fae

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er, and want her close to him. Slowly, he withdrew from her, careful not to wake Wynne. She looked peaceful, her eyes closed, her hair a strawberry halo around her head. Arandir could tell that being in Loslosach was beginning to have an effect

those injuries could be healed once they reached Winterbridge. The Cailleach didnt have healing powers, but he was sure that the woman had a full staff. Healers in

r in the tent. He'd start on breakfast, and w

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the knowledge of the last few days to come back to her. She'd been kidnapped. And she was no longer in t

ir's arms. She'd been with both men and women before, but none had the strange effect on her that Arandir did. She was attracted to him, sure, but she wondered if the pull she had to him was some sort

t the smell of fresh dirt. No clouds in the sky, the sun peeking through the sight of the mountaintops. The air was chill, but not uncomfortable. A seemin

to think about if there was a difference in her sight, her thoughts got cloudy, and she seemed to be redirected.

as sapping. But why did she want to resist in the first place? He was gorgeous. Sighing softly, Wynne contemplated the man, finding herself en

ding. But she couldn't place where it was coming from. It was so small, that it was

startling lavender hues were looking back at her. They were beginning to appear brighter to Wynne as well. They stood out now, they were no longer singularly lavender. His eyes had triple rings, the outermost a glimmering gold, pale

lling her was true. Maybe it was, and Wynne is some fae creature. If she is, what is she? And where did she come from; how did she wind up with her parents? Not that she didn't love Ma and

ng to ease the burden of her questions. Sh

to mask her array of emotions. "I understand if you can't answer, but I need to know. I feel pulled towards you. I wanted to fight it at first but the more time with you, t

randir's previously small grin had turned into a massive smile. He eagerly motioned for her to continue, the mo

d softly, gazing up at him. She wasn't sure if she should tell him about the fact

you, but I'm afraid I may leave you with more questions. Please forgive me if my actions seem strange to you, I'm

irst to change. Most cannot see the Fae, unless they have a minor amount of it in their ancestry or have been touched by some sort of mag

one, observing to ensure that

eryone. For some, they see things, others can feel emotions, or hear thoughts. I won't be surprised if you manifest one of these psychic abilities, as they're very common. Most sidhe fae, like me

rything from his fingertips all the way to the nerves in his shoulders. He bent down, nuzzling his nose against her hair and bre

of fate. Pairing together the people she believes will complete your life and support y