[The way he says human beings confirms what she was thinking he was, though she doesn't say it out loud. That can come at a later time. Six months already feels like she's been here for years, and idly she wonders if that's what it feels like in sidhe mounds, when travelers get trapped there like the legends say. So many years on the outside, a day on the inside or something of the like that man had told her, wasn't it?
She's known people who have been here longer, knows that there are natives who are descended from shardbearers. Time is a terrifying thing, sometimes.]
I was told tales of them as a child. Seelie an' Unseelie. Fae folk. They don't always make sense.
[Merida is thankful that the ride is smooth, a sick feeling curling in her stomach. They didn't make sense, but it wasn't like the tales lied.]
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She's known people who have been here longer, knows that there are natives who are descended from shardbearers. Time is a terrifying thing, sometimes.]
I was told tales of them as a child. Seelie an' Unseelie. Fae folk. They don't always make sense.
[Merida is thankful that the ride is smooth, a sick feeling curling in her stomach. They didn't make sense, but it wasn't like the tales lied.]