Of course, the mortals would have no way of noticing what lurked and moved through the shadows. The fae and mages never strayed far from the light, thus they were also unaware of my presence. Not that they could do anything to me.
My abyss would easily engulf their paltry parlor tricks.
What vexed me most was the two arrogant so called royalty standing before their loyal sycophants! This was what that stupid imp took my flower for?! The only light I allowed in my lands...for what?!
That barely alive, mewling thing?!
What an insult!
“So, this is where you took Selene’s Blossom, whelp.”
The flowers that had invaded this quaint chapel shriveled as I rose from the accumulation of shadows everyone regretted ignoring.
Verdant vines blackened and petals rotted into dust as I stood, soaking in the sheer terror in those pink eyes.
Eirlys would always be that tiny bug like pixie.
