LU 54 - Cyn 1

I was busy growing my pride of the forest, (the Hawthorn sapling was coming to be a strong one!), when I heard a voice call out from below the branches. Oh, I rarely get visitors out here! And another Fae folk too? When was the last time I'd run into another, I could barely contain my excitement! I did manage to keep my composure, as joyous as I am it'd be a fools errand to lend that freely to my kin of all beings. She said that she was drawn to the energy here while I hardly noticed it, how my sapling has come so far already! Apparently she roamed these woods often before taking a deep slumber, now how long ago was that? I couldn't feel a trace of her presence when I got here, I made sure to be thorough! No matter, the more company the merrier I says. Suddenly, a breed of pig I have never quite seen before came out of the woodwork. It speaks common! If I weren't invested before, it leaps into the air and flies! I needed to beat my new company to the punch, this creature would provide so much in use and food fun! It takes my offer of being its owner with little thought after being motivated with cooked potatoes, and there's not a name to it too! It's a little hollow in its head, but there's always a potential for more. How lucky I am to run into it first! My new company looks at me strangely when I interact with it before she warns of mortal attachment. Why, if I weren't in such high spirits I'd dare say I was offended at that prospect! It's of no matter though, she is clearly of older variety and doesn't interact with mortals often.
Sticking so close to ones roots... I didn't dare think to ask this stranger what's been brewing in my head until she laughs, she laughs and it carries winter snows and falls breeze. That is-that is very- very what? Very good, no! Very bad, no! I don't know so I will put a pin in this train of thought, yes yes! I need to say something, say what? To ask what court you're sworn to outright is terribly rude but I can't wait for how many years before she decides to visit again, we are fickle and I know better. I need to guarantee she returns, to see if she is of unseelie loyalty, to see what she does. And so I compromise and speak of wyld magic and its absence, how it could be so much more and how we could be so much more once again. She was in disbelief at first but that clear hope and curiosity at the thought growing... I proposed that we combine efforts to bring it here, to replace that land that should've been ours, to restore the rightful balance between us and them. She is hesitant and thorough in question and everything annoying about a clear head in a deal. It's both relieving and migraine inducing, I just want to start in action already!
She dwells before eyeing my pig's wings and asks for them, something about flying folks and how it'd make good in her collection, she says. I have no intention of giving away what makes it so useful, but I entertain her and ask what she would give for them. She attempts a classic vague promise for payment later and I almost roll my eyes, do I look as if I were born 50 years ago? My mind draws back to the birds and bugs that flock in the town before I decline and make a new proposition. Where to harvest a pair of fresh wings, and in return she works with me to bring wyld magic back! I thought it was perfect, but she keeps asking and prodding further until I grow tired of this loop of ours! An extra third pair of hands for security in the harvest I said, take it or leave it! I was planning on accepting Vice Thornberry's offer on that haven of his anyhow, and this outing will serve as a fun test too! That's 3 birds with one stone, or it would be if she would just ACCEPT ALREADY! 'I will dwell on this' she says before vanishing into the spruce trees, and once I'm sure she is nowhere near I groan to the heavens. As much as I missed my kin, the waiting game was always one I craved the least.