Hey mister! Where the fuck am I?she questioned, hopping down from the pile of rocks (the well).
Those magic doors didn't bring me back home, an' I ain'evr seen this place before. Why's the wood lookin' like that?
She questioned, again, motioning with her muzzle. There were a lot of things she wanted to ask, of course, squinting when she looked back at the man again.
Hey, your shadow's gone? Y'ain't a fae are ya?She was squinting harder now, though with suspicion.


