She answered his question about the hanging bauble with some hesitancy, still he was unaware as to what had inspired it. He nodded as she explained, "I like it," was his simple response.
The fae's dark eyes wandered over him once more, and she asked what it was like where he was from. Everybody always wanted to know that, it was a question he'd gotten used to being the new outlander on the block. "My world is kind of like this one. We had our own gods and nations, but we didn't have anything like you," he said, with a quick gesture to her wings, "and everything seemed a little brighter there, this place is kind of grayish."
"But hey, there was also a war about to start on my world, so I don't mind a little gray compared to that," he said with a shrug and a playful smile.
rock children hold your heads up high
