Hearing that there really was a possibility of accidentally falling off a cliff — well, a couple of waterfalls — was more amusing than alarming. The amusement faded a little on hearing ‘Sidhe’, but Rance pushed the ache to the side in the mental box labeled ‘later’. Maea had already see enough of him falling apart, he didn’t need the embarrassment of a repeat performance. He forced himself to focus instead of remembering the places she was listing, if only so that he could look or ask for more information at the Guild.
“It’s fine, you did say you weren’t local.” He stepped across a tangle of roots that arched up from the soil. “I’ll have to take your word about the huge tree. It was dark and I was pretty fuckin’ drunk when I got dumped here.”
The question about his homeland was only a surprise for half a second, there and gone with a moment of recognition. Of course, she’d want to know, especially given what she did for a living. It certainly wouldn’t hurt to satisfy her curiosity a bit, as she had his. “Yeah, well, not sure place names are going to mean much when you can’t visit them. Being a shifter is a lot easier to explain. I am —” He hesitated and corrected himself, “— was one of the Hidden. One of the fae folk. I was born a raven and only learned how look human when I was a few years old. We lived out by the edge of the woods instead of in the village, but I guess my parents were worried I’d change by accident in front of the humans if they didn’t teach me early.”
“It’s fine, you did say you weren’t local.” He stepped across a tangle of roots that arched up from the soil. “I’ll have to take your word about the huge tree. It was dark and I was pretty fuckin’ drunk when I got dumped here.”
The question about his homeland was only a surprise for half a second, there and gone with a moment of recognition. Of course, she’d want to know, especially given what she did for a living. It certainly wouldn’t hurt to satisfy her curiosity a bit, as she had his. “Yeah, well, not sure place names are going to mean much when you can’t visit them. Being a shifter is a lot easier to explain. I am —” He hesitated and corrected himself, “— was one of the Hidden. One of the fae folk. I was born a raven and only learned how look human when I was a few years old. We lived out by the edge of the woods instead of in the village, but I guess my parents were worried I’d change by accident in front of the humans if they didn’t teach me early.”
