She doesn't really seem to get the point- or maybe you're the one who's not getting it, because what's mistifyingly confusing to you is apparently very black and white to her. Though you very much doubt she would be particularly receptive, if you appeared on her beach and demanded some hair.
"Protect the Greatwood, eh? From what?" This all feels very Big And Far Away to you, and you're always leery about involving yourself with god business. As for knowing things about the Fae... "Fraid you're the first of your kind I've met," you admit with an easy shrug. "An' I still don't really understand what any'a this has t'do with me, or why I oughta care- no offence."
Zephyr
you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
