Golden hands, unmade plans

CAIsiDE The answers to his questions were less than helpful, only serving to leave Caiside more comfused. He knew of fae, at least, had known of fae, whatever these were seemed to be another bastardization of the familiar. ”What is the difference between the fae and wild fae?” Anything these creatures described as ‘scary’ has to be the real deal, considering their apparent power. Small hands in his hair relaxed Caiside somewhat, distracting him from the unnerving way they, the... children of the forest, had described themselves. He even smiled when one pointed out the obvious answer to his question, and tried again. ”Why are they putting people into the pit? Just to... hold them, or something else?” Worry spiked in his chest for his friend, but there was nothing he could do about it now. Wherever he was, Jigano was beyond his reach, but hopefully safe. ”Why did you come for me?” Caiside repeated the deliberate wording, wondering if this was the pet where things came crashing down around him. the whole world trying to tame the spark, but I've got fire burning bright.