Market-Month (first stop)

The smile that responds to his thoughtful gesture, one arm extended as though to assist me, is as awkward as the wingbeats of a fledgling bird, shy, and not in an introverted sense, either. I’ve never found power in isolation. This heart longs to be around others, to connect with them, it just doesn’t know how. My free hand peeks, tidy half-moon nails first, out between the heavy curtain of cloak surrounding me, though it hesitates momentarily while I examine the giant’s friendly eyes before fully committing to his offer. “Thank you, Ianto.” This voice is nervous, but visibly grateful and finally I slip my hand over his arm and grant him a little of my burden. “I am Hazel.” My name is offered gratefully, though still with an element of uncertainty - as though it is more than just the identity that is extended. I can only trust that a friend of the Wild Fae, Arduinna, is a friend too, of mine. The thought raises a question, and my tongue is swiftly upon it, “How did you come to be in her favour?” then blushing, “…if you don’t mind?” (I don’t know if you want to respond under the Wishing Wagon board? I’m easy)