Eliza
She liked Remi. That was something she wouldn’t dare admit to her people and even hesitated to admit to herself, but she did, and she didn’t care that he wasn’t a Fae. His boyish charm and curiosity captivated her and made her want to know more. Maybe he was the key to understanding these newcomers. If they were all like he was, perhaps it wouldn’t be such a bad thing after all.
Eliza tucked her hands beneath her back and grinned with a raised brow when he stopped himself from simply grabbing hold of the lichen.
Okay, so maybe he could have been a bit more specific with his question, as Fae were masters of the art of avoidance, but she knew that there was a fine line between dancing around questions playfully and just plainly being an asshole. Only because he was growing on her did she decide not to be an asshole.
“The lichen likes to make new friends,” she said, as though the lichen actually had a choice in the matter. “The problem is that they can be kinda clingy. Then, they end up spawning a whole bunch of new friends to form their own little cluster.” Wearing her playful grin, the Fae decided to drop the metaphor then. “It’s safe to touch, but it might be a bit of a chore to get off your skin. I would use something to pick it up, if it was me.”
