Eliza
The Fae’s eyes went wide, and she leaned forward suddenly. “You people are so young!” She said in disbelief. If she only lived to eighty, that would mean she was already a decade past half of her life. What a disturbing thought that was…
Eliza giggled lightly when he commented about having wrinkles. It was hard to picture such a youthful face aging as he described. “Why did your people fight?” She asked him with a tilted of her head. It wasn’t like the Fae were strangers to violence, but was it for the same reasons that his people fought? She wondered just how alike her people were with his.
