bring on the night - any

[Sidhra]

S I D H R A

The boy moves towards her with such purpose that it startles the fae for a moment.  She watches him with curiosity, her elongated ears flicking forward as he approaches.  Sidhra, having lived for nearly a century, can’t help but admire the unchecked confidence of youth. Of course, that confidence has the potential to be equal parts endearing and annoying.  Curiosity flickers in the fae’s silver-white eyes as the boy stops before her. The fae dipped her head in response to the boy’s greeting.  Having grown up in a royal court, Sidhra had a very strong sense of decorum, and her younger sister loved to tease her endlessly for it.  The boy did not hesitate, stepping directly into a line of questioning which caught Sidhra off guard. Confusion flickered in those eerie silver eyes.  Her brow furrowed as she cocked her head to the side, trying to indicate her confusion. Sidhra did not know this Heartfire the boy spoke of.  She had know way of knowing if it was a person or a place or some sort of object, for all she knew. Not only had she been robbed of her speech but she had limited knowledge of this place as Beqanna had not been her home for any considerable length of time.  She let out a little huff in frustration. It would have been so easy to explain to the boy that she didn’t know what he was talking about if she still had access to her telepathy. Instead the fae simply shook her head, her long ears tilting backwards as she struggled to communicate her lack of understanding. BRING ON THE NIGHT

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@[kildare]