My fae characters, sharing a "dinner" :>
His smile crooked, and mocking.
“Ah, he doesn’t even know how to survive in the wilderness a day of walk from home. This would be unwise to remove his only chance to get here, without unwanted… turbulence.”
“So there is something in your words, when you said that you chose a fool” her eyes darted at him like arrows.
“A fool with potential. A fool with great untrained and chaotic power. Most dangerous fool.”
Oh, Nymre also knew how to use promising fools in her plans.
Lorian cut the apple with a sharp dagger and slowly put a slice into his mouth. Nymre thought that he was eating less and less. Even less than other old Fae. She wondered if it’s caused in any way by him passing one thousand years… or more disturbing factors.
It comes from my dark fantasy novel with fairytale elements (this part is still not uploaded).