Uhrwerk. [The name is foreign in her mouth. She has never heard of such a creature — as far as she’s aware. A machine she is more familiar with but nothing that could interact like this faerie does. She shifts on her feet, taking a tentative step closer to get a better look, tilting her head curiously.]
No. It is shell. [But she remembers… something about a mask? It’s gone before she can reach for it and it frustrates her. While she answers honestly, knowing what she is and what she’s made of is something of a wonder when she knows so little.]
Have you flown to the top of the hedge? [She changes the subject from her being to the matter at hand. Was the hedge climbable? If so, perhaps she will not have to wade through the water.]
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No. It is shell. [But she remembers… something about a mask? It’s gone before she can reach for it and it frustrates her. While she answers honestly, knowing what she is and what she’s made of is something of a wonder when she knows so little.]
Have you flown to the top of the hedge? [She changes the subject from her being to the matter at hand. Was the hedge climbable? If so, perhaps she will not have to wade through the water.]