She shifted nervously, listening to the wind sigh and whisper to her through the woods. It was nothing new; she well knew the sad story it begged to tell the strangers within its shadows, for it was her story too. It didn't matter that it was not her forest, where she had grown up thus far. The trees seemed to speak amongst themselves, retelling all the fables and myths on the grapevine. All the tragedies.
"I'm just a Smidgen," the little girl introduced proudly. And she was that: a very little girl. Not a fairy or malicious imp. She seemed to lean in conspiratorially, and told her secret; that she was a fairy child. Münfaede's heart clenched for just a moment in fear, but she could see now that the girl was pretending. No wings held her aloft, no magic hid her presence. She definitely still had her own little child's scent.
"But um.. Ret- retweeve you fum what?" she asked. Münfaede grimaced, then carefully plastered a smile on her face. Obviously she couldn't just spit out her problems. With her luck, that would just bring them right back down upon her trail and pick up where they left off.
Nothing at all! she said with a forced laugh. Out of habit, she still held her head up, towering over the girl. Part of her wanted to lower it but she didn't trust that someone wouldnt happen across them just as she did and then she'd miss the danger until it was too late. No that wouldn't do.
She'd always considered herself rather small, until she met this Smidgen. There wasn't a whole lot of people around to compare to, however, she just remembered how large the Retrievers were. And how dangerous. Best not to think on that either. Speak of the devil and he shall hear...
So what are you doing in here? Shouldn't you be with your mother, or father? Family? She was almost amazed at herself. This was the longest conversation she'd had with anyone since she last saw her.. father.
