"I don't think I have one," the girl answered. Münfaede's gaze softened. She knew what that was like, she'd been on her own from a young age as well. Far too young, probably. The girl says that she grew up in a place for foals, a place with a Guardian Fairy. The title sent tingles rippling across her skin. She'd definitely never be going anywhere near there. The girl thought it was a nice fairy, but she knew better and just smiled indulgently.
"I like it here, wif da twees an' da aminals. I have a spot, umm..." Smidgen looks about then jerks her nose in the general direction of a large tree. "That way. There's a hole in the bottom of a twee. I s'eep there most nights." Her gaze follows the girl's nod with a blank face. She, too, slept beneath hollowed trees. She was too large to do so in this form, but...
Smidgen's next words snap her attention back to her. A friend? No, certainly not. Her mother said she could never have a friend, could never trust anyone. The unicorns had their agents in the cleverest places, in the trickiest people. Münfaede suddenly looked down at her. Could she be one of those? Of course it was possible. It would be a wicked act indeed to warm her heart with such an innocent little face. But she couldn't let on that she knew, she would just have to play along then slip away as soon as she could.
A friend does sound nice, she said truthfully. They could detect lies, after all. Well, she thought maybe they could, anyway. Always best to lie with the truth; that one was from her father. Either way, she shouldn't stick around for much longer if she could help it. I should probably go now, I have somewhere to be, she said with a smile. And she certainly did.
Anywhere far, far away from here.
