She was a curious girl.
She looked about with that damned curiosity that was always the cause of so much trouble for the Folk, but one thing differed. The girl walked with great care as to where she stepped, avoiding fairy rings, holes in the ground and other mound dwellings, appearing to have more ease in identifying them when typically they were glossed over by the human eye. A curious girl, an odd girl, but kind to his people. How unusual. Perhaps, for now, he wouldn't drive her from the wood as he had so many others. Besides, he could smell bread in her pocket.
She looked about with that damned curiosity that was always the cause of so much trouble for the Folk, but one thing differed. The girl walked with great care as to where she stepped, avoiding fairy rings, holes in the ground and other mound dwellings, appearing to have more ease in identifying them when typically they were glossed over by the human eye. A curious girl, an odd girl, but kind to his people. How unusual. Perhaps, for now, he wouldn't drive her from the wood as he had so many others. Besides, he could smell bread in her pocket.
Not only curious, but aware, too. The corner of his lip curled downward and he goaded his horse further on, startling her with the sound of hooves pounding on crackled leaves and roots as he rode away.
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