"There are really Faeries in the Upper Planes? I told those silly Dryads that we were special." One of the Fae blurted out, dropping the pretense that they weren't actually following and eavesdropping on Wolfe and the Seraphim's conversation.
"Indeed. Not the same sort of Faeries as your lineage, they have been separated by a million years of change, but they are still visibly Faeries, with the same wing shape and size." He agreed.
"That is wonderful. But does that mean that if there were some of them here, you could stay overnight? I mean, they give of light, and you're not good in the dark, right? Well, we have lights, but that's not quite the same, so the Light Sprites in a house would make it comfortable, right?" The Fae rambled at high speed.
