Once Emily shook off the lingering dream, Merwyn swept her away into the festival again.
The day (night? The canopy was so thick in that part of the forest she couldn't be sure) passed in a blur of sights and smells and sounds and food.
So much food.
More fae berries, more fae fruit tarts, and even something called Faeberry Milk Tea.
She had to drink it through a straw that she was told had been created specially for the occasion.
It wasn't often that fae interacted so directly with mortals, and in fact many in the festival had barely even glimpsed a human in millenia, much less spoken to any.
Fae only came into the Mortal Realm if absolutely necessary, unless they were oddities like Merwyn and the others who'd been in the tower with him.
Emily hadn't realized just how much those fae had been essentially 'outcasts' at the time, as she'd only had experience to those and to Mia.
And Mia was...
Well.
Mia.
