I stop & think for a moment. Gather myself & breath, rubbing the back of my neck. I know the term, but the details are fuzzy. I have a brief memory of Krystopher &... someone he knew, but- but it's lost. I remember enough to answer her question, though.
"Yes, I have. Long time ago." To think I could meet one of her kind, here of all places! The resonance on the coin makes sense now. Summer wind - she must be what was once called Seelie, if that term is even used anymore. I look her over, her bright hair & golden eyes & realize this must be a seeming, a disguise. Of course. "Glamour," I whisper, looking back to the leafy branches that surround us. That's why I couldn't pin it down, why the pattern eluded me. Did- did she enchant me? I look down to the muffin she bought me. It's possible, but- but it doesn't matter now. It will last until it wears off, not much I can do but stay aware.
I look back to her, trying to stay composed as I reach forward to touch one of the leaves near her hair. Such a compelling illusion. "How much of this is real?" I ask, but I think I know the answer.
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I stop & think for a moment. Gather myself & breath, rubbing the back of my neck. I know the term, but the details are fuzzy. I have a brief memory of Krystopher &... someone he knew, but- but it's lost. I remember enough to answer her question, though.
"Yes, I have. Long time ago." To think I could meet one of her kind, here of all places! The resonance on the coin makes sense now. Summer wind - she must be what was once called Seelie, if that term is even used anymore. I look her over, her bright hair & golden eyes & realize this must be a seeming, a disguise. Of course. "Glamour," I whisper, looking back to the leafy branches that surround us. That's why I couldn't pin it down, why the pattern eluded me. Did- did she enchant me? I look down to the muffin she bought me. It's possible, but- but it doesn't matter now. It will last until it wears off, not much I can do but stay aware.
I look back to her, trying to stay composed as I reach forward to touch one of the leaves near her hair. Such a compelling illusion. "How much of this is real?" I ask, but I think I know the answer.