It was rare that things stuck with the Halfling the way this feeling had. A hand rose to her right ear -- now healed thanks to the efforts of Lady Ceylon Grey -- remembering the pain, remembering what happened thereafter. Memories that caused her to shudder. That place, that unknown realm, it was foul and it was certainly a place she had no wish to return to. A realm full of cold unyielding darkness, a home to creatures both unknown and undead. 

A place into which she had been thrown against her own will.

Lowering her hand again, she shook her head. An attempt to remove the jarring thoughts that plagued her. She had been rash, she had panicked and that was something she would never admit to anyone. Ever. Not even her closest friends would learn of this. No to them, the fresh wound on her left hand would be seen as nothing more than the little Halflings determination to set things right again. 

Just because she was no longer in the heavens didn’t mean she was unable to sense mystical beings akin to herself. Squatting down, the warrior pushed a strand of red away from her face before holding a finger out towards the little fae, “My, my... Well isn’t this a pleasant surprise. I haven’t had the pleasure of running into any of your kind yet. Lovely child, what is your name?” 

How she managed to find herself wandering through these dense wastelands was always unknown to her, And she constantly felt watched no matter how empty the area felt.. perhaps it was just her overly paranoid mind perceiving solitude as a threat. She was unable to even know Mato existed, Less there would be problems down the roads for her.. she always found some form of peace in the varying perspective's she could get from the higher points.. and this place appeared to have a very well sized hill.. a possible place to sit for a while.

eyes are wide ( and perhaps even SPARKLING!! ) at the sight of the tiny faerie, a bright smile gracing delicate features. she’s read plenty about them in books, and they consider the fae myths, but here one was, fluttering about in front of her! and while the witch believed in them, she never ever thought she’d actually see one.

❝  o - oh, my! y - you -- you’re s - sopretty!  ❞ perhaps prettier than any of the pictures in all the books she’s read thus far. ❝  w - where d - did you come from?  ❞