The Lost Fae
ynne was too frightened to open her eyes and see what had happened to her. Experimentally, she stretched out her arms and legs, realizing that sh
east. This place was nowhere like home. Fortunately, she was alone in the room she had found herself in. On a cushy bed, a fireplace roaring across from her. Her previously paint speckled clothe
r hands into fists, letting out a soft hiss at the pain, Wynne dragged herself to a sitting position. She was in a flimsy gown. A nightgown maybe? She seemed to be unscathe
a biscuit and stuffed it into her mouth. Her fingers were starting to go numb, the multiple sclerosis making it near impossib
uldn't have stood more than 3 feet tall. It's face seemed smooshed, it's nose two holes underneath it's eyes, no structure to it at all. It's lips were two
nd it, it made a noise like it was clearing
he creature said, it's voice raspy but distinctively female, bustling
ne asked, fascinated as she wat
of Loslosach. The Wild Hunt took ye, and ye were brought here. This is the home of
be dreaming! " Wynne's breathing started to become ragged, her throat tightening as she began to panic. She pinched at he
n a strange world and she had no idea how to get home, or if she even could. Black spots clouded her vision, struggling to breathe through the panic. She started g
. She held out a teacup to Wynne, who graciously took the somehow still warm drink. Sip
hu?" She asked, planning to get as ma
like it was made of some sort of silk. The fabric easily fell below her knees but it didn't quite reach the floor. It had intricate laces on the back, that Wynne had no idea how to tie. Yerrow helped her out of the sh
can have food brought here in an
ate how kind you've treated me, but the only
oulder and followed the brownie woman. It seemed this entire place was carved out of a giant tree. They went down a winding wooden staircase,
r own, but they pushed open easily. On the other side, there was a majestic field of unnatural flowers, roses lining the doorframe. Thorns reached for Wynne as she fol
ddle of the field. He was magnificent, and Wynne fel