Tree Hollow

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This tree is the faeries and pixies sacred tree

Yes, my parents always taught me to treat people how you'd like to be treated.
*Kumo give Annabella a big smile.*

*Kumo lays on the root and puts her arms over her head, looking at the clouds*
It's a nice day out today isn't it?
(OOC: sorry I zoned out ><')

*Kumo watches the clouds roll over head.*

Alright, it was nice meeting you to!!
*she waves at her and runs off in the opposite direction in her wolf form*

"Ah You again." His royalness stood up to see her in the distance his body still sore from his contest of strength and prowess, "Welcome back Ms. Annabella." He gave a slight bow," Oww" he whimpered his gut was still sore and his face was healed and his wings were still quite mangled. But his face was still all cheers and no Jeers he was happy to have gone through with the contest, It was quite fun.

He smiles " you being here is More that enough now." be gives his broken wing a quick flutter both of them were quite damaged, but he could still fly, " This makes me feel more manly for some reason." he he ran his finger along his sheathe of the saber like he could count all of the new nick just placed into it from his last contest, He was slightly hung over as well but that pain was nothing to the pain in his pride losing." So what brings you back here My dear?" he asked floating Giving his broken wings a flutter or two to keep from hitting the ground

"Learn More about Our people you say?" he was surprised to hear something like that from her but he was trying to remember what his Queen has told him of her people since he was cursed to be a fairy not being bore one himself but he knew a little about them other than the fact that they liked to have fun. "W~What would you like to Know Annabella?" He asked as his feet touched the ground he stopped flapping his wings for reasons unknown to him but he did.

"A man told you this." He gave her a once over looking for markings of his queen. Most notably hair that is odd for fairies, a gold color his queen had hair of the same shade or she could be like him, A human cursed with wings, he looked for more from her her wings, his wings not being his own but that of a all to willing butterfly, her wings were equally as intricate as the queen's wings loops and loops in loops, but would She accept her because the princesses tend to end up as handmaidens to their mother's and she can't produce sons but she often adopts and procreate with those she adopts. "I'm sorry I can't tell you if you are." She is of royal blood of course but telling her would doom her to being at her mother's or aunt's feet for the rest of her life, "Poor Mustard." The king muttered under his breath after he was done examining her.

he giggled a little, "Oh nothing Just the name of the princesses is all."he didn't mean to say it out loud but it came out with such ease that of course he feels bad about the oldest princess who is older than he, who has to wash the backside of the queen when ever she bathes."Yes nothing to worry about at all."

He sighed and shook his head, "I know how you feel I too Know nothing more than what my queens have told me, My past life before this one I have nothing."

She embraced him a surprise it was to him, He didn't do anything to deserve this embrace maybe she was happy to have a kindred spirit after being alone for so long, he hugged her back feeling compelled too hugging her harder than she was he.