🍬 contradictking
Fair folk were among those beings that Tante was thankful to have avoided for the majority of her life. They were too tricky, and she didn’t like any creature that could match her cunning. Not when they had a vested interest in the same quarry. She had heard her white ravens whispering of the barn owl lurking the factory at night. She had hidden the children far below, out of sight, and protected them well but still they called for help from whomever would hear. ❝ Come out, come out, o’ Goblin King... ❞ Tante said, stalking between the machines of her factory, now dormant after a day’s work. ❝ I know the two lads cried to you in the night. You’ll not find them here, they’ve already been swallowed up. ❞