Lux was odd, even among fae. She loved company, but was often too interested in exploring the world around her to stay where her people tended to be. She was a wanderer, an adventurer of sorts, even if she always came home in the end. Her mother and father always chided her for it, but when one day she came home to an empty grove filled with iron bullet casings and trees full of cut marks, it seemed to have played out in her favor. She was the last one left, though she didn’t know that it was because hunters had come and stolen her loved ones away. In her grief, she convinced herself that they simply became one with the forest in a time of fear and that, in time, they would return.
Years stretched on and on and they never came back, but she refused to dwell on it. She stayed closer to home, however, only investigating things that came close to her home. Mostly that was plants and animals as people didn’t tend to venture so deep into the forest. When they did, they were most likely utterly lost and she did her best to point them in the right directions. Unfortunately for them, she had no sense of any directions outside of the nearby vicinity and likely sent most of them to their deaths. She didn’t even realize.
It had been some time since someone had encroached on her area, but when Lux woke up to find a strange man sleeping in her clearing, her heart stuttered with excitement. She had never seen one of them sleeping before. In a long process of moving forward and back, she took almost and hour to move to a position where she was hovering over him, staring down at his sleeping form. Carefully, she reached one slightly shaking finger out to press it into his cheek, half checking if he was alive, half checking if he would bite.