The fae was far far from home, and much further than he knew the comfort of, his already fast beating heart felt as though it would burst inside his sleek, soft skin. “No..Gods..no.” He was in human territory, and he was far from safe. Lysander stared ahead, seeing the small town a head of him and contorted around to see the small world that he knew far off in the distance. A grumble in his stomach let him know that was a two days journey back home. He needed to glimmer, or disguise himself and get food, and do it fast. “Gods above, help me.” He murmured, looking down, then looking up, a gulp, and a whimper. “Shit.” He wheezed out.
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