Reuvan watched the crystal clear water slip over smooth rocks. "If it's so dangerous around here-" he narrowed his eyes "-what are you doing here?"

"I told you. I live here." Amalie shrugged. "Always have."

"Why don't you leave?"

"Cant." Amalie didnt elaborate further, as she fluttered to a large oak that was probably her house (judging by the fact it was hollowed out and had doors and iwndows) and came back out with some food. "Here, eat up. You're probably tired if you came all the way and for hives energy."

Reuvan gingerly took the food, eyeing it nervously before taking a small nibble and deciding it was alright.

"Aren't you fairies supposed to be reclusive tricksters or something?" he parroted. He didn't really believe that, but he wanted to know what an actual fairy thought of that stereotype.

Amalie shrugged. "Typical stereotype. They mix us up with the imps and pixies. Those guys will play pranks on you to their hearts content. Fairies? Generally most of us are trying to keep the peace more or less. Especially here. Weve got an elf or two but.....those guys arent really helpful with oeacemaking."

Reuvan tilted his head curiously. "I thought elves were supposed to be the peaceful-est (???) race?"

"They are...Unless it's the Twins, in which case, if those two are together, do not ask about their familial relationship. Ever. But...we don't have many here."

"Oh. I've never met any elves." He turned away from her to stare at the sky. He'd have to get going again soon. "Your the first fairy I've met aswell." he said turning back to her.


"Although that's probably because I haven't traveled before--"

"THen next time, don't go on what you've heard. Not everyone fits the mold." she shrugs. But she says it not at all rude, just constructive