[ She only catches the end of his conversation. Immediately, her jaw sets. When she turns around, her mouth thins in a stubborn line. Then, with a certain air of indignation and superiority: ]
They're not real fairies. [ She doesn't know what they are, just what they sure as hell are not. She knows fairies, she was a fairy, part of her still is, even without faith and dust and wings. A fairy would never act like this, endorsing killings and kidnappings. Fairies help make dreams come true -- or they try to, at least. ]
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They're not real fairies. [ She doesn't know what they are, just what they sure as hell are not. She knows fairies, she was a fairy, part of her still is, even without faith and dust and wings. A fairy would never act like this, endorsing killings and kidnappings. Fairies help make dreams come true -- or they try to, at least. ]