Wednesday, July 26th || Afternoon
There were children in the village. Aeval liked to sneak away from the tents and walk through the streets of the village, smiling and speaking to the children. They seemed to be fascinated with the stories she told, the little tricks of light and sound, and the Unseen which brought trinkets and tokens. Aeval was equally fascinated by them.
It was extremely rare for Aeval to remember the time before she'd joined the Fae. Those memories only seemed to return once in a blue moon, and then only as vague wisps of recollection that faded with the first breeze. But since they'd journeyed to the Mortal Lands, these ancient memories had begun to seep into her thoughts more and more often.
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