Waelon and the Weed-puller
A wylie faerie aristocrat becomes curious toward a Sighted mortal
Part One“Does iron really burn you?”Waelon swiveled his head to look down at the tiny human girl as she stared up at him with big, unblinking brown eyes.“You see me,” he stated.The girl nodded thrice, her caramel-colored locks bouncing around her face. She could not have been older than eight. “Does it hurt to touch it?” she asked.Waelon rotated himself where he sat on the edge of the stone wall, so he fully faced her. “S...
