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He finds the fae he’s seeking at the water’s edge.
It just looks at him at first - detached, but mutedly curious. Waiting for him to speak.
“Are you the keeper of the forest?”
“Human, I am the forest,” it smiles coldly. “What do you want?”
“I’m - cursed,” he admits, running a clawed hand through hair that’s been styled to hide the ears. “To take the form of a beast by night. Can you help me?”
“I have no dominion over beasts. But… I suppose I could grant you safe haven in the woods.”
Ren heaves relief. That’s comfort, at least.