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kenna's giving him a tight squeeze as she hugged him. "I missed you so much!"

the fae leaned into the hand that caressed her cheek, almost nuzzling into it. yet again without knowing it, daisies and sunflowers began to appear around them, showing her happiness. "in hiding..." her viridian eyes glance down.

blink blink. looking up at ( READER )

"hunters..." her voice soft and quiet. she doesn't talk about this much, but every now and then hunters come to forest seeking out the dangerous fae ( aka kenna ). she isn't dangerous or anything! just other fae paint her as such when they talk about her.

"many times? like what?"

mother's day. . . that's a sore spot for kenna.. her mother... well let's just say she isn't the best person in the world.

she's talking to the flowers again.

purrs.

but some smell nice but are dangerous!

huh?

oh! I'm not an elf. i'm a fae, and not dangerous.

no no no, I'm not dangerous.

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you don't think i'm dangerous, right?

yes, smell nice, no danger.

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