@Deli _____________________________________
Tansy parted the vines covering her path, sneaking through the dark as she followed the trail of one of the forest spirits who had hinted that he had information about her changeling other half. It had been a days journey thus far, of quiet pursuit, but she didn't mind it. In fact, she was enjoying herself rather immensely. Even if she did not succeed in gaining any more information about how to find the changeling who had replaced her, she would not mind. The moments of peace she was gaining from this little side-adventure would make it worth it. She knew it had to, or she might find herself being swallowed by the truth of it all.
In truth, she was dying. Dying in slow increments, with the ever-present possibility of dying in quick increments should she ever run into any of the fae who knew of her and knew of her crime. But she was dying nonetheless. Humans were not meant to live or eat in the Otherworld, which was why trading human babies for changelings worked so well for faeries. Faeries weren't terribly strong folk, and so they used humans as servants. They acquired those servants by trading humans their babies, and kept those servants because they could no longer properly leave the Otherworld once they had eaten the food there. None had escaped before, or none that Tansy had heard of.
After letting the vine bracelet wrapped around her left wrist grow, she watched it form into a wand. The handle grew perfectly into the palm of her wrist, and she flicked her wrist to move the branches aside so she could squeeze past them to pursue the fairy. What she stepped out into was a small opening in the trees, and beyond that she could see a form of arch made of the branches of live bushes. Her curiosity piqued, she ducked through it and emerged in a larger opening in the trees, in the middle of which stood a cabin.
And outside of which stood an odd man. At first she could not pinpoint exactly what made him odd, for she had spent so many years in the Otherworld that deformities of the body were not deformities, but rather normal. The level of normalcy her own body had achieved, before the toe webbing, had made her stick out among the types of faeries she encountered. But then she noticed that the ridges on his forehead, the beast-like arm, and the different colored hair. She supposed it was not normal for a human to boast these features, but was nonplussed.
Tucking her wand hand behind her back, her other hand gripping the elbow of her wand arm, she approached. Clearing her throat, she bashfully spoke up. "Hello, sir..."
