Araiwyn sighed heavily. “Okay. I can see you’re not lying,” then added under her breath, “or at least believe what you’re saying.” She adjusted her cloak. “Maybe I can help you.” Stopping to consider her options, she gestured for him to follow her to her home she’d just left. “Come.”
Jersey huffed. This peasant had assumed he was a liar? How dare she? He would have banished her by now, but he had no kingdom to banish her from and no one to make her leave. He also happened to be pretty...ah, did he have to say it? Pretty dependent, at the moment.
He pushed down his ego just the teensiest bit and followed her.
Ariawyn reached her home and willed the vines she had just grown to fall back a bit, leaving space for her and the satyr to climb inside. She opened up the trapdoor and pointed. “Home sweet home.” She began to climb down the rickety ladder. “So, Your Majesty, what should I call you?”
Jersey didn't catch the sarcasm in her voice and seemed pleased. "Seeing as you know how to address royalty and because you are now my guide, I will allow you to call me Jersey. And your name would be..?"
Ariawyn frowned, her thin pink lips pursing. “I used to. Not so much anymore, though. Someone, a thug, found it, which means others can too, so I have to move.” She glanced back at Jersey. “It’s underground. Also, I don’t mind dirt.”
“Half elf. My mother was an elf, my father was a human. He left the moment he knew my mother carried me. Didn’t want to have to deal with a halfling, I guess.” She paused. “Is...anyone in your world a halfling?” She wanted to know if she was one of the only ones. Halflings in her world very extremely uncommon, as most species were at war with each other.
Ariawyn’s pale green eyes widened. “Really?” It was very interesting hearing about someone else’s world. “I’ve only met one other, and they were a half wraith, half demon. Called themself Mirage. They were creepy.”