" its not like you age or anything. "

Rowan produced another apple and tossed it at her. "First, was my brother a complete troll, or did he remember his manners?"

The apple felt cool and crisp in her hand and she hadn't eaten in a while.



"Oh, thank you!" He said in a high-pitched voice

" your welcome, actually. Also, fix your voice. Thats weird. "

,, Other than having no idea what personal space was, I guess he was polite. ,, She shrugs, taking a bite of the apple.

"Sorry. It's something that happens when you're centuries old."



Sweet, tart juice flooded her mouth, with just a hint of a bitter after-taste. Something wasn't right. If she tried shutting up, clamping down on her tongue, then the words would just rush out of their own volition.

" Really? No other feys voice goes, " cue high pitched voice. " Like this. "

She immediately notices and stops eating the apple.

"Yours just did," he pointed out



"So," he crooned, slitting his eyes at her, "my little brother let himself be tricked--by a weakling summer fey--into rescuing a mortal child and nearly killing himself in the process. How very unlike Ash. Tell me more, Princess." He'd obviously already heard that part before

" Yeah but i did it on purpose. "

,, Thats really all there is to it. I tried to tell him not to go into iron territory, but he insisted. ,,