“Well, she’s your mother, Malie, I can’t stop you. But I’m just saying: she won’t be what you imagined…”
“What makes you say that?”
He shrugged, staring at the fire. “She just won’t, that’s all.”
She went regardless, but her father’s words were all she could think of as she made her way into the deep forest, bundled against the cold, earmuffs over slightly pointed ears. Eventually, she would find the elves, and her mother with them. Would she be everything Malie regretted not having as a child, or would she merely be alien and disinterested? Malie had to know.
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