fireflies and chill

The girl put a name with her face and Scylla nodded. "Of course you are." As though she had known, which she hadn't. The girl was comfortable where she lay and Scylla was just as comfortable. Perhaps it was a Klein trait. The ladies were all elegant and graceful, just as they should be.

Damira questioned her, asking if she was also a Klein. Scylla chuckled huskily and nodded. "Oh yes, Scylla Klein. Cousin to your mother. Daughter of the King of Ashen, Chimera." The fae gave the girl a wink as she laid out her lineage. She then popped the cork on a bottle that she'd brought down with her and took a healthy swig from it. Once she did, she offered it to Damira. Surprisingly, this drink was non-alcoholic. It was simply green tea with watermelon juice as a sweetener. "So why are you out here on your own, Damira?"

"Scylla"