[Maniacal_Moon]

Dalea nodded slightly to him, then smiled a little keenly. She knew the secret of his kind, but would only let him know if he did something for her. She blinked and her smile vanish when he came closer. "Well, it matters. Fairies will last, because our magic adapts. Even though we are now known to be evil creatures, it is needed to survive today's world." She looked sad about it, but shook it off. "It matters to me. I want a piece of this glade to survive even when this place has perished, which it will." She looked at him curiously. "I wish to come with you. To find this place that your kind gathers. I have an idea of where it is and I have something to offer."