Fae nodded, listening even though her eyes never drifted from whatever it was she stared at so intently ahead. "So very young indeed," she said, and for that one moment, that briefest instant, her voice lost its childlike, playful quality, but sounded distant, as if she was shouting across leagues to be heard. It almost seemed inhuman, with the same stillness and cold that her soulless eyes held.

"I think I know your master," she continued, her voice suddenly back to its playful nature. "I know many names of those involved with life and its renewal, so perhaps your master is one of them, or all," she added with a smile, trying to soothe any feathers she may have ruffled with her words. The shift back to this strange, playful voice seemed completely unnoticed by her, her eyes never once for that whole time leaving their eventual destination.