"The Fey Realm itself is impossible to truly define," Princess Elena began, swirling the remaining ale in her mug. "It is a beautiful yet perilous haunted forests, snow-covered peaks, crystalline lakes, and meadows forever bathed in golden sunlight."
Her gaze drifted toward the endless twilight beyond their camp.
"But none of it stays the same."
"The landscape shifts constantly. Paths disappear overnight. Forests wander. Rivers change course. Entire regions rearrange themselves according to whims no mortal can comprehend."
She smiled faintly.
"That is why so few accurate maps of the Fey Realm exist. And those that do..."
She shrugged.
"...become obsolete almost immediately."
Ren quietly finished another sip of Glitz's ale.
He had intended his previous mug to be his last.
Somehow...
Another one had mysteriously found its way into his hands.
"Who's Floraia Springpetal?" he asked.
Elena answered without hesitation.
"She is a lesser Archfey of the Summer Court."
