We sat upon a veranda made of a bark like material that was surprisingly soft to the touch. A large leaf-like roof shielded us from the sun that was oddly present in the Feywilds. Fylaneiros had taken me to their home after the ritual. It had taken me several days to recover from the ordeal; not every day that a human gets turned into a Fey, let alone an Archfey. It still baffled me that the Elder Council even accepted my idea, let alone performed the ritual on a human. 