Taleasin nodded happily, a smile on his lips. He shoved the coins in his pocket while his other hand went to the fruit. Now that he was safe to eat it, he started to munch on the ripe magical fruit. He went to a nearby sitting area to eat in contentment. It wasn’t lost on me that we had gathered a crowd. A crowd really showed just how diverse the Fey people are. Some were nearly twice the size of others, a scattering amount of the small Faeries from the Court of Night, Nymphs, those that had a more lizard appearance like Taleasin, and so on. A stark contrast to humans who are mostly bland beyond skin color, a concept that they use to marginalize for no bloody reason, and culture. What got me was their whispers, whispers that were about the same among everyone. Morgana has returned. Very few spoke about the incident, which was a relief, but it didn’t help with the building tension in my body.