Me, the living embodiment of a twelfth century maiden and wilful heroine of a medieval ballad: “The Woods are a totally valid, reasonable and safe place to meet new friends and men.”
me, the living embodiment of the fairy queen to whom the woods belong, sick and tired of all these maidens traipsing about picking my roses and trampling on my moss: “oh my fucking god”
But consider: the maiden and the fairy queen meet and become friends, then fall slowly in love
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