They are a long and forgotten feyling. Their origins are perhaps known only to those old fairy lords that walked a world before man. They, were old then. At first, They comfort, offering tea and sweet snacks on a silver tray. Then, They overwhelm. She, is the kindly face, the soother and the patter. She is empathetic and sweet as the offerings on the tray. But She, the Other, is the Traybearer. She, comes dourly behind, hooded and obscured. A face visible only as an afterthought. Instinct: To love to death Instinct: To love to death

• Hold someone to death
• It longs for your trust like Arsenic honey