Kiryssa watched the scene for several breaths, red eyes tracking the way Rosie melted into the embrace of her grandmothers without a shred of restraint.
The leaves in the girl's hair rustled as Luminara fussed over them, while Mearie pressed her cheek against Rosie's head like she intended to stay there for the rest of time.
"What even is this girl's race?" The female drow asked at last.
Hagnar leaned forward, one massive hand resting on his knee. He squinted, brow furrowing as if the distance itself was too much for him. "Hard to tell," he rumbled slowly. "I can barely even see her at all. She reminds me of those terrible little creatures."
"The fey?" Zen offered.
Hagnar nodded once. "Yeah. Them."
"Fey…" Quinlan repeated, eyes still on Rosie as she enjoyed being squeezed between and fruioisly headpatted by the pair of well-endowed women. "Could you tell me about them?"
