You must never display yourself in front of humans.

Upon Yvana's capture, her graceful wings, adorned with shimmering hues reminiscent of the iridescence of a sunset, commenced a gradual and heart-wrenching unfurling. Each delicate feather, once a symbol of her ethereal freedom, now dissolved, severing the mystical ties that bound her to the ancient and enchanted forest. As the fleeting moments ebbed away, her cherished memories of dancing amidst the dappled sunlight and the whispers of ancient spirits faded into the inscrutable and ever-shifting mists of time.

She stood in a hushed state of wonder, completely taken aback by the weight of her daughter's question. It was a poignant indication that her young child, a blossoming spirit, was spreading her wings of curiosity and beginning to explore her own profound thoughts, delving into the enigmatic depths of the world.

Yvana stood at a crossroads, grappling with the delicate task of preserving her precious child's innocence while bracing herself for the inevitable revelation that loomed on the horizon. The burden of truth weighed heavily upon her, compelling her to respond with a blend of tenderness and candor to her daughter's probing curiosity.

“ How lucky are you that you don’t need that stuff”

A single droplet of sweat trickled down her brow, a silent testament to the intensity of her efforts. In a rare moment of respite, she found solace in the extended opportunity to elucidate a complex circumstance to her daughter. Yet, accompanied by this relief, a pang of sorrow unfurled within her. As she gazed upon the innocence that enveloped her child, a profound realization unfolded, casting a heavy weight upon her heart.

“ Sweetie, I want you to listen carefully...”

Yvana whispered a clever plan to avoid being noticed by humans, telling her daughter to stay hidden until the ointment took effect and to keep her wings concealed. To the casual observer, the fairy folk were a mystery, with their distinct features seamlessly blending in with humans, protecting them from unwanted attention.

Humans tend to harm creatures they do not understand.

She bestowed upon her daughter sage counsel, advising her to shun vibrant hues and bustling spaces. Tuille absorbed these words with a fervent heart, yearning to leave a mark on her excursion and safeguard her being. Instructed to don a cloak of darkest night, the young maiden nodded in compliance, harboring no queries, her ears attuned to the wisdom bestowed.

She gave her daughter wise advice, telling her to avoid bright colors and crowded places. Tuille listened attentively, eager to make her journey memorable and protect herself. Instructed to wear a dark cloak, the young child nodded without hesitation, absorbing the wisdom she was given.

As the gentle breeze caressed their faces, the bond between the mother and daughter resonated with a celestial harmony, creating an inexplicable sense of warmth and connection. Holding hands, they walked leisurely towards the bustling center of the town, their steps perfectly synchronized as if they were moving to the rhythm of the universe itself.

In the mesmerizing land of Tuille, a youthful spirit was enchanted by the captivating sights that embellished her journey. Her eyes were drawn to the radiant treasures displayed behind sparkling, crystalline windows. As she strolled through this fantastic town, a delightful aroma beckoned her towards a quaint stall where a vendor proudly presented an array of plump, golden potatoes. Filled with enthusiasm, she hurried over to the vendor, her eager voice echoing through the bustling market as she called out for her beloved mother to share in the discovery.

“ MOMMY! MOMMY! OVER HERE. I WANT ONE OF THESE THINGS!”

Since it's our last day, we should make the most of it and enjoy ourselves.

In a bustling market square, a mother and her daughter were captivated by the aroma of steaming potatoes. With grace and poise, the mother bought two of these savory treasures from the merchant and handed one to her daughter, Tuile. As Tuile savored the fragrant offering, she exclaimed, "Mama, this potato is amazing!"

Meanwhile, the mother, Yvanna, took the opportunity to talk to the merchant about getting a horse for their journey across the border. The merchant offered them passage in his carriage, but with the condition that a portion of the journey would have to be traveled on foot. Grateful for his offer but mindful of the risks of relying on a stranger, Yvanna thought carefully about the offer, knowing that the path ahead held both promise and peril.

As Tuille, a young wanderer, walked along the cobblestone path, she noticed a family standing across the way. The father held the hand of a child, while the mother walked beside them. The child then said "Papa!" and it stirred memories of Tuille's own past, where she lacked a paternal presence. Seeing the happy family scene made her feel a deep sense of longing.

"Tuille, please be careful near the street. Do not scare me like, I would not know what to do if I lost you! I am sorry, I do not want to yell at you. I'm concerned that you could get hurt!"

“ Mama. Do I have a papa?”

She has another difficult question that I am faced to confront.

“No, you don't have a Papa. You are different. You were born with only my love and my love.”

alone.”

When you are old enough, I will tell you the truth someday.

"Ma'am, the carriage is ready."

As the horses drew near, the people erupted in joy at the return of their ruler. Their excited cries filled the air as the royal carriage moved through the crowd. In the midst of the celebration, a touching scene caught the Queen's attention. A loyal attendant, who had been a faithful companion for many years, walked hand in hand with a young child. Their fingers were intertwined, swaying gently as they walked. The child, a radiant being of five or six years, had eyes filled with wonder. The attendant, a symbol of kindness, smiled down at the child as they walked leisurely together. Watching this tender moment, the Queen's mind filled with curiosity.

"Who is the child with my servant?"

She sensed the urgency to delve deeper into the mysteries that beckoned her.

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Upon her slumbering daughter, Yvana cast her gaze, her heart heavy as moonlit dew. Anxieties and hopes for their shared destiny intertwined within her. Fragmented memories of her past in the mystical woods fluttered like whispered secrets, a life interrupted by the radiant emergence of a celestial bloom.