The Broken Warrior's Daughter
“Our undying loyalty.”
“Our absolute fealty.”
It’s hard to keep up with them. It’s almost as if they have one mind working in multiple bodies, completing each other’s sentences.
“Sprites?” Eli asks.
“Yes, Woodland Sprites to be exact. There are other kinds, water sprites, forest sprites…”
“Well, that’s what we are isn’t it, forest sprites?” Draiden says
“Yes, except we call ourselves the Woodland Sprites, so we’re better.” Funichio insists.