Court Of Fae And Ruin
her sister scolds, a note of exasperation in her voice.
"It smells like blood orange," Astrea protests with a shy smile, glancing in my direction.
"You're both faeries too? And you have wings, but I don't see any wings on Rhaenan," I blurt out, unable to conceal my surprise.
Asterin shakes her head, a patient smile gracing her features. "We're not fairies. We're pixies. And yes, faeries do have wings, but they're only summoned when needed," she explains, deftly adding the blood orange dust to the bathwater before turning to me. "Your bath is ready."
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