Rachel stopped in front of the fae, inspecting him from top to toe, and then her bright eyes caught his as she grinned in a curiously humorous way. “Well,” she began again. “I mean, with the pointy ears, the slanted brows… what are you? An elf?”
Keinigan scoffed at the notion before he could stop himself. It was so ingrained to find the comparison insulting, though he no longer held any specific contempt for elves. “Hardly.” He smirked in spite of himself. “I’m a faerlin.”
“Okay.” Her throaty voice pulled the word out to indicate a disbelief. “Is that like an elf?”
“Nooo. It’s like a faerlin,” he mimicked her tone, then amended his denial as he saw her eyes squint at his humor. “Well, it is a cousin race. Like a dog is similar to a wolf.”
“Ah.” She nodded and pursed her small lips in thought. “So, are you the dog or the wolf?”
“Both.” He chuckled.
— THE CONVERGENCE: BOOK TWO in the fantasy series by Ruth Davis Hays.
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