Talk:Leanan Sidhe/@comment-109.146.65.248-20150830223019

An old friend of yours, a leanan sidhe, has lived in a room of your house for the past few months when she arrived she had brought; 2 sets of clothes, 3 sets of shoes, a pile of human sized books (how she turns the pages is anyone's guess), many a3 sised rolls of parchment and an inkwell. One day you notice a post it note on her door saying 'keep out' this happend a lot, you always assumed she was reading or something today however she was out at book club so you deside to have a look inside. It apperes that there is nothing unusual in the room, the bed you made for her was undisturbed, her collection of items gathered on your walks in forests and parks (you onece had to save her from a squirrel) was neatly arranged. In the Center of the room however there was a pile of scrolls in her handwriting telling the story of a prince and a fairy. The prince had faced fearsome beasts to save the fairy, taken her adventures far and wide and... Built her a bed? The most recent chapter tells of the fairy's prayer that the prince would come to care for her as more than a friend and her fear of scarring him away. "So" a small familiar voice from behind you pipes up "what shall I write in the next chapter?"