Interview: Kindreds

Into the Wonder: Your friend, Danny, thought I would like to interview you, Bryn. I hope that’s all right.

Bryn: Any friend of Danny’s is a friend of mine.

ITW: He speaks very highly of you.

B: Pooka and huldra, field and forest. We make a pretty good team.

ITW: And yet you seem so different. And not just your personalities. The more I learn about Your Kind, the more I’m amazed at how different you all look.

B: Part of that is magic. We can pretty much look however we want. And then, a lot of us are really into body modification.

ITW: You mean like piercings and tattoos?

B: Piercings, tattoos, hooves, antlers… The sky’s the limit, really. And, of course, the different kindreds all have their own particular look, if you know what I mean.

ITW: Kindreds? You mean different types of fae?

B: Presactly. Our Kind live all over the world, and we’re just as diverse as you people. Topsiders, I mean. And most of us value our heritage. Oh, not that I would think any less of Danny, for instance, just because he’s a pooka. But we all have our own ways, our own magics. It’s something to take pride in, you know?

ITW: And somehow, you all manage to get along?

B: Well, I’d say most of us at least try to stay out of each others’ way. There are some of Our Kind who are best left alone. Know what I mean? There’s no need to go asking for trouble.

ITW: So, some fae are more…agreeable…than others?

B: Isn’t it like that among you people?

ITW: Touché.

B: I think I like you, sweetie. You’re real easy to talk to.

ITW: Erm…thanks.

B: Is something the matter?

ITW: No, it’s just…well…

B: It’s the tail, isn’t it?

ITW: I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.

B: Aw, you’re blushing! How cute! But it’s okay. Really. It’s just part of who I am. Nothing to be embarrassed about.

ITW: You’re very kind. I think that’s enough for now, though. This has been very enlightening. Shall I see you to the door?

B: Such a gentleman!

ITW: I’m a married man, Bryn. I’d appreciate if you’d stop batting your eyes at me.

B: Sorry. Force of habit.

ITW: Now you’re blushing.