Temper

The Innkeepers abrupt movements towards their table forced her head down. Guilt boiled in her chest until the woman mentioned her race. Directly after the first comment, Winifred responded with hostility. “My kind?” Crossing her arms, she looked up to make eye contact. “Compared to what? The short life of a human? Please, you’re just sour because age pulls at your skin.” Her tone filled with spite.

Normally Winifred maintained a level head, it was only when someone poked at the fae did she get defensive. That, and her age. Though she was old in comparison to most breeds, she was immortal- there were many people thousands of years older than her. Of course, pure silver penetrating her heart would prove the immortality faulty.

In attempt to regain a calm attitude she smoothed the invisible area where her plate once was. “But of course, I thank you for the time you used to prepare such a meal. It just wasn’t what I am used to eating.” A fake smile offered as a token of peace. "I would never short you by leaving you empty handed." A hint of deception flavored the last statement.