Counting Trees

Winifred could feel the awkwardness between them only get stronger with every second. Trying to make time pass faster, she counted the trees she could see. One, two, three, four- "Okay. Look, you aren't like some of the humans I have encountered. And for the record, I was picked at too. What about her view of the fae?! I mean, she isn't entirely wrong. But really? You're going to let a silly opinion of mine get in the way of us?" Throughout the rant she posed in protest to silence, her voice escalated.

"You're going to tell me you haven't picked a side in this?" Everyone had at this point. Magic, no magic. Creatures of the night, humans only. Everyone had a preference as to who they would save. The tensions between different breeds and lifestyles at an all time high.