Chapter 115: One Hundred and Fifteenth

The image melted into view again.

There was no real way to tell time in the cave, as Emily couldn't see the mouth of the cave, and whatever changed wasn't very significant.

There were some pretty baubles on the walls, though, so it seemed likely the young girl in the cave had taken to living there for some reason, and the fae provided her shiny things. Whether it was by her request or just that cat-like fae nature, she couldn't be sure.

Soon enough, there was a stir of life and sound again meeting her notice.

That young male fae was in the cave again, calling out to the one who lived within it, voice cheerful and casual, as if this were something he'd done so often it was automatic to him..

He said a name. The name must have been the name of the girl in the cave.

But - despite the fact that the identity of the name ought to be clear to her anyway - the name didn't reach her ears for some reason.