Chapitre 45: Forty-Fifth

Merwyn trotted happily after Emily as they walked back to some...point in the fae plane that Adrien and Kieran crossed over at.

Adrien kept tossing confused looks at the big fae before he finally spoke. "...Can faeries truly be Keys...?"

"Well obviously I can!" Merwyn stuck his tongue out. "Absolutely~! If I couldn't be, we'd still be in the tower, all stuffy and bored."

"But why...?"

"I dunno, why are you purple?" The fae shrugged and smirked at the Prince, as if he really got one over on him. "...Or maybe....why are you so tall...? Can't you answer your own questions?"

Adrien pinched the bridge of his nose. 

Before he could respond, Kieran spoke up. "Talking with fae requires a special talent. To most mortals they just say gibberish." He squinted at Merwyn. "Usually on purpose."