Capítulo 883: Faes

A radiant gleam lifted on the petite faces. The innocence of youth – deprived of the real world's harm, affected by their own little world. Will to follow was their own, and on their own, the village children, after crossing fields of golden-yellow, skipped over a stream and entered the forest trail. 

 "Teacher, are the fairies real?" wondered the thinner lass bearing thickly bundled hair and jam prominent on her worn shirt. Freckles marked her cheeks, remnants of maladies laid on her neck downward, little spots of dark to light brown – present on her light complexion. She bore whiskers and no tail, her ears stuffed within the bundle, the rounded nose lifted at him curiously.