[So, will you help me?] The Nymph asked, her red eyes shining like a jewel.
She was sincere in her longing to communicate with her estranged daughter, because I now knew how important the tree spirit on the other side was to her.
However, after listening to what was essentially her sob story, I was even more hesitant.
I mean, why even bother asking?
The threat of death from her sapling alone was enough incentive for me to go, if I ever hoped to get rid of it.
But by telling me her story, it seemed she wanted me to agree freely, perhaps to absolve herself of the guilt if I also did not return.
And this I found to be very manipulative.
I did not know what had happened to all the other dark fae's she sent, or her estranged sapling, but something was clearly wrong because the Nymph did not want to send the last dark fae she had.
I didn't answer and instead stared at the stream where the dark fae was playing.