[ A great deal of words come from his mouth, and in any other context Lauralae would be able to parse them and understand meaning, but it is clear that he means something beyond her knowledge. The world she had woken up in here was strange enough, disorientating and an adjustment, but the realms he speaks of are odd indeed... But she will do what she can to learn of them, determined and certain of herself in this if nothing else.

At least they are able to walk together, despite how strange she looks in stature beside him. ]

I had a world of mine own once, but I was cast from it. That is what the Feywild was, and now I live amongst the people here. Many of them are mortal, but there is power here, too, and strength.

[ They walk, and she is curious, wanting to know more of him. She has seen some elves in her time even before arriving at the mansion - Drow, and dark, and wood, deadly and dangerous, and even Seelie and Unseelie who had slipped out and away of their own homeland to stalk others - but nothing of his ilk. Not even elves who had wedded humans would make a creature so large, and it hooks her curiosity like nothing else, her desire to learn more and know more.

Like sinking your teeth into a book of dark, forgotten power. She knows that well too. ]

I do not know of it, but I would like to. There is much to know here, and I have enjoyed taking whatever I might trade in bargain.