Vix hadn't been around many fae folk. To him hiding his wings was natural. Only...he did not realize that the fae folk could see them anyways. He really needed more interaction with his own kind in that aspect. He had found his spot. A clearing which showed a beautiful small waterfall leading through a small river going through the forest. He began painting as this was the sort of scene that always brought him inspiration. He looked to the woman who approached him after snapping out of his reverence. "No. No I'm not. I'm actually originating from a forest quite far from here. Now I'm staying with an elderly couple on the edge of the forest." He said with a warm and playful smile. He chuckled a bit. "The trees and forest are quite talkative at the moment aren't they. I suppose it is strange that an outsider like me has happened to wander in here." He held out a hand. "The name is Vix. Vix Naturiso. What is your name?"