<span style="font-family: times new roman;">Xylie cocked her head to the side. Eyes trained on the thing's face. It did not look angry or upset, but at the same time it did not look happy. She furrowed her brow. Why was that? She had just told it that it was to be <span style="font-style: italic">her</span> personal servant from then on. It should have been immensely pleased. Grateful in fact. She frowned at his questions.<br/><br/><span style="color: #8000FF">"This is the country of fae."</span> Xylie stated bluntly. It should have been obvious. For effect, she let her wings shimmer into existence. Though only for a second before they flickered out. Tge other questions did not make any sense, so she chose to ignore them. <span style="font-style: italic">How did it turn night so fast? Drugs?</span> The sky turned dark as it normally did. No difference in speed from any other day. And what did it even mean by drugs? <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Night.</span> Oh god! Xylie's expression morphed into one of mortification. How could she keep letting herself get so distracted. She was so idiotic. She let out a loud huff, she was going to be punished. Without any warning, she grabbed the thing's wrist and ran. Going in the directing of the way she came. Her hold on the thing was firm and tight. She was not going to lose it. <span style="color: #8000FF">"Come on!"</span> She demanded, pleaded.</span>