Nille just giggled and hugged Cura's face like the overjoyed little culprit she is. She did however flew backwards in front of the ashen elfs face and seemed to be lost in thought for mere seconds before she answered the dark elves qeustion.<br/><b><br/>
''Nillie doesn't need much space, just a small bed will do. Me had a doll-house, made my a toymaker brought over to sleep, bath and eat in. It's very pretty, and can be useful at times! Sleeping in big beds is dangerous for tiny me, I could suffocate during nighty times. Being small and tiny has its advantages, but really big bad schools are not made for little people. They don't think about the undersized geniuses, no no, they forget smart little Nillie and family all the time!''</b><br/><br/>The Fey was still naked, skin caked with an already dried up and flaking remains of cum that had once been alive with the potent seed of the pyromaniac boy. Not that the others knew about the boys abilities, apart from the little fairy wondering why it had been so strangely hot underneath his robes. She had grown more interest in the human, but it could not match the already established love for the dark elf before her. Nillie had truly found her soulmate with Cura, and wondered where the strange feeling that there was more behind those knowingly devious eyes then once could see at first sight. The fey was, apart from looking and sounding like a dimwit sexcraved thing, which in all honesty she was essentially, a smart and manipulative little witch.<br/><br/>There had been a reason why she was send to the bennington school of magic, and had not been assigned to an elder of her race to learn the ways of her people.<br/><b><br/>
''Nillie wants to have a bath too, but me not sure if there is a glass there to wash up? What you big elf want in room then?''</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>