tagSci-Fi & FantasyHalf Breed Heart Ch. 02  Half Breed Heart Ch.
02   Chapter II  Mirboon Forest   He wore no skins. What little
clothing he wore was made of fine cotton weave. The Faerie folk
weren't a bashful bunch, physicality and freedom of body was
celebrated as much as overall cleverness. There was nothing like
a good trick to the Faerie Folk, it was as good as fine wine,
your best friend or even admirable beauty.  His clan thought so
anyway. There were others, many others. One clan preferred
tricks that relied on magic, others liked to play at being
wizards, and still more liked to horde anything shiny. Such
fickle clans they were compared to his own. Trickery was
difficult! A great jest or trick was remembered for years!
Decades! Centuries!  Of all the magically touched races he most
pitied the Wood Elves. Touched by magic, certainly, but they
rarely grew wings, were forced to mix with humans since they
were so often on the ground and many of them wandered in bands.
He had only seen one band of them,