deep breath, deep breath
Beginning
The faerie-doe watched as a tall man with long red hair maneuvered his horse carefully through the trees, holding a bundle with blood running down his face. She cantered alongside him, carefully noting where he was going: the tiny village of humans that she allowed to live in the deep of her forest.
He smelled of fear and anger. Whenever he looked at the thing in his hands the fear-smell strengthened and the anger-scent faded.
It writhed and she darted further away before she embarrassedly realized that it was only a baby.
Neither seemed dangerous. Aisling would leave them alone.
Middle
The faerie-girl stood in front of the red-haired boy who so foolishly wandered into her domain. "What're you doing in my forest?"
She watches him stumble over vines as well as through his words. He starts off frightened and wanders towards 'irritated' when she doesn't immediately do what he wants, but she can ignore it. He seems interesting enough.
(and she's been alone for so long that see can look over just about anything for want of some company)
Brendan's voice fades in, exclaiming over her abilities ("Miracles!"), awed at her strength.
Yes, he'd make a very fine friend indeed.
End
The faerie-wolf observed the white-robed man that radiated an aura of joy.
She wouldn't have recognized him (the tearful boy that was running through the cold, the boy who lost nearly everything like she once had-) if not for the distinctive hair and white cat balanced on his shoulder.
He had changed so much…
But it didn't matter.
She was just a ghost in the trees; he was just a ghost of the past.
They were different. Even an ageless faerie could change in a decade, and a human definitely did.
But they could start again.
And they would.