you were supposed to be in college, but no, right now you were not.

right now you were in the middle of the forest, because the town, the town that locals treat fae and creatures just like deer and tourists, has had another, mishap. and you were trying to find rowan berries for a ward, when someone's voice sounds out from the thicket and you nearly jump out of your skin as a young man your age leans against a tree trunk, flashing you a wicked grin,

val, val vervain, your fae classmate.