The Fair Lady was slumped forward in the darkness surrounded by old egg sacks that were her only 'company'. The only comfort she had was the familiar bitter cold that always nipped at her bare skin, and the darkness that she has grown accustomed to.

The woman had long grown used to the constant silence as she was left there; alone. However, she heard something strange and unfamilar- footsteps? In her excitement the blind woman perked up, lifting her hands to her cold chest as a faint smile graced her lips, and she spoke. Her voice was as smooth as silk, but it was a language not common; one that could be translated by the Old Witch's Ring.

"Queelag? My dear sister... Do not mind me, it does not hurt terribly." The Fairy Lady spoke to sooth what she thought would be her worried sister's heart. Due to her blindness, and weak state; she failed all together to notice that this was some random stranger, that had simply found their way to her.

"I'll be fine. I have you, dear sister. But promise me… that you will take care of yourself..."