"No, you're not Lolo." Malocha raised his head, his eyes shrouded in a layer of White Mist as he stared at the Fae Lady floating in the air nearby.
The latter looked as though she could never fully wake from sleep. Her gaze was calm and placid, as if it contained a deep lake—deep blue with a hint of emerald green. It was utterly different from the lively, intensely curious eyes of ordinary fae, and always gave people a feeling of composure and detachment.
Hearing Malocha's words, she elegantly inclined herself slightly. "I am Tata Talamus Thumb, protector of the Ice Fae. Lolo is my younger sister, Mr. Malocha."
As she spoke, a northern wind blew across the tent roof. Snowflakes fell one after another through the gaps, vanishing when they touched the ground.
"You're Lolo's elder sister!" Malocha exclaimed. "Lolo..."
"The lives of fae are both short and long. Lolo's life has continued in this world through another means—reborn only to perish, as the cycle of life endlessly turns. This is the will of the Shallow Sea." Tata gazed at Fias, who had wrapped her mane around herself and was tilting her little head curiously at Tata. The pair of blue-green eyes on the other girl's face sparkled like jewels, exactly like the look in her sister's eyes when she had seen Tata a thousand years ago. Lolo had always been so innocent and lively, full of curiosity toward everything in the world.
She nodded slightly. "But I must still thank you for taking care of her. I can feel how attached she is to you, Mr. Malocha."
Malocha lowered his head and scraped at the ice with his hooves. He seemed somewhat agitated.
Brando spent some time piecing together the whole story from Mia and Malocha. He could