Once the sun set, danger in the fae realm increased. Many of the creatures there were nocturnal. We stopped to feed the living and plan our next moves.
Gaela and I stood off to the side of where the others were eating. She was watching the area around us. It wasn’t heavily wooded, making it easier to spot movement. I watched, too.
“When is the last time you fed?” She asked.
“Yesterday. I took a full feeding because I intended to spend several days in my study and didn’t want to be disturbed for smaller feedings. I am able to go nearly four months between feedings.” I replied. “And you?”
“I haven’t had a full feeding since I changed. But I have been feeding regularly. I don’t feel hungry.”
“You may be like your mother and not need feedings for years at a time. You are nearly as ol
