Thalia
I stir from a deep sleep, tangled in the luxurious sheets of Regan’s bed. The sunlight filters through the window, casting a golden glow over everything in the room. Regan is humming as he sits on the edge of the bed, but he stops when he notices me shifting in the bedsheets.
“Oh, you’re awake,” he says, grinning a bit in that confident way of his. “Good morning.”
My mouth feels awfully dry, and I croak. “What happened?”
“You passed out after defeating one of the bayou monsters, little one. I think you used up too much magic. It was, however, very impressive.”
A proud grin spreads over my lips. “Defeated it? That’s nice... I’m pretty strong for being a little fairy, huh?”
“Very...” he falls silent for a bit. “So ice-magic, huh? Pretty fancy stuff.”
“Yeah...fairies can choose
