The Revelry was due to start in a few minutes, and I was still wearing my hole-ridden jeans and a t-shirt. Not that I particularly cared, but Gawain certainly did.
You cant wear that to a Faerie Revelry, he said firmly.
Why not? Whats wrong with it? I asked indignantly.
It makes you look human, he replied. He strode off purposefully down the corridor. I tried to keep up, but was so distracted by the walls of the hallway. Like in the clearing, the trees had grown up to build intricate structures and patterns. The walls were formed of vines twisted together, some still carrying leaves, while thick branches crisscrossed overhead. I could see the dusky evening sky through the gaps in the ceiling.
I am human, I groused at his back, but he ignored me.
He stopped outside a doorway, and knocked lightly. I jogged quickly to his side to see the door opened by an auburn haired, graceful Faerie girl about my age. Her golden eyes lit up wh