"Who are you?" You ask, stunned. Her beauty pierces to your very soul, and yet her words, her voice, instead of hypnotizing you, grant you freedom.
"I am Cliodna," she says. "I am one of the queens of the fae. Some of your kind have called me Seelie...I am of no court of such name, but it lends an assumption with merit. Fae have inclinations, and mine is to not harm humans, but guide them, and let them find their own destiny." As she says this, wings begin to spread behind her, like an opalescent cape becoming a set of shimmering wings. "I will not harm you out of malice, mortal. But please...will you sit with me for a time? No more minutes than exist in your own realm. I promise you will not find time distorted as has happened with too many encounters between our kinds."
You have no reason to suspect she is not being fair with you, and you take a seat on the mossy ground outside of the ring. You tell her who you are, and you talk for a time...she has such a way with words and concepts, that she draws knowledge out of you that you did not know you had, but may have been learned in past lessons in school and buried under other memories or jargon or boring lectures. She is surprisingly understandable. At times she is strict, at times firm, at times calm, at times kind...but in such a way with conversation, you seem to share a lifetime of interest in bare minutes. She laughs pleasantly when the two of you draw a comparison between video games and certain faerie games of skill.
"Oh, what fools these mortals be!" She says, in the familliar Shakespearian quote. "But we learn much from fools. You..." She pauses, smiling, and looks at you. "I would like to invite you to join us. Become like us. You may refuse without penalty, but you may also reconsider. I am of those fae that would let those willing to come join us."
You look at her for a minute, and say...