[The laughter he gives him is bright and cheery, nearly musical as he follows right along. The beach was it? Very well then!]

Unto a member of the fae, a shard of the sundered seraph of dreams is bequeathed to meld for a time with their essence. Well... Normally, a member of the fae. As to why it was not so in regards to myself, I couldn't begin to tell you. Mab or Titania may know, eternal as they are.

And so is the burden borne, the middle ground between night and day, the twilight and dawn between seasons and all the realm of the wild and strange. Until the bearer does bestow it upon another when their body grows too weak and tired, for the shard is volatile and tainted.