By CuddleHooves

You find yourself face to face with… me, a fae of no particular renown yet. It’s such a pleasant night. You seem to have a bit of trouble with the pleasantries.
“Hello there child, might I have your age?”
Nearly speechless, you are able to spit out a polite “Yeah, I’m XX”, but as you speak, you see the numbers float out of your mouth. I laugh and strip away the number in the ones place. That’s far to big for someone still having problems staying dry at night. Don’t worry kiddo, I’m sure you’ll get there eventually. I take you back to the village, passing the sign you’ve ignored countless times before. “When in the woods, beware the fae, tricksters of the wild. For one of age who claim this rite, prove to be a child.”