Even though Seillam was talking very quietly, his voice was still very deep and very loud for her ears, but her tiny pointed ears were able to resist the blaring noise.
She stood her ground like a true faery, and a stubbon one at that. Stomping her foot against the air she looked at the teacher, her eyes super furrowed.
'My sisters and I... we work hard to keep our forest and our school looking beautiful for you giant Beings... whether you grew it or not... You should always ask permission by the Faeries before you pick ANYTHING... even out of your own garden. Once the root has been made apart of the ground of mother nature... of what we were made... then it is our duty and our job and honour to protect it's beauty love and honour, of being fated or of being of it's own choice, to grow in this wonderous and enchanted forest.' She looked at him with her tiny head a few inches away from his huge head. 'That is the way of the nature and Faery lore here. As a professor of this school you should know of this.'
Her eyes narrowed waiting for his answer. She wasn't fazed at how he knew her name, he most possibly knew her sisters to.
They were as old as the planet itself after all. They were made to protect and nurture.
(( ooc:- Am I do this rp justice? ))
Omnia1
