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it might even be better, if the main quest leader doesn't interrupt
Felian shares a meal with a farmer, his wife, two of his sons, about 6 and 10 years old, and two daughters, about 14 and 16 years old. The girls look at the fairy with interest and whisper to each other. - Sir, Mr. Fairy, - the younger son addressed Felian. - Do you really live in flowers? - Orzuf, let our guest eat in peace. - But Mom.
—Hmm? No. —Felian smiled kindly. —Our people live in cities built on the branches of trees. But not the kind of trees that grow here, but huge ones that block out the sky and even the sun.
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