[color=c4df9b]''our names do sound the same, Lyra such a beautifull name for a beatufull little girl like you''[/color] Laira said. Her attention got pulled toers the rusting of the trees, their leaves creating sounds that got close to wispers. What was going on here?, what what her logic was asking but her head knew. She was in the Fae realm, nothing should be unexpected here.

[color=c4df9b]'' I am indeed not from the court, is that what you fairy's call it. I just arrived here today and I do not know a lot about this place, but you do. You have been here longer than I have, so that makes you smarter than me''[/color] Laira said as sweet as she could. She slowly put the tip of her index finger against Lyra's nose and soflty tapped it. With a smile Laira looked down at the scraped knee, she felt so sorry for the little girl. Such a wound really hurts. Slowly she wrapped her hankerchief around the wound of the little girl.

[color=c4df9b]''Lets do a magic trick, shall we let the pain dissapear?''[/color] Laira asked. Her experience in dealing with childeren kicked into gears as she quickly tried to come up with a small not-very-magical chant . [color=c4df9b]''Just chant after me. Pain, pain, go away. Pain, pain, flow away'' [/color] The young Kelpie clapped with her hands on the beate of her little song. To finish the act, Laira made some waving movements. On that moment, small droplets of water fell of her hand. Scard by the sudden appearance of those thing Laira flinced. She turned her hand, it was dry. Where had the droplets appeared from. It was a mystery to her and soon Laira found her attention back at the girl. Wishing to brighten her up Liara decided to sing a small nursery rhyme.

[hider=Nursery rhyme]
[color=c4df9b]I’m a little teapot,
 Short and stout,

Here is my handle,
 Here is my spout,

When I get all steamed up,
 Hear me shout,
 Tip me up and pour me out!

I’m a clever teapot,
 Yes, it’s true,
 Here’s an example of what I can do,

I can turn my handle into a spout,
 Tip me over and pour me out![/color]

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She san the song, compleatly with some small dancing moves, pretending to be a teapot herslef. She could only hope the girl would cheer up and forget the boo boo on her little knee.
[@Belle]