The Faerie got strange looks and sneers as xe walked through the otherworld bazaar, the abandoned child fast asleep in xir deceptively spindly arms. Xir eyes narrowed in warning as xir lips curled back from sharp teeth to snarl at any other who thought to get too close. 

The witchwoods swayed in the summer breeze, the songbirds trilling a dark song through the shaded glade. The air was heavy here, thick with forgotten magics. The Faerie grinned, revealing sharp teeth as xe crooned at the carefully woven reed cradle. The baby, swaddled thoroughly within thick blankets, blinked up at the Faerie and cooed happily, eyes alight with joy.