Estilia was feeling off. Again. This didn’t make sense. She had already done this. And yet…there was still a piece missing. She. Her. Fae. Faer. There was nothing wrong with them. They were good. But fae needed something else. Something to complete the puzzle, or at least keep it from crumbling. But what was it? There were so many options. Fae went through many, then decided to let words flash into her mind until something sounded good. Shine…too flashy Petal… not for faer E…she needed more Gray? Almost. Not quite. But almost. What about silver? Oh, yes. Silver. Like a flash of lightning, or fish scales. Estilia was happy again. She knew what fae was. Silver was faer, and that was that. Now that this matter was out of the way, silver could do /much/ more important things.
Song: Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan So now Estilia uses She/fae/silver. Thanks to @Glorybringer127 for the suggestion.
