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It was about that time that he realized--more with his gut than his head--that he wasn't where he'd thought he was. But somehow this didn't alarm him at all.
But the appearance of a strange woman around yet another turning did.
She had long silver-blond hair, down past her waist, with a wreath of leaves on it and a long, gauzy sort of pale green dress, and his first thought was--some kind of hippie. But then he saw her eyes--and her ears.
Her eyes were the green of leaves when the sun shines through them--but they were slitted like a cat's. And her ears had points to them.
He felt his jaw drop. No. No, this only happens in the pantos, or the movies.
"Hello, Nige," the woman--lady--oh all right, say it, fairy!--said, in the most musical voice imaginable. "My name is Tariniel. I've been waiting for you."
His jaw dropped a little further. "For me?" he squeaked.
She nodded, gravely.
