[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Quadling Country]
[Glinda's Castle]
Grimm had a way with words that was difficult to place. Not overtly poetic, not particularly gentle, and certainly not comforting—yet there was something to them that lingered long after they were spoken, settling somewhere deeper than surface-level thought. Whether that was a good thing or a bad thing was not something Puck had decided yet. But regardless of intent, his words had left an impression.
In truth, it would have been more accurate to say he had not given her a new idea, but rather forced clarity upon something she had already been circling without fully grasping. Being content did not always mean being happy—that much she had already suspected, but hearing it spoken so plainly, and so definitively, made it harder to ignore.
