Ed grew quiet when she described her dad. He sounded exactly like his own. Were most dads like that? "I don't think you'd have time to play if you had a hundred animals. They'd be in your way all the time." He never had a pet and most animals didn't like him, but still. It made sense.

"You never did tell me what playing fairies was. We started talking about if they are really fairies or witches." At least that's how he chose to remember it.

He sat up and grabbed a pebble and tried to throw it at the bug. "Why not? Why stay in one place. You don't see new stuff and be a cool adventurer. I don't know why on earth I'd want to live in a house. I live in one now." He hated the house, it was full of kids and a drunk father and a negligent mother. No one wants to live like that!

"Hey.. your dad sounds awful. Are you.. sad he died?" He asked , sincerely curious about her opinion.