One Hundred and Thirty-Fifth

"M-Merwyn!!" She cried out as she tried to pull her arm back, but it was too late, he was moving way too fast to pull her through the throng of people, the festival revelers.

"M-Merwyn, Merwyn...I-I can't walk that fast-! Let go-! Oi! Merwyn-!"

It was hopeless to try and run along with him as they moved at an almost unnatural speed, him yanking her along and weaving her through the crowd.

The fae's grip on her arm was too strong.

She had to hop a bit to keep her feet on the ground as they ran through the streets and alleys.

She stumbled finally.

To her relief, rather than drag her like a ragdoll. he immediately stopped.

She nearly collided face-first with the street and ended up awkwardly stumbling on her feet a little before falling to one knee.

"Waah!"

"Oh. Careful wifey, this way. This way."

He stepped closer to her, a gentle hand steadying her shoulder.

"Careful." He cooed.