Three elves turned to her with surprise in their gazes. “Um, excuse me. Pansy sent me.” She flexed her hands and her claws thickened as no one spoke. A woman with snow-white hair and an exasperated manner came to her. “I am sorry. We were not warned that you were arriving, and the fey take more briefing than the shifters do. They are not used to listening to instinct. It messes with their pretty faces.” The woman’s tone was so low that only Serapha heard it. She chuckled. “My name is Teal and I am guessing you are Serapha?” “I am.” “Please, come this way and we will do all the necessary paperwork.” Serapha chuckled and let the woman lead her by the arm. Based on scent, her guide was a swan. Her inner beast perked up. It liked to eat swan. She throttled back her impulses and focused on being human for a while.
