"It is! The story's better when sung, though. I'm afraid I don't remember it quite well enough to properly sing it to you."

"Maybe someday," he sighs. "It does seem sad that she left her family and life behind for this mysterious stranger, though."

"Yes. Though since the seal coat had been hidden by her great-grandmother, perhaps she was indulging in a family tradition."

"Oh, were they planning to return? What about their children?" He pauses. "I suppose perhaps she would keep the girls."

"The song doesn't say!" she laughs. "It's just something to think about. Maybe the end is not quite so bittersweet after all."

"It would be a fair trade," he shrugs. "Ah, I can hear the river!"

And off he darts in the direction of the sound.

She snorts, then picks up her skirts to follow.

He disappears from view a couple of times but following the sound of the river will eventually lead her to the sight of the fairy hanging from a flower and trying to break a leaf off it.

She watches for a couple seconds, amused, then calls, "Do you want some help?"

He looks at her upside down, still hanging from the flower, and grins. "Why, yes, I do believe you might have a sharp object that would help!"

"I do believe I do! I'm not sure if you can hold it, though, it's not clear to me how bad iron is for fairies."

Reverie releases the flower but somehow manages to land on his feet. "I think I would prefer to not find out." He takes a step back from the flower and gestures for her to have a go.

She raises her eyebrows. "I'm in a dress," she points out.

"...yes, you are."

Evette rolls her eyes, huffs a sigh, and looks down at the dress in question. Well, it's admittedly a little silly to worry about modesty in front of a fairy who's wearing only a loincloth, and she does have on stockings, so...

She retrieves her knife, systematically begins tying up her dress so it'll be out of her way, and then. Yep. She can go climb a flower and see about cutting down a leaf. She is not going to be very good at this, but she does have a knife, so she'll probably do better at it than Reverie will. Probably.

He had made some progress! A very little bit of it! Probably with his nails or teeth or sheer force of personality.

The knife is better at this job than all of those things.

The leaf falls before her! Take that, leaf!

... And then she has to figure out how to get down. Uh. She does not think she can gracefully land on her feet like he did. She'll just carefully climb back down.

He can catch her if she falls, at any rate. He waits for her to get down.

She does not fall! She will not be doing any of that being caught nonsense, even if it'd admittedly be kind of fun, she's against it on the principle of the matter. She is a strong independent woman who can cut down her own leaf without assistance.

... Once she's down, though, she'll fix her skirt. Because. Because look, she feels more naked than she'd like right now, okay, and what if she gets cold.

The fairy certainly seems to care not a whit one way or the other about anyone's state of dress or undress, here. He beams at her once she's back on solid ground and grabs the leaf by the tip then starts pulling it towards the river.

She helps! After she's fixed her skirt.

When they're almost at the river: "Hop on!"

She does!

"Don't we need sticks first, though? For the salmon?"

He reaches down under the leaf and, what do you know, there are two handy pointy sticks right there at hand. "Already covered it, my pretty flower." He offers her one of them.

Evette takes her pointy stick. "Excellent, thank you." Then her lip quirks. "Your pretty flower?"