He was startled from his reverie by Violet’s laughter. He looked at her, and realized his mouth had been hanging open.
“Violet, where are we?”
Suddenly, her confidence was gone. Violet looked to the driad.
Like the wind rustling through branches, the spirit said, “You have arrived in Fae. You are home.”
Home? That struck a chord with Collin. As early as he could remember he’d been passed from family to family like some cheesy gift no one wants. He’d been told he was going to a new home so many times that he’d stopped believing he could ever have a real “home.” And now, as he stood in an enchanted wood, in a place called Fae, in front of a driad who told him he was home...he really believed it. The sense came from the same place that told him this place was magic.

“What?” He heard Violet say, “What do you mean we’re home?”
“The two of you have returned. Together. As was foretold. The trees smile down upon you, children. They welcome you to Fae.”

And with that the driad was gone.