My Land, My Rules

"She is the Queen of the Faeries on the plane of Lorwyn," Liliana said with a small, fond smile, eyes distant. "Her body is made of thousands flower blossoms, and she's constantly budding off little tiny faerie babies from them. She lives in the beautiful, mythical Glen Elendra and sees the world through her children and the harvested dreamstuff they bring her."

A blink, and her eyes were back in this time and this place, on Nell. "Faerie etiquette is vast, complex, and often baffling. I wouldn't be so sure I'm in the clear if you had been one of Oona's wood sprites."