"A...blog." Joscelin rolls the word around on his tongue and finds he doesn't like the taste. Such a vulgar contraction. "A fae with a blog. My goodness, what is the world coming to? What do you blog about, fae?"

He is genuinely curious. What does something so ancient have to say on the Web?

At least they have phone games in common. "I did enjoy Flappy Bird, when that was still...what's the terminology these days? A thing."

Boys 'his age' are supposed to be attached to their devices, aren't they? It's his way of fitting in.

Or so he tells himself.