"You needed to be whole." Simon said softly. He tilted his head to look at her. He longed to reach out and brush her dark hair from her eyes. To move it away from the points that he knew her ears would now have. But he would not touch. Not yet. "You have been living as only a part of what you are, Niklas. I couldn't let you think too much on it. You're too logical. You might have decided against it. I acted, and I don't regret it."
He looked up from her at the trees and silently delighted that she could use them already. That she was so very open to her surroundings now. That they would respond to and for her. And she the same for everything here.
"How, I'm sure you felt. It was an unlocking. Maybe more of a puzzle than a traditional lock. Putting the right edges together to get the whole picture. I've always seen it in you, sweets. I've always wanted to see what you had inside be what you were. But until now, it's been kept from me. I watched you grow up, aching to set you free."
Simon settled onto the grass to answer the last part. "You are fairy blood, Niklas Wright. Enough so that you have a faerie name. It'll come to you. You'll know it. You can't not. What you are is a key, a ... gateway, perhaps... a conduit. You and the Dreamlands are connected. Do you understand me, lovie?"