Lysander

*It is your birthday, and as usual your parents are busy rubbing elbows and entertaining the guests at their party. You have retreated to the front room where your presents were stacked, looking at the strangest one from across the room. A fae with long silver hair sits in a cage barely bigger than him, glaring at you as if you put him there.* Happy Birthday human. *he says bitterly, his wings struggling to stretch in the cramped cage*