A Funny Fairy Friend

Years had passed since the last ritual had been performed, but the dreams never stopped. Slowed, perhaps, but never stopped. More people turned to ash. A burning garden.
 
His strange magical ability had started to worry the clan elders and they were now debating what they could do, lest he attract infernal attention to them. In the mean time, he had started to explore the forest in his free time, which he had a lot of since even though he was more than old enough to start apprenticing, his trouble focusing and outbursts of magic meant that he wasn't suitable for any such duty.
 
As he wandered the forest he felt the now familiar upwelling of energy. His senses blurred as if he was in a dream. Maybe I can use this? He stumbled into a small clearing and tried to focus this feeling outward and sensed... something? No not a thing, but... not a person either. It was a strange intelligence, unlike anything he felt when he was with his clan. He looked around.
 
"Hello? Is someone there?"
"hee heee heee, I'm watching you!!"
"Is this a game? Should I try to hide from you?"
"You can't hide from me, silly"
"Well then why don't you come out so I can see you, too?"
 
A not so little fairy flits out from... somewhere? and sits on a branch.
 
"Hello, what are you doing here?"
"Looking for you silly, and now I found you"
"What do you want?"
"To say Hi!"
"Hi?"
 
The fairy falls off the branch giggling, but catches herself in mid air and flies back onto it, this time standing.
 
"Aren't you a little tall for a fairy?"
"Aren't you a little short for a human?"
"I'm still growing! Did you forget to stop growing?"
 
The fairy cackles with laughter, and then shrinks and flies over to Dubin.
 
"Is this what you were expecting?"
"What did you say? All I heard was squeaking. Shall I call you Squeaky?"
 
The squeaking laughter of the fairy normalizes as she grows back to her normal size.
 
"My name is Hilde silly. Hildegard. Well, that's not my *true* name, but it's what you can call me."
"Well if it's not your true name then I'll call you Squeaky anyways, how does that sound Hildegard?"
 
Hilde does a cartwheel in the air as she tries to process Dubin's last statement.
 
"You're a [speaking Sylvan], you know that?"
"A what?"
"A [sylvan]"
"I don't speak fairy."
"It's not 'fairy', it's Sylvan. Come on, I'll teach it to you."
 
Over the next few weeks, Dubin returned to the same clearing and learned Sylvan from the fairy, thought it seemed like every other lesson was about a new way to insult someone. By the time the mages from the Academy came for him, he could carry on a basic conversation in Sylvan, and knew several dozen ways to swear at them.
 
"I have to go now Hilde"
"But you just got here?"
"No, I mean I have to go away, forever."
"That's a long time. Are you sure you don't mean, like, for a month?"
"The mages from Ioth Academy are here to take me back with them, I... I probably won't be coming back to my clan again. They say it's too dangerous, that I'm too dangerous."
"Wuzzzat?"
"Wuzzwhat?"
"Ioth Academy, silly"
"Oh, it's this great magical school with all the best tutors and learning and..."
"zzzz...."
 
The fairy turns and starts walking away.
 
"Okay, Hilde. I have to leave now, I just came to say goodbye."
"Okay. Bye Dubby!" ... "hmm.... Ioth Academy huh?"