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Get Your Own Free Hypster.com Playlist. Heeere's Puck! Welcome all! The Puck is here to serve, and serve he shall! Be you merry enough to stay for a lark, and the trickster shall entertain you...for a price. The price being, of course, you provide my own amusement as well! Formerly known as the servant of Oberon, I've recently been demoted to the position of babysitter for the mortal David Xanatos' son, Alexander. In my free time, however, I'm always happy to sit and share a laugh...at the expense of others, that is!
Spain was an interesting country. You never knew just what you might find…musicians, sailors, merchants, or…con-artists? It just so happened that in a little neighborhood square, you could find all of the above. Dangerous though the odds of such a combination may seem, the exchange going on between these individuals was fairly light-hearted…with a few not-so-light remarks and harsh feelings thrown in the mix, of course.
It was a gamble. A fixed gamble, courtesy of the con-artists, but luckily for them, this was a fact undetectable to the others. The merchants were engaged in a winner-take-all throw of the dice game, the sailors monitoring secretly in the background, and the musician was playing his mandolin as his friend threw the dice. They seemed like rather unsuspecting characters, but they were indeed criminals. Charming criminals.
The musician, happily playing his mandolin to further entice the game, was known as Puck, his partner Clopin, and they were so far making quite a pile of the merchants’ money. It was rather amusing how unsuspicious their competition was, but it was quite obvious things were getting a bit more tense with the losing party.
Puck played oblivious to this, however, flirting with the girls in the crowd and generally having an amusing time as temporary minstrel to the crowd. He’d occasionally throw a wink towards his partner, holding in the urge to laugh at the simpleton crowd members, but otherwise acted as innocent as could be.
And as Clopin rolled seven yet again, he couldn’t resist a triumphant cry, feigning surprise as if it were all a brilliant stroke of luck, rather than the work of the loaded dice Clopin had come across.
All in all, a normal day’s work.
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Reblog!Taylor’s eyes shot open in surprise.
Our child?!
Okay, she could’ve faced the fact that he was definitely cute and all, but she had absolutely no idea about this new revelation. Just when had that happened?!
Shaking her head in disagreement, Taylor gave Puck a very confused look. “Alright, kid…now I know that’s got to be some sort of a sick joke you’re playing on me. There is no way I am having a kid. Not now.” Taylor said, her mind firmly rooted in that belief, as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Sophia and Bob gave each other a worried look, fearing that the young woman would never regain her memory again. Taylor offered Puck a small frown, eyes drifting down to his hand, which was still placed over her stomach. “I’m sorry, Puck. I’m not the girl you think I am. You’ve got the wrong person.” Taylor said. Of course, she knew who she was…but she wasn’t the person that Puck was claiming her to be. All she knew was that she was a regular suburban girl raised in the vicinity of Chicago…nothing short of a normal life.
Bob’s ears lowered in defeat, his head drooping past his shoulders. He had a slowly sinking feeling that Taylor would forever be lost to him…the Taylor he knew. For a moment, he regretted becoming so infuriated what seemed like days ago to him. Sophia quietly observed her brother’s slowly cracking spirit, before turning her head back to Puck and Taylor. The fae didn’t seem to be having any luck either…she still wasn’t remembering who she really was.
Then an idea hit the young unicorn. Sure, she had no idea of any memories that her brother and Taylor shared, but maybe…just maybe…
“Brother…Brother!” Sophia hissed, finally slamming a hoof into Bob’s side, as the older unicorn came to attention, nursing his side. “Ow! What was that for, y’all?!” Bob said, wincing a bit. “You weren’t listening to me. Now listen. You’ve got a lot of memory stored up in that head of yours. Put it to good use.” Sophia said, blinking a few times.
“What do y’all mean by that?” Bob asked, cocking his head. Sophia sighed heavily, before letting her eyes drift up to meet her brother’s.
“Do you remember that spell Mother taught us years ago? Remember when Ophelia lost her memory, after she fell out of the Tree? Mother was able to restore her memory back to what it used to be. I think that if we can pool our magic together, maybe we can restore Taylor’s memory.” Sophia said. Bob nodded slowly trying to digest what his sister just said, as Sophia’s explanations were always long-winded and difficult for him to grasp most of the time.
The smaller, lavender colored unicorn trotted up to Puck’s side, giving the fae a nod of acknowledgment. Bob followed suit, standing next to his sister. “There’s only one more thing we can do y’all…and if it doesn’t work, then she’s a lost cause.” Bob said, with a frown.
Taylor’s eyes widened even more, as she sat straight up in the bed. “Woah, hold up there! What are you crazy people planning to do to me? Let me go right now! I want to leave this place! Take me back to where I was, you stupid—!” Before Taylor could even finish with her barrage of verbal insults, Bob had willed some loose twine to wrap itself around Taylor rendering her unable to move.
Of course, she still struggled, and yelled, but it didn’t faze the unicorn anymore. He wanted his friend back, and this was his last chance at getting her back. “I need y’all to help me with memories. I’ll start, then y’all have to contribute by addin’ a bit of y’all’s own recollections.” Bob ordered. Without waiting for either Sophia or Puck to reply, the pink-maned unicorn began, lightly touching the tip of his horn to Taylor’s forehead. The tip began to glow a blinding white light, signaling that the process was already beginning. By then, the brunette had fallen silent, almost as if she had been knocked out.
(OOC: Wow…Coldplay. XD Coldplay has some astounding effects on the length of my posts. I am SO sorry! XDDDD)
Puck grimaced in defeat at Taylor’s response to his prompting. She was completely gone for now, it seemed. How far back into her memory had she fallen? It was before AniHigh, apparently…before even her time spent in prison. And it seemed there was nothing they could do, save for knock her head against something again…but Puck had a feeling that that would cause more problems than it might solve.
But…perhaps it was for the best that way. If she had forgotten everything, maybe she could return to her old life…at least until she started showing. But she wouldn’t be your problem then, a voice whispered in Puck’s mind. She or the child. You wouldn’t have to worry about that little problem any longer, now would you?
Puck snapped back, shocked at his own thoughts. How could he even consider something like that? Where had that thought even come from? Something about this place was changing something about his way of thinking…but he wasn’t sure what it was or why. And it frightened him.
He was suddenly called back to reality(or whatever you could classify Avalon as) by Bob and Sophia, he listened carefully to what Bob said, and nodded skeptically, afraid to get his hopes up that it might work.
“Um…alright then,” he said, taking a deep breath, and wracking his brain for anything that might trigger a memory for the girl. “Taylor…Taylor, you’ve been out of Chicago for a few years now. You went to Animated High. You met me, you met Clopin, and everyone else at that crazy place. You graduated…” he listed off several things, until he could think of no more, and glanced to Bob uncertainly.
174 NotesPuck the Trickster: themarysueassassin: Taylor looked around with an amazed expression on…
Taylor couldn’t help but smile at this point. “Yeah, my head’s feeling a little better.” she said. He’s leaning closer… Taylor thought, smiling more inwardly. The two unicorns followed after Puck, trying to imitate him by perching on the branches.
That was a feat in itself for Bob. Sophia had no trouble perching herself on a branch, looking down at Taylor. Bob, meanwhile, tried to take a step on one branch, and slipped, falling straight down. He caught himself with his own magic, and found a slightly thicker branch that could support him, as he turned himself to face the hammock.
Sophia bounced down to her brother’s level, nudging the older one in the chest. “Hey, you spent a lot of time with Taylor…is there a word or something that you think would jog her memory? Something from your assassin positions?” Sophia asked. Bob put a hoof to his chin in thought. “Well, the Warden always used to say “splendiferous” and all.” Bob said slowly, trying to think of more possible words.
“That’s it! Go say it to her and see if she remembers! Go on!” Sophia said, shoving her brother in Taylor’s direction. “Kay, kay, y’all! I’m goin!” Bob said, with an irritated look. He carefully treaded his way across the tree branch, until he was by Puck’s side. “She rememberin’ anything?” Bob asked.
Without waiting for a reply, he turned his snout to Taylor, before smiling. “Taylor, do y’all remember the Warden? He used to say somethin’ like “splendiferous” all the time. Funny word, I used to think!” Bob said, his smile growing. For a fleeting moment, Taylor thought she remembered something…but then it faded away just as quickly. “Sorry, bud. I can’t remember anything about a guy named the Warden.” Taylor said, with a frown. Bob’s ears pinned back, and he slumped his shoulders forward.
Sophia came trotting along, and reached upwards, until her front hooves were set next to Taylor’s shoulder. “I would’ve thought that maybe she would remember that…Puck, do you have any ideas?” Sophia asked, turning her head back to the fae.
Puck was frowning deeply, legs folded beneath him and his chin propped in his hand. There had to be something that would jog her memory…but if the unicorns weren’t enough, then what would be?
Then it hit him. Just last night…she’d have to remember that. Maybe he could remind her of their friendship, and everything else between them. Especially the very thing that had brought them there together.
Leaning forward, Puck looked into Taylor’s face seriously, searching for any signs of recognition. He placed a hand gently over her midsection, eyes never leaving her face. “Taylor,” he said slowly, a bit of concern sneaking into his tone. “You’ve gotta remember why we’re here…” his eyes trailed to her stomach, where his hand was placed, and he sighed. “Your…our child…we…Taylor, you’ve got to remember us!”
“Us”? Was there an “us”? Well…they were coming pretty close to being a thing together, and having a child definitely warranted a deeper relationship than they’d had. Puck bit his lip, looking her in the eyes again.
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OOC: My roommate’s and my anthem.
(Source: 90sjamz, via thehumkehawk)
Taylor raised a brow, looking at the three confusedly. “Well, this is…awkward.” she stated. The last thing she could remember was Chicago. She was…who was she with?
Whoever it was, they had been shopping or something…it hurt her head to think about what they were even doing. And now, she was here in some land called Avalon, and there was a sorta cute faerie dude staring her in the face, and two unicorns by his side, saying that they were her friends too, and that her name was Taylor.
The name sounded familiar enough. But everything else wasn’t registering. “Okay…so you’re Puck, the unicorn with the pink hair is Bob, and the smaller one is Sophia? Is that right?” Taylor asked. “Yes, y’all! But y’all have to remember more than that!” Bob exclaimed, eyes wide with worry. The exclamation earned him a swift hoofslap in the mouth, as Sophia stared him down. “Yelling isn’t going to help, brother.” Sophia said, narrowing her eyes. “Taylor… can you tell us anything? Can you remember anything at all?” Sophia asked.
The brunette shook her head. “Nope. All I remember is what I was doing before I landed here. I was shopping with someone. Can’t remember who it was either. And who’s this “Oberon” you guys keep worrying about?” Taylor asked. Sophia gave a worried look to Puck. “I think her memory’s relapsed pretty far…I think she’s only remembering stuff from her past…before the…sentence.” Sophia said, the last word coming to mumble, as she referred to Taylor’s jail time.
“Uh…if it’s any help to you guys, Bob looks a little familiar. At least I remember knowing someone with pink hair.” Taylor said, furrowing her brows. This was all hurting her head too much, as she leaned backwards again to lay down.
Hey…at least the cute guy was holding her hand.
Puck’s frown deepened, this time more with concern for Taylor’s safety than the uncertainty of the situation. He didn’t know just how hard the girl had hit her head, but if it had been enough to make her forget all her friends and more, then there was a good chance that it had been rather hard.
Scooping her into his arms, Puck flew a little into the air, turning to look at Bob and Sophia as he floated. Luckily, the girl wasn’t that heavy. “Let’s lay her down somewhere more comfortable she needs to rest her head, if we’re going to bring her memory back.”
Flying over towards the leafy canopy in the center of the room, laying her on a hammock that was situated in the middle among the leaves and branches. Perching on a branch beside the girl, he frowned a little more, honestly unsure of how to bring back her memory. Maybe if she were to see something or hear something that reminded her of her life, she’d remember them. He hoped…
“Is your head feeling alright?” He asked worriedly, leaning closer to Taylor.
Bob himself had landed rather roughly, right beside where Sophia was standing. Bouncing back up, he winced, as he shook his left foreleg. “Feels like a noodle, y’all. Dunno why I got all excited. Seein’ people bein’ happy makes me happy too.” Bob said, continuing to shake his foreleg. “That’s what you get for miscalculating.” Sophia said, rolling her eyes. She then looked to Puck, who was now kneeling beside Taylor. The brunette, it seemed, had her head slammed into the rock face, and her overall position looked like she had gotten into a terrible car crash. Her arms and legs were splayed all over the place.
“My, my.” Sophia muttered, poking Taylor with a lavender hoof. “Are you alright?” she asked. Using a bit more force, she rolled the girl over onto her back. Taylor’s eyes were still firmly shut, and her face was a little bloodied from her nose. “Eeeuurgh.” Sophia said, grimacing at the sight. Shooting a glare to her brother, she said, “Nice one there. You didn’t even care to watch out for your friend.”
Taylor eventually opened her eyes, looking to Sophia and Puck with a curious glance. “Ow…well, if you count a bloody nose as being okay, then yeah, I’m fine.” she said, propping herself up into a sitting position. Rubbing her head, she looked to Puck for a moment. “I’m sorry…but who are you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.” Taylor said, with a small frown.
“And you,” Taylor began, turning her head towards Sophia, “you can’t be real, can you? My mom always said that unicorns only existed in fairytales.” Taylor said, with a laugh. Sophia frowned, sharing a worried glance with her brother as he trotted over. “Aw, come on, now y’all are just jokin’! Y’all have to remember us!” Bob said.
“Actually, no I don’t. And for the record…I don’t even remember my name.” Taylor said. Sophia grimaced even more. “She must’ve lost her memory when she hit the brick wall…what are we going to do?” Sophia said, turning her head to Puck.
Puck’s jaw dropped immediately at Taylor’s words. Any remains of his ecstatic mood vanished, and he was terrified at the thought of being unable to reverse Taylor’s predicament. As far as he knew, his magic was still limited, despite being given Oberon’s pardon, so if they were to get Taylor’s memory back, they’d have to do it themselves. Unless Bob could help her in some way…but Puck doubted that even magic would be of much help in this situation.
“Taylor…your name is Taylor,” Puck responded slowly, unable how else to respond to her question. He grabbed her hand, frowning into her face as he tried to think of a way to resolve this.
“We have to jog her memory somehow,” he said, turning to Sophia for a moment. “Maybe if she can hear our names, it’ll help. Taylor, I’m Puck. That’s Bob, and this is Sophia. We’re your friends,” he said slowly, staring directly into her eyes and trying to help her remember. “Don’t you remember? We’re in Avalon. We had to come here because we…” Puck shook his head, deciding that giving too much information at once was a bad idea.
“You just have to remember. Come on, tell me something, anything that you know about yourself. We have to get your memory back before Oberon finds out about this.”
(Source: courtingdestruction, via everyoneistopsyturvy)
“Now that Disney owns Marvel, I wish they would relaunch the recent canonical Gargoyles comic. Greg Weisman has so many stories left to tell. 18 issues were simply not enough”.
Taylor looked around with an amazed expression on her face, as she tried to take in everything all at once. Everything was just so…splendiferous, as the Warden would often say. Before she could say anything, however, she felt a slight shift in Bob’s position…almost as if he wasn’t touching the ground anymore.
“Bob…what’s—“
It turned out that the unicorn was just as excited as Puck. She hadn’t the slightest idea as to why, but he was definitely floating upwards. And to Taylor, that only meant one thing: he was going to crash in the next ten minutes. Bob had a notorious habit of miscalculating just how long he could stay up in the air. And without another warning, Bob was zipping around, with Taylor yanking on his mane, trying to hold on without falling off.
“BOB! SERIOUSLY?!” Taylor yelled, as the unicorn took a turn downwards, the floor coming up faster than she had expected. At the last second, he turned upside down, letting Taylor’s hair just briefly brush the floor before pulling upwards, back into the higher recesses of the room. Taylor attempted to fix her already messed up hair, grumbling as she did so.
Sophia, who still remained on the ground, turned to the Weird Sisters, only to discover that they had disappeared. Odd. Perhaps I can explore that one hallway now. Sophia thought to herself. Looking back, she couldn’t help but snicker at her brother’s antics, with the poor human girl stuck on his back as he did his aerial acrobatics. Of course, she had already figured out what had gotten into Bob. The room reminded him of their own home, with the moss and whatnot.
Deciding to save that one hallway for later on, she leapt upwards using the rock shelves, before eventually reaching on high enough to speak to the three of them.
“So, are you three just going to keep flying around like that? Or are we actually going to be shown where we’re staying?” Sophia asked. “Thank you, voice of rea—dammit, Bob!” Taylor yelped, as the unicorn took yet another steep downwards turn. And, as expected, he had miscalculated, and the last thing Taylor saw was a rock shelf, before she assumed her “car accident” position.
After a few more minutes of ecstatic flying, Puck at last began to calm down, upon hearing Sophia’s voice and Bob’s crash. Turning around, Puck floated back towards the rock shelf, sheepishly grinning at Taylor and the unicorns. He couldn’t help himself. As much as he hated to admit it, his former love of his home was beginning to leak into his attitude.
“Pardon my enthusiasm,” he laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. Suddenly, he took notice of Taylor’s position, and he kneeled down beside her, frowning in slight concern. “Taylor…are you alright? You’re not hurt, are you?” Puck looked up at Bob now, frowning a bit.
“Now what are you so excited about to the point where you need to crash into things?”
“Got it.” Taylor said, unaware of just how many of Puck’s “siblings” disliked him. To her, it would only be these three that she knew of, for now. As they finally reached the top of the stairs, Taylor looked down the hall to her left, and then down the hall to her right. Bob raised his head to sniff around, out of curiosity.
Sophia, meanwhile, began heading off towards the left hallway, as the sisters led the other three to the right hallway. Of course, they hadn’t noticed the smaller unicorn until Seline happened to hear more hoofsteps, catching Sophia heading off in the other direction. Moving with unnatural speed, she caught up to the younger unicorn, ushering her in the other direction. “You must not go down that hallway, little one.” she said, with a sickly sweet smile.
Sophia raised a curious brow, and before Seline could speak again, the filly galloped off to join her brother at his side. Keeping her own thoughts to herself, Taylor briefly wondered about how the rooms looked. Were they every bit as grand as Animated High’s dorm rooms? Or were they a little more down to earth?
Finally, after a little more walking and passing by numerous doors of exquisite finery, the women stopped at the end of the hall, upon a moderately-sized green door. It was wooden, and rounded, with two faded golden hinges on the right side and a matching, plain knocker on the left. In comparison to all the others, it looked rather plain, and more like the entrance to a closet than the room of a faerie. Especially one that had been of Puck’s “stature” as the servant of Oberon.
The Sister stopped, turning to face the others with their hands clasped in front of them, a matching, emotionless expression on all three of their faces. Puck stared at the door, then at the women suspiciously, for once not saying a word.
“Your room has been kept untouched, Puck,” Phoebe assured, extending a hand with a dry smile to her brother. Puck stared at it, not sure if he believed her, before staring back at the door’s knocker, long and hard.
“Separate rooms will of course be made for the rest of you, but until then, you may all rest here for the time being,” Luna added. Puck continued to fix his eyes on the knocker, and the Sister began to take notice, and glanced at one another.
“You may open the door now, Puck.”
The fae’s fingers itched at his sides, and he bit his lip. It had been so long…what if it had all changed? Things were kept safe in Avalon, of course…but what if the Sisters were lying?
“We never lie, Puck.”
He stiffened at the sound of their eerie voices in unison, but kept his eyes on the door. Summoning up all his courage, Puck slowly walked to the wooden surface, took a deep breath, and finally wrapped his hand around the golden knocker. Forcing the heavy door forward, he braced himself before looking in, only to lose his breath at the sight of what was before him.
Everything had been left exactly the same.
The wooden beamed roof several meters above the ground, the spindly beams that supported it from the grassy floor up. Everything resembled the outdoors, down to a layer of grass on the “floor,” branches of a real large tree extending from the center of the room to the roof above, a large platform for walking on, and various other degree of finery. A nest of a bed was above near the roof, beside a large sky light, and floors practically sprouted from the walls. The walls were a light beige color, sprouts of moss growing on them in some places, and naturally formed rock shelves were made to hold books, artifacts, instruments, and useless items that Puck could find a use for within no time at all.
It was perfect. It was home.
Before he could even stop himself, Puck forgot the others, zipping into the air with a sudden joyous laugh, moving too fast too care and too happy to think.
Taylor nearly flinched as she felt Bob’s snout press against her back, turning her in the right direction, as she had been walking out of the castle. “Sounds great.” Taylor said, with her familiar smirk returning. They got to live in the castle as well as having the royal pardon? Awesome.
At least she didn’t have to worry about fighting for her life anymore. But what she did have to worry about was the kid. While she obviously wasn’t showing at all, she couldn’t help but feel a bit nauseated at the thought. And it was seriously the last thing she needed. Sighing, she turned to Bob, who no longer seemed to be as angry as he had been some time ago. “Bob?” Taylor asked.
“Yes, y’all?”
“Could I…could I have a ride? Please?” Taylor asked, with a sheepish grin. “Oh, come on y’all. Y’all know that you don’t have to ask!” Bob said, with a whinny. He lowered his head, and with it, tossed Taylor into the air, as she landed roughly on his back. “Sorry y’all.” Bob said, turning his head back a little. “I’m a little more used to y’all gettin’ on yourself.”
“I could’ve gotten on myself, you know. Being…pregnant…isn’t going to stop me from doing what I do normally.” Taylor said, rolling her eyes. She then straightened her posture a bit on the unicorn’s back, as Sophia trotted up beside her brother. “Bob, are you sure we’ll be able to stay? You know how…how Father gets when I’m gone for a while.” Sophia said, with a bit of a frown.
Bob snorted, not wanting to remember his father at the moment. “I’m sure he’ll be just fine, y’all.” Bob said in a flat tone, keeping his gaze focused on the upcoming staircase. Sophia fell silent. She knew exactly how her brother felt about the situation, and by talking any more about it, she would only irritate him.
“Puck, come over here a sec, would you?” Taylor asked, waving the fae over. “Who’re they? Are they related to you?” she asked.
At Taylor’s wave, Puck walked back towards her, keeping in time with her and the unicorn. His head was swimming, but not just with every shocking incident that had managed to occur that morning. Avalon was clouding his mind. He should be feeling a lot more worried and stressed than he did…but already, he could feel the effects of the glamourie and lack of care that the faerie isle brought. He’d just have to hold out as long as he could, he supposed, before it completely took over his thoughts.
“Them?” Puck asked, scowling a little as he pointed at the three faes ahead of them. “Unfortunately. They’re known as the Weird Sisters. Their names are Phoebe, Seline, and Luna,” he explained, pointing to the blonde, brunette, and silver-haired one, respectively.
“Best to…stay out of their way. They’re Oberon’s favorites, and…dangerous. Let’s leave it at that. And, in case you couldn’t tell, they don’t like me very much,” Puck smirked sheepishly. Not that many people here liked him that much anyway, of course…but these three were the worst.
Taylor bit her lip as she watched Bob and Sophia come up to defend both her and Puck, to the best of their own ability. She could’ve sworn she tasted blood as she waited for Oberon’s response. As the Faerie King made his final decision, she breathed a jagged sigh of relief, as if afraid to let that out under Oberon’s glare. Looking to the two unicorns, who still stood protectively to hers and Puck’s sides, Taylor stepped forward, in a low bow to Oberon and Titania. “My lord…and lady, I thank you greatly. I will forever be thankful to you both.” Taylor said, before turning around to the other three with a smile that stretched a majority of her face.
Without a word, she rushed forward, gathering Puck, Sophia, and Bob into one tight bear hug, or as far as her arms could stretch around the three. Bob, forgetting his anger, wrapped both hooves around Taylor, as did Sophia. “Thank you guys so, so much.” Taylor said, squeezing the three of them just a little tighter. She finally released the three of them, allowing Bob and Sophia to go before the Faerie King and Queen. The two unicorns bowed yet again, before reassuming their standing positions.
“And we thank you for listening to us.” Sophia said, with slight bow of her head. “Thank y’all kindly.” Bob said. Oberon nodded firmly, as Titania smiled at the two, giving them her blessing. Bob then turned back to head towards Taylor and Puck, but stopped to wait for his sister, as she trotted after him.
Puck felt such a great surge of relief that he thought that he might faint. Oberon’s mercy. Temporary though it may be, it would be enough for them to thrive off of and protect Taylor and the child. It would be enough.
As Taylor pulled them all into an embrace, Puck at last smiled, the weight of the situation having lifted off of his shoulders. When they pulled apart, he turned back to face his parents, and met their gaze for a few moments before bowing quickly again. “Thank you, my-“
“Please, not again,” Oberon said, extending his hand with a dry, warning expression. Puck straightened up, and sheepishly smiled, before turning to his mother. Titania smiled, and nodded approvingly to her son. “I trust you two will be spending some time here until the child is ready to be born,” she said, and Puck nodded in response. Clasping her hands together suddenly, three women appeared behind Titania, each identical except in hair color. “Sisters,” Titania addressed them, still facing the newcomers. “Show these four where they will be staying during their time here. The castle is welcome to those whom Oberon has pardoned.”
The women nodded to the queen, and quickly appeared at Puck, Taylor, and the unicorns’ sides. “Come. We are sure the Puck remembers his way,” the blond one ssaid, with just a bit of edge to her tone as she looked towards Puck. The three began to walk in one direction, in unison, and beckoned for them to follow.
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