Upon waking puck looked ,with eyes that reminded the casual observer more of a scarlet sunset than orbs to see with, at his empty cup…. Just great he thought, empty. I could sneak down to my masters cellar and steal some more of his wine, but where would the sport be there.
So with a heavy sigh, he rose, taking his magical goblet with him and set off for the forest stream. He thought about that clear pure water, then shuddered until he remembered he could just use his goblet to change his water to wine, and smiled.
The everlasting forest was ashimmer with light and beauty, but then again it always was, he barely even noticed the flowers.
He stopped short at one point however, hearing a sound that was ever wondrous to his ears, the earthy breathing of passion expressed. Carefully he poked his head to a gap between two branches, looking , with a smile at the scene before him. A young couple, arms and legs intertwined with each other, breathing heavily and gazing at with love struck eyes. Oh these two, at it again I see, time for another show it seems he smiled to himself.
In the clearing Romeo looked up and after scanning the surrounding woodland cursed under his breath, "its that Pucking peeping tom again", for the satyr was well known through the forest as a voyeur, what ho he cried, leaping to his feet ,pulling his weapon out of its warm embrace in the process, something that gave fair Juliet cause to smile not kindly upon him . Pray sir, replace thy sword in its moist sheath I beg you.
Romeo however was on his feet , raging at the forest edge " get thee hither Knave and go to, go to I say". Puck laughed to himself, not likely boy, and will you stop waving that thing around?
Do not anger me sir , cried the fiery tempered Italian , insult me at your peril. At this the fae just grinned a grin that only he could grin. Looking down at Romeo he said, still smiling and with cheer in his voice. yours may be longer kid, but mines thicker and with that and a wave of magic dust he turned and walked away. All poor Romeo could do was turn bright red and bite his thumb at the retreating satyr… who did not even have the good manners to be offended and take insult from such a slight.
Presently, and in not much time even , puck came upon a small glassy pond of crystal clear water, the water falling into the pond with a song of joy and clarity. The beauty of the bathing spot was lost on him however, as something else caught his eye, spotting him dead in his tracks, his face full of longing….