I do not own Gargoyles. All OC's are mine.
Liz: Do you wanna go, pencil pusher!
Coyote: Careful. You may get turned into a furry woodland creature. And not by my hand.
Liz: Yeah, right!
YYW: I'll keep that in mind, Coyote.
Coyote: *Smirks*
Liz: *Growls* Read on!
Liz woke to Coyote shaking her shoulder.
"What?" she grumbled.
"We're going to Avalon," said Coyote.
"Now?" Liz sat up and rubbed her eyes.
"Yes, now," answered Coyote.
"Okay," Liz yawned.
Coyote transported them to Avalon. Liz immediately ran over to the castle of Princess Katherine and Guardian Tom. It was midmorning, so her gargoyle brothers and sisters were asleep. Coyote smiled. Liz looked much happier than she normally did. She tended to when she visited Avalon. But it would not last. Try as she might, Liz couldn't make friends with any of the Fey other than Coyote himself. The Weird Sisters would come around to see what she was doing, but they weren't exactly friendly. Liz was half human and none of the other Fey wanted to be around her. There was nothing that could change that.
Coyote went to see Oberon and Titania. It was late enough in the morning that they would be stirring. And if not, he could visit Raven and poke some fun at him for being beat by a half-breed until they were.
Grandmother saw him arriving. "Hello, cousin," she said sweetly. "Where's your shadow?"
"Not here at the moment," said Coyote. "She's a little busy visiting her friends."
"How are things?" asked Grandmother.
"Well, for the most part," replied Coyote. "Teaching is slow going, but Liz is starting to get a handle on things. She's having problems with the most basic of transmutations. The higher level things are a breeze for her. I just can't get her to get a basic spell down. Other than that, everything's great. She fends for herself, asks little of me, even for food. Liz is skilled with a hunting knife." Coyote smirked. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised there with what she had to grow up with."
"She talks to you about her childhood?" asked Grandmother.
"Not much of a childhood," Coyote said. "But she talks about it sometimes. Other times she speaks in her sleep. Poor girl has some wicked nightmares. A few weeks ago she started screaming bloody murder in her sleep and I couldn't wake her." He shook his head. "I had to slap her across the face to bring her to her senses. Not a smart thing to do, but it was the only thing I could think of."
"What happened?" asked Grandmother. "Did she slap you back?"
"She punched me in the mouth," replied Coyote. "The girl has a right cross you think only a gargoyle would have." He rubbed his jaw, reminiscing the pain of Liz's strike.
The two of them walked into Oberon's castle.
"So what brings you back to Avalon?" asked Grandmother.
"I have a proposition for Lord Oberon," replied Coyote.
Grandmother looked at Coyote warily. He may not be Puck, but Coyote could be quite daring at times. "Do not do anything reckless, Coyote," she warned.
"I won't," assured Coyote. "Do you know if the lord and lady are awake yet?"
"I am." Titania's voice came from behind them. "Hello, Coyote."
"My queen," said Coyote with a bow.
"You have a proffer for my lord?" Titania asked. "Pray tell, what would it be?"
Coyote couldn't help but grin devilishly. She wasn't going to like this one bit.
Liz: Wait a minute! Who's 'she'?
YYW: You'll just have to find out.
Liz: *Growls* You're just as bad as Coyote!
YYW: Keep reading. You'll find out.
