A/N: Well, I had a spare moment, so I decided to go ahead and work on the second chapter. I typically do so when I get reviews, but I thought I'd just do it now.

Disclaimer: I do not own A Midsummer's Night Dream, nor do I own the lyrics to these songs.

Chapter Two

"Through brush, through briar…"

After my bizarre interview with Puck, I made my way quickly back to the Fairy Queen's chambers. Peaseblossom, and his pale sister Moth were there, looking extremely worried. Moth caught me by the wrist and drew me aside.

"Lady Titania and Lord Oberon have just had the most dreadful row." She hissed in my ear. "It wouldn't be a good thing for you to disturb her now, Aspre."

I was aghast. The Fairy Queen and her husband had been in an argument? This was severely out of the ordinary way of Fairy life. Titania and Oberon never fought! Well, not against each other anyway. Not in my ten years of memory.

I turned to Moth's brother. "Peaseblossom, what were they arguing about?" He shuffled his small feet in the dirt, and replied quietly,

"The changeling child."

I should have known. Oberon had been really interested in that child as of late, too much for the Lady Titania to bear. And the child had only arrived a week ago! It was all good and well that Lord Oberon had an interest in his wife's affairs, but if they were fighting about it….well, that was a different story.

I shook my head as if clearing off a fly, and my braid whipped around and struck something hard.

"Now really, was that necessary?"

Clutching my braid so as not to hurt anyone else, I pirouetted in panic to face whomever it might be that I struck. There was no one there.

Turning back to Peaseblossom and his sister, I noticed they were both giggling, with their hands over their mouths. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

"Alright, what is it?" I snapped angrily.

They were spared the necessity of answering my question by the arrival of another of Titania's valued pages, Cobweb. He was also very pale, paler than Moth. And at this moment, his whiteness enhanced the irritated look on his thin little face.

"Lady Titania says you were to be at the stream one-half of an hour ago!" He snapped. "Her cisterns are almost dry!"

Moth and I sighed at the same time. We both knew what this meant. Trudging down with heavy buckets on our shoulders to a particular stream haunted by a water-sprite favored by the Queen. We also knew that if we didn't go, we risked losing our positions at court. It was not a thought we relished.

So, grumbling at the inevitable pain, Moth and I trudged toward the place where the buckets were kept.

Oh joy.

A/N: Argh, sorry for the short length of the chapter...writer's block is very commonfor me. I hope you enjoyed it.