"Who did you abduct this time Grim?" the voice rumbles with amusement.
Grim's eyes flicker, "Please, stop gracing us with your presence."
The fey in front of us laughs at Grim's tone, "Guess the past decades taught you something about sarcasm.
"Cats invented sarcasm."
I stare at the fey surprise; his eyes are a piercing green, lighting up with amusement, skin is incredibly pale -but not translucent, his sharp, angular features are crowned with messy red hair. Incredibly beautiful -like most of his kind. His clothing contradicts his graceful features; baggy sweats and an old band tee that's seen better days.
His eyes shift to me and he bites his lower lip, assessing me... "Pleasure to meet you princess," he bows, "What's brought you to this little piece of nowhere?"
I looked down at Grim. He shrugged, "Tell him; don't. It matters little whether the Summer jester hears your plans." I looked back at the fey. He was Summer and I was plotting to storm his queen's palace so...
The faery's green eyes light up, "Come on, you can trust good ol'Puck. You're gonna do something the Titania-aren't you? I can see it in your eyes."
"Wait," I pause , "You're Puck? A.K.A Robin Good-fellow. The Shakespeare A Midsummer Night's Dreams guy?"
He replied with a feral grin, "That's the one. Can you tell me your plan now? I promise not to blab to Titania" he holds up his left hand.
My eyes narrow, "From what I've read, you tend to screw things up -no offence."
He sighs deeply, "Mortals never get the story right but... if you're curious, I'd be happy to tell you the true story."
I actually did want to hear about it. My father had read me A Midsummer Night's Dream and Alice in Wonderland constantly. Puck had always been my favourite and I had the biggest crush on him -until I saw the movie version of him played by a middle-aged man with a scraggly beard- but I'd always imagined him as a version of Peter Pan greenish tinted skin than anything else.
I look at Grim, who's flicking his tail impatiently and reply to Puck, "Thank you, but I'll go without."
Puck's eyes gleam, "I might take you up on your offer," he said before disappearing.
"What does he mean by that?" I ask. "You never say thank you to a fey. Don't look so down," Grim yawns, "He may seem kind but remember, he's still one of us."
"Are you done with your cliché comments? We need to meet this Leahsid person," I snap.
"Leanhside, girl. If you've come here to beg sanctuary, you could do your hostess a favour and not get my name wrong."
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