Jason sighed. "Gosh,why the heck with the prince stuff? Sure,I'm the middle brother of three remaining princes in my realm,but can't i just be the dragon-human hybrid when I'm not there?" He sighed,putting a hand to his hip as Fatespeaker hopped down onto the ground and began sniffing the three new people. Shade was staring at them with wide glassy eyes,little body shaking no matter how softly Jason stroked his tail. "Ee....ee...ee~?" "Yes,I'm him. Names Jason,Jason Skytracer.The sniffy one is Fatespeaker and the squeaky one is little Shade." Fatespeaker smiled softly and waved a tiny ice talon to the girl gently.

"Shes looking for you, you know. Got half the exiles looking for you--"

"Whoa, slow down, goat-boy." Puck held up a hand. "Who is this remarkable she you keep talking about?"

Jason sighed and folded his wings again. Little Shade crawled onto his head with a soft huff of snowflakes.
"Why am I even being looked for? I ain't nothin' special." He said softly with a shrug,his dragonic letters matching his words with quick blinking lights.

Warren shot them a look that was half fearful, half awe. "Her, of course. The boss of this place. So...if this is the dragon prince, you must be him, arent you? Robin Goodfellow? The Puck?" Puck smiled, which caused Warren to swallow noisily. His Adams apple bobbed in his throat. "But--" he glanced at Ironhorse "--she didnt say anything about him. Whos he?"


"Stinks," rumbled the green-skinned boy, curling his lip to reveal blunt, uneven teeth. "Smells like coal. Like iron."


Warrens eyebrows shot up. "Aw, crap. Hes one of them, isnt he? One of those Iron faeries! She wont be happy about this."

Jason felt two things,one he was fine with the fright but two he was confused at the awe. "He's with us,why's that bad? And I have the same question as my friend,who's the 'She'?" Fatespeaker sniffed and shrugged,having not minded the smell of Ironhorse. She scuttled between the three,weaking around and sniffing them with little snow flakey sneezes. Soon little Shade relaxed and fluttered over to them as well,sniffing and sneezing.

"Her name is Leanansidhe,"Warren stated, as if they were idiots for not figuring it out. "Leanansidhe the Dark Muse. Queen of the Exiles."

Pucks eyebrows arched into his hair. "Youre kidding," he said, his face caught between a grimace and a smirk. So, Leanansidhe fancies herself a queen, now? Oh, Titania will love that."

Jason put a hand to Puck's shoulder as he noticed the faint grimace. He wasn't sure who either of these people where but wasn't about to push any buttons. "Why are we looked for?" He asked,tail twitching faintly and he gave Fatespeaker and Shade a look,not mean but not to soft,and they scuttled back over. Shade gave a quick hug to the leg of the girl then dashed back to Jason,wings fluttering and head bopping. "Eee~." Fatespeaker rubbed against Jason's legs once then began rubbing against Puck's legs multiple times gently,purring the soft sound of a bubbling river.

The grimace won out. He shook his head and turned to Jason, his face grim. "Bad news, Jason. At one time, Leanansidhe was one of the most powerful beings in all the Nevernever. The Dark Muse, they called her, because she inspired many great artists, helping them produce their most brilliant works. You might recognize some of the mortals shes helped--James Dean, Jimi Hendrix, Kurt Cobain." Novody answered Jason's question

He sighed softly,trying to put a reassuring wing around Puck as he saw the grimace win out. "But what do you mean by 'was'?"

Puck shrugged, bot answering thay question either. "But, as you should know, such help always comes with a price. None whom Leanansidhe inspires lives very long, ever. Their lives are brilliant, colorful, and very brief. Sometimes, if the artist was particularly special, shed take him back to the Nevernever to entertain her for eternity. Or until she got bored. Of course, this was before"

He trailed off, giving Jason a sideways look.