Jason actually didn't even care now. "I don't care if I'm taken anymore." He said softly,brushing the flakes off of him gently. He let his wing burst out and gently spread one over him. "Ash...come one....please be okay....or...I'll have to check you over,and if your hurt but okay that'll really hurt....Ash...I don't care if you kill me...just please...don't die." His voice was soft.Very soft.

"We're still in the Unseelie Court, and Mab's place is where we're going anyway."
Ash struggled out of the snow and rose slowly, ducking under Jason's wing. "I wouldn't worry about that." One hand gripped his sword, the other arm was wrapped around his ribs. He shook the snow out of his hair and raised his weapon. "We can continue now, if you like."
Grinning, Puck pulled the daggers from his shoes. "I'd be thrilled." He took a step forward. "This won't take long at all."

Jason stood quickly and pt his wings out wide and kept between the two. "No! Both of your are not fighting again! You*He pointed to Ash* Your already hurt. And you! *Looks to Puck* Your in the point of energy where you'd hurt him badly. I don't care if your at each other's throats about something,but I don't want to see Ash hurt any more than he already is." He looked to Ash's ribs and offered a hand out. "I can fix that,if your planning to continue anyway. At least if your going to fight...do it so you don't get hurt more."

They blinked at him, astounded, but slowly lowered their weapons. A sneezing laugh rang out in the branches of a tree, and Grimalkin peered down, swishing his tail in mirth.
Puck shrugged and flopped down on a log, crossing his arms and legs. Ash continued to stand, sheathing his weapon, snowflakes gathering in his hair again.

Jason came over and gently brushed a few off. "Just give me a minute." He said softly,then turned to his wing and started harshly removing a few scales with only the faintest whimpering. He took at least 20 faster than you'd feathers from a bird and quickly started making a strange shape with them on his palm. There was a bit of bloud on his hands and part of his wing from the scales but he seemed not to care.

He inclined his head, trying to puzzle Jason out before grimacing and sinking to his knees, arms around his middle. Dark blood trickled between his lips.

He gasped and dropped to his knees quickly,holding the scales tight and making a quick motion of multiple shapes over his chest rapidly.

Puck turns and looks but stays right where he's at. "Oh, so we're playing nice now? Shall we have tea first? Brew up a nice pot of kiss my--"

"Truce, Goodfellow," Ash grated out. "The Chillsorrow manor is a few miles east of here. Right now, the lady of the house is away at court, so we'll be safe there. I suggest we postpone our duel," he said, trying to push Jason away. "Unless you'd like to kill me now."

"No, no. We can kill each other later." Puck padded over to him, shoving his dagger into his boot. Putting his arm to the stubborn prince's shoulders, he jerked him to his feet. Ash grunted and pursed his lips but didn't cry out. "Off we go," Puck said. "You coming, grimalkin?"

"Oh, definitely." He landed with a soft thump in the snow. His golden eyes, bright with amusement, regarded Jason knowingly. "I would bit miss this for the world."

(Timeskip to when they get to the mansion?)

(That's fine by me,but Jason can actually fix Ash if he's allowed the time.)

(I know, but Ash is much too stubborn to let his prisoner heal him. Issues with pride and all that)


The Chillsorrow manor lived up to it's name. The outside of the sprawling estate was blanketed in ice, the lawn frozen, the numerous thorn trees were encased in crystallized water. Inside wasn't much better. The stairways were slick, the floors resembled ice rinks, and the Summer fey's (like Puck and Grim)breaths hung in the air as they made their way through the frigid, narrow halls.

At least the servants were helpful, if extremely creepy: skeleton thin gnomes with pure white skin and long fingers glided around the house, not saying a word. Their pupil-less black eyes seemed too big for their faces, and they had the unnerving habit of staring at you mournfully, as if you had a fatal disease and were not long for the world.

Still, they welcomed them into the house, bowing respectfully to Ash, making him comfortable in one of the rooms. The biting chill didn't affect the Winter prince.

Inside the room where Ash sat on a bed, he was surrounded by ice gnomes. His shirt was off, showing his lean, muscular arms and chest. He was built more like a dancer or martial artist than a bodybuilder, the elegant frame hinting at a grace that a human simply could not match. His tousled black hair fell into his eyes and he absently raked it out of his face.