(Yeah,and when the teacher tells her not to let them hang she just sticks them out a little,stiffly really.)

Jason smiled to him,excited yellow trying to burst into his scales. "You know how I'm half dragon and half human?"

(*Shudders* I'm sorry you have to see that)

"Yeah?" He asked, not entirely sure where this was going

(xD It's alright.Besides,I think she's trying.Keyword there:Think. But she's a rebellious and rude type,no offense to her of course!,so I'm not sure.But that's just me! )

"Well.So I knew for years I had a father and of course had to have a mom,but I only knew my father.The dragon,he was a forth human. But I never knew of my mom...but..." He then bounced a little as he walked. "I sorta met her the other day,despite the fact that she's dead." He was really excited to share that he'd met his mom with Puck.

(Yeah, it can be hard to tell sometimes)

"How did you meet her? Since she's dead and all that?"

(Yeah.I'm trying not to be judgy but I'm trying to determine if she's serious about it or just not able to swing her arms.)


He bounced a bit more. "That's the exciting thing.She's human,therefore her soul goes to the Fallen Plane! And usually human souls are stuck there after passing with no return or way to see them.Dragon souls go to the Second/or/Secondary Plane.They can come back sometimes but not often and it's very hard.But my father and sisters brought my mom with them and it was really cool because,she's human I mean how did they find her? And well it's really cool,because she's super sweet and really pretty.Her names Jillian and it's really cool.I mean." he bounced into the air happily for a second,jumping a little despite his limp. "I have a mom,I mean i know I had one and she died having our eggs because humans aren't supposed to but still! A mom! It was cool,I have a mom!"

(Yeah...Maybe she just finds swinging her arms uncomfortable?)

Puck laughed a little at how excited Jason was. Their exit from the Bone Marsh was far more harrowing than their journey to find the witch. True to Grimalkin's prediction, as the sun sank beneath the western horizon, a mad howl arose, seeming to echo from the swamp itself. A shudder passed through the land, and a sudden wind stole the late afternoon warmth.


"Perhaps we should move faster," Grimalkin said, and bounded into the undergrowth, but Ash stopped and turned to face the howling wind, drawing his sword. The breeze, smelling of rot, stagnant water and blood, whipped at his face, but he held his blade loosely at his side and waited.

"Oi, prince." Puck circled back, frowning. "What are you doing? If you didn't know already, the old chicken plucker is on her way, and she's gunning for Winter and Summer stew."

"Let her come." He was Ashallayn'darkmyr Talyn, son of Mab, former prince of the Unseelie Court, and he was not afraid of a witch on a broom.

"I would advise against that," Grimalkin said, somewhere in the bushes. "These are her lands, after all, and she will be a formidable opponent should you insist on fighting her here. The wiser course of action is to flee to the edge of the swamp. She will not follow us there.That is where I will be, should you decide to come to your senses. I will not waste time watching you fight a completely useless battle based on ridiculous pride."

"Come on, Ash," Puck said, edging away. "We can play with extremely powerful witches some other time. Furball might disappear, and I do not want to tromp all over the Nevernever looking for him again."

Jason pulled his hood over his head firmly to try and hide from the cold wind. "And besides,what good will a fight do?It's not a friendly game of checkers,I can assume that.We have to get going." He wasn't about to leave Ash,he was a friend,but he didn't want to fight. But he'd help if he felt necessary.

Ash glared at Puck, who shot him an arrogant grin and hurried after the cat. Sheathing his weapon, Ash sprinted after them, and soon the Bone Marsh was a blur of malachite moss and bleached bone. A cackling scream rang out somewhere behind them, and Ash leaned forward, adding speed and cursing all Summer fey under his breath.

Jason,despite pain in his left leg,kept up fairly well but he didn't dare look back as the cackling scream rang out. Oh boi he didn't dare,he just kept going and thrust with his legs as well as he could,now both hurting.

They ran for an hour or more, the cackle of our pursuer never seeming to gain, but never falling behind. Then the ground began to firm under their feet, the trees slowly gaining breadth and height. The air changed as well, losing the acrid odor of the bog and turning to something sweeter, though mixed with the faintest hint of decay.

Ash caught sight of a gray stillness in one of the trees and skidded to a halt, so suddenly that Puck slammed into him. Ash turned with the impact and gave a little push. "Oi!" Puck yelped as he careened off and landed in an ungraceful sprawl. Ash smirked(<--Whaaat?) and stepped around him, dodging easily as he tried to trip him.