She keeps neutral.

(i think they took her to the police station to apologize)

She was just mainly focused on kissing him now.

(Oof...)

Well, if Ethan came in, that would be embarrassing.


The corridor ended, opening into a massive room with icicles dangling from the ceiling like glittering chandeliers. Will-o'-the-wisps and globes of faery fire drifted between them, sending shards of fractured light over the walls and floor. The floor was shrouded in ice and mist, and Isiea's breath steamed in the air as they entered. Icy columns held up the ceiling, sparkling like translucent crystal and adding to the dazzling, confusing array of light and colors swirling around the room. Dark, wild music echoed throughout the chamber, played by a group of humans on a corner stage. The musicians' eyes were glazed over as they sawed and beat at their instruments, their bodies frighteningly thin. Their hair hung long and lank, as if they hadn't cut it for years. Yet, they didn't seem to be distressed or unhappy, playing their instruments with zombielike fervor, seemingly blind to their inhuman audience. Dozens of Unseelie fey milled about the chamber, each one a creature straight out of a nightmare. Ogres and redcaps, goblins and spriggans, kobolds, phoukas, hobs and faeries there weren't names for, all wandering to and fro in the shifting darkness.

(yeah it was wack and ion even remember it)

Very. Since he could actually see Puck.

(Huh. That's so crazy)

Yeah. Well, everyone could at the house except Luke.

She stays completely silent, her expression unchanging.

Right. Honestly she wasn't sure if he saw her most of the time.

(Riiiggghht?)

(Sorry had to go get something for my little sister)

On the far side of the room, a throne of ice hovered in the air, glowing with frigid brilliance. Sitting on that throne, poised with the power of a massive glacier, was Mab, Queen of the Unseelie Court.

The Winter Queen was stunning, plain and simple. When she was in Oberon's court she'd seen her beside her rival, Titania, the Summer Queen, who was also beautiful but in an evil socialite type of way. Titania also held a grudge against Isiea for being Oberon's daughter, and had tried to turn her into a deer once. Though they were complete opposites, the two queens were insanely powerful. Titania was a summer storm, beautiful and deadly and prone to frying something with lightning if it made her mad. Mab was the coldest day in winter, where everything lies still and dead, held in fear of the unforgiving ice that killed the world before and could again.

The queen lounged in her chair, surrounded by several fey gentry--the sidhe--dressed in expensive, modern-day clothes, crisp white business suits and pin-striped Armani. When she saw her last, in Oberon's court, Mab had worn a flowing black dress that writhed like living shadows. Today, she was dressed in white: a white pantsuit, opal-tinted nails and ivory heels, her dark hair styled elegantly atop her head. Depthless black eyes, like a night without stars, looked up and spotted Isiea, and her pale mulberry lips curved in a slow smile. Fey care little for mortals. Humans are merely playthings to be used up and discarded. Both the Seelie and Unseelie Courts are subject to this. Even if Isiea was half-fey and Oberon's daughter, she was all alone in the court of her father's ancient enemies. If she irritated Mab, there was no telling what the queen would do. Maybe turn her into a white rabbit and sic the goblins on her, though that seemed more Titania's style.

(And you don't remember anything?)

Who, Luke? Yeah, he didn't.

(nope, i was a literal baby)

Seriously?