She smacks him again.

"Would you please find something else to slap?"

~~~

Eventually, the eternal twilight finally began to dim. Puck stopped, gazing up at the sky, where an enormous moon glimmered over the treetops, so close you could see pits and craters marring the surface.

"I suppose we should rest for the night." Puck sounded reluctant. "We wouldn't want either of you stumbling onto a dancing mound, or following a white bunny down a dark hole. Come on, I know a place not far from here where we can sleep undisturbed."

She nodded, and kept following.

She rolls her eyes. ,, Let me guess, next youre gonna say not to follow any glowing blue lights or trust any horses with seaweed for hair. ,,

"Yeah. Pretty much." A few minutes later, they came to the trunk of a huge, gnarled tree. The bark was so knobby and rough that one almost see faces peering out of the trunk.

" Well isn't that a...nice looking tree. "

,, Well, too bad. If I find a Kelpie Im keeping it. ,, She huffs.

"Why on earth would you ever want to...nevermind." Puck knelt among the roots and knocked on the wood. There was a tiny door, barely a foot tall, near the base of the tree. The door creaked open, and a head peered out suspiciously.

"Eh? Who's there?" a rough, squeaky voice asked. The little man's skin was the color of walnuts; his hair looked like a bundle of twigs sticking out of his scalp. He wore a brown tunic and brown leggings and looked like a stick come to life, except for the eyes peering out of his face, black and shiny like a beetle's.

"Good evening, Twiggs," Puck greeted politely.

The little man blinked, squinting up at the figure towering over him. "Robin Goodfellow?" He squeaked at last. "Haven't seen you round these parts in a while. What brings you to my humble tree?"

"Escort service," he replied, shifting to the side so that Twiggs could get a clear view of the girls. Those beady eyes fixed on the two of them, blinking in confusion. Then, suddenly, they got huge and round, as Twiggs looked back at Puck.

"Is...Is that...are they...?"

"They are."

"Do they...?"

"No."

"Oh my." Twiggs opened the door wide, beckoning with a sticklike arm. "Come in, come in. Quickly now, before the dryads catch sight of you, the irritating gossips." He vanished inside.

She comes in, looking bored and still grumpy.

She follows Puck and Isiea inside.