" well until you return what you stole, none of us can leave. "

"Warren!" gasped the girl, staring at the girls wide-eyed. "It's them!"

All eyes flashed to the girls.

"It is you," Warren breathed. "You're them, aren't you? Oberon's half-bloods. The Summer princesses."

" ick. " she muttered.

Her eye narrows. ,, Yes. We are. Now leave. ,,

"She's 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?"

Warren shot him a look that was half fearful, half awe. "Her, of course. The boss of this place. So...if these are Oberon's daughters, you must be him, aren't you? Robin Goodfellow? The Puck?" Puck smiled, which caused Warren to swallow noisily. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. "But--" he glanced at Ironhorse "--she didn't 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."

Isiea is done being talked vaguely to. She grabs the goat boy by the hair, forcing him towards her, knife in hand. ,, Who is she? ,,

Lise rolled her eyes.

"Her name is Leanansidhe," Warren said. "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."

,, Yeah Im not gonna bother pronouncing that. Who is Ana? ,,

" who is that? "