"A little jumpy today, arent we?" Robbie laughed and darted out of reach before she could kill him. "Time to switch to decaf, princess. If youre going to shriek at every bogey that jumps out and says boo, youll be exhausted before we reach the edge of the woods."

He had changed. Hunter-green pants and a thick brown hoodie replaced his jeans and ratty T-shirt. He'd traded his sneakers for soft leather boots. His face was leaner, harsher, with sharp angles and pointed features. Combined with his bright auburn hair and green eyes, he looked similar to a grinning fox.

But the most noticeable difference was his ears. Slender and pointed, they jutted out from the sides of his head, like...well, like an elfs. And, in that moment, all traces of Robbie Goodfell disappeared. The boy she'd known for most of her life was gone, like he never existed, and only Puck remained.

She looked at him a little bit, seeing his new appearance, then noticed he jumped out of her reach.
"Puck...I swear if you do that again I will kill you. Right now is not a good time."
She growled.
Her heart was still racing.

"Whats the matter, princess?" Puck yawned, stretching his long limbs. "You look like you lost your best friend"

"Yeah? You agree?"

"Hey, just because I look differend doesn't mean that I'm not your friend. And just a warning for when we get back to the mortal world: we're everywhere, princess," he said firmly. "Under your bed, in your attic, walking past you on the street." His smile grew wider, more wolfish. "Glamour is fueled by the dreams and imagination of mortals. Writers, artists, little boys pretending to be knights--the fey are drawn to them like moths to a flame. Why do you think so many children have imaginary friends? Even your brother had one. Floppy, I think he called it, though that wasnt its true name. A pity the changeling managed to kill it."

"All of this is just surprising to me..." She sighed, she tried to figure out what to think of this whole situation.

Puck leaned against a tree, lacing his hands behind his head in a very Robbie-like fashion. "Dont look so shocked, princess. Mortals have perfected the art of not seeing what they dont expect to be there. Though, there are a few rare humans who can see through the mist and the glamour. Usually, these are very special individuals--innocent, naive dreamers--and the fey are even more attracted to them."

"So not everyone can see this world?" She asked curiously.

He seemed about to say something, but then a branch snapped somewhere in the tangled darkness. He straightened quickly. "Whoops, time to go. Its dangerous to linger in any one place. Well attract unwanted attention."

"Alright..." She said quietly.
'This world seems off...' She said to herself.