Nope. Isiea's good.

A pulse ripped through the air, flying outward. It knocked the nearest fighters off their feet and continued, spreading across the field. There were hundreds of glowing eyes, shining blades and bared teeth, ready to tear them apart. They certainly had everyones attention now. The scepter pulsed in Lise's hand.

Good. She hops off the wing and heads over to Lise.

She was pretty sure having every persons attention couldn't be good. Especially since she had the scepter.

Well, once they saw the scepter, they drew back.

She just goes over to Lise, not saying anything and acting as if she wasn't just holding onto the wing of a murder-dragon and hoping she won't fall and split her head open.

Well...that was safer than the alternative. She looked around for Mab.

Slowly, the crowd parted, and the air around them dropped several degrees, making their breath steam before their faces. Mab came through the crowd on a huge white warhorse, her gown trailing behind her, her hair unbound and flowing down her back. The horses hooves didnt quite touch the ground, and great gouts of steam billowed from its nostrils, wreathing the Winter Queen in a ghostly halo of fog. Her lips and nails were blue, her eyes as black as a starless night as she peered down at Lise.

"Liseolette and Vivian Chase." The queens voice was a hiss, her perfect features terrifyingly blank. Her gaze flicked to the rod in her hand, and she smiled, cold and dangerous.

"I see you have my scepter. So, is the Summer Court finally admitting their mistake?"

" Well...no, because summer didn't take it, but I will return it to you. "

She rolls her eyes. "Iron fey stole it, not summer."

And Oberon was there, sweeping through the crowd on a golden-bay stallion, flanked by a squad of elven knights. His faery mail glittered emerald and gold, bright links woven around protrusions of bark and bone, and an antlered helm rose above his head. "I told you before, Queen Mab," he said, speaking to Mab but still glaring at the girls, "I knew nothing of this, nor did I send my people to steal the scepter from you. You have started a war with us over a false pretense."

"So you say." Mab gave the girls a predatory smile. "But, it seems the Summer Court is still at fault, Erlking. You might have known nothing of the scepter, but your daughters admit their guilt by trying to return what is mine, hoping perhaps, that I will be merciful. Is that not correct?"