She flops onto the bed and falls asleep.

She giggles happily, smiling brightly as her wings twitch.

The next morning, the satyr that was with Lin last night was waiting for her to wake up.

Meanwhile, the courtyard was packed with fey, but the mood had changed into something dark. Music played, haunting and feral, and faeries danced, leaped and cavorted in wild abandon. Puck was still in his cage as a bird

(Is it ok if I introduce another character? He'd be a really weird sort of hybrid thing with a lazy and laid-back personality)


She stares at her.

(Oof why is he in a cage?)

She walks over to the satyrs, sitting down next to them and smiling brightly.

(Yeah, sure!)

"Come," the satyr said kindly, leading the way out of her room.

There's suddenly a scratching sound, that for a moment they can't locate. Then a few pebbles fall from the fireplace. It's probably not Santa that's coming down from the top.

(Because he transgressed against the king's orders about bringing Lin to the Fey realm)

They smiled back, looking nervously at each other. Did she want something? Faeries weren't usually nice unless they wanted something in return

(OOF)

She sticks out her hand, introducing herself. "Hi, I'm Claire!"

The satyr's wide brown eyes just became wider. "Um..."