" Ugh. You know its not true, right? "

Right. Well Oberon expected her to be back...eventually.

She comes back with Ares and her satchel after a couple hours.

(presumably nothing important happens while she's getting it)

"Those are the rumors, darling." Leanansidhe sat back and puffed out a swarm of butterflies. They flittered around Lise, smelling of smoke and cloves, before writhing into nothingness. "So, you can see why I would be concerned, pet. I wanted to see the truth for myself."

" Well I can't do anything about the rumors. "

She nodded slowly. "Like it or not, dove, youve become a major player in this war. Youre balanced on the edge of everything--faery and mortal, Summer and Iron, the old ways and the march of progress. Which way will you fall? Which side will you choose? Youll forgive me if Im not a little concerned with your affairs and state of mind, darling. What are your plans, exactly, for the future?"

" I don't know. I didn't expect any of this to happen. I just want to stay out of it, but I guess thats not an option anymore. "

(Sorry!)

Well, Oberon hardly acknowledged her return.


For starters....maybe she could get her father back?

She could. She will. "..I think im going to get my father back. "

Silence fell. Leanansidhe stared at Lise, her cigarette flute halfway to her mouth, trailing blue smoke. Grimalkin had disappeared, and Puck was frozen on the edge of the couch.


For a few heartbeats, nobody moved.