she looked away from Puck.

"No, that's not. We sing for many things, and not all of them have a magic purpose." He glares at it. "Besides, I don't even know the hunters' song."

"You know, I think I will get out of here," he drawled. "Its gotten crowded of late, and I was just thinking I needed a vacation." Glancing at Ash, he smirked and shook his head. "Not enough room in this cabin for both of us, ice-boy. You ever want that duel, you can find me in the woods. And if either one of you comes up with an actual plan, do me a favor and leave me out of it. Im outta here."

With a last sneer, Puck walked across the room and out the door without looking back.



"Like what?" It demanded

Lise doesn't say a word and she doesn't watch him go either.

,, Traditions. Holidays, milestones, anniversaries, and sometimes just for fun. ,, He retorts. ,, Its just as common as any other art form. ,,

(The tension tho xD)
Her dads frantic banging on the piano keys had calmed somewhat.

Ash appeared beside her, close but not quite touching. "The master bedroom is down the hall," he said quietly. "I think your father will be comfortable there, if you can get him to follow you."



It was stunned into silence

(so chilly even Ash cant stand it)

she nodded and walked towards her father.

,, Today is Elssecarrem. ,, He explains coldly. ,, Its a day to respect the fallen. You are taking offense to me singing to my dead wife and daughter, so Im sorry if Im a bit angered by that. ,,

(I mean...you're not wrong)

Her dad was just sitting at the piano.


Everyone was silent.

she stood next to him. " ...Dad? " It felt a bit weird, since this is her first time saying the word towards someone.