Right. But the waves of nausea didn't stop.


Not all of them, anyway.

She couldn't do anything to stop them either.

Exactly. Anyways, Isiea soon comes out of the room and goes back to Ares. She wants to explore a little.

Not that they were aware of, no.


He's just pretty content, standing there

That's fine. Anyways, Dealkeeper has to go visit Mab, because someone (totally NOT Isiea) nabbed her unseelie law book and she can't find it.

She would just deal with the nausea.

Calling the magic was easy; it came as naturally as breathing. She could feel it all around her, pulsing with life and energy. But when she tried to use it in any way, nausea hit.

One afternoon, Puck was sitting cross-legged on a flat rock by the stream, chin in his hands. Between them, a mop handle stood upright in the grass like a naked tree. Puck had "borrowed" it from the broom closet earlier that morning, and would probably incur the wrath of the brownies when they discovered one of their sacred tools missing.



Yeah. And while Mab already knows all the laws by heart, she still has fun proving people wrong. And then probably freezing them for breaking one of the laws.

Well, Dealkeeper is good at remembering laws. But specific wording can be very important. A single word could be the difference of whether or not she's able to help.

They could deal with that when the time came. But what exactly was she supposed to do with the mop?

She was supposed to make the stupid thing bloom with roses and such, but all she'd done was given herself a massive headache. Be it a dead tree, the side of a ship, a wooden crossbow, or a simple broom handle, Summer magic can make it come alive again, if only for a moment. This is your birthright. Concentrate. Puck had said that morning.



Right. Which can be a problem at times.