She sighed and stopped, standing up.

Anyways, soon she arrives. As normal, she has to wait, because she has to ask permission for everything, and annoyingly enough, there isn't a way for Mab to just have it so that she's got permanent permission.

He hopped the stream and vanished into the woods without looking back.



Well, that means that someone has to go tell Mab that she's there and then they have to come back and relay the answer.

She doesn't go after him.

Yup. Which is a big pain to do, and makes Dealkeeper hate her curse even more than she already does.

Probably smart.


Right. A couple of minutes later, one of the servants said that Mab said that she could come in.

She just goes back to the cabin. With the broom of course.

Good. She comes in and heads to the main room.

Grimalkin lay on the railing in the sun.


Mab was there, smiling, although it wasn't one of the threatening smiles.

She smiles back, but it's not as cheery as normal. Strangely enough, her hair is down. Which is odd- she almost always has her hair up, and usually when she doesn't it's because she's asleep or was recently sleeping.