She was so tempted to say something snarky but refrained and simply nodded.

She hops onto his back, and holds out a hand to Ash. ,, Youre sitting behind me. Youre gonna show us where Lise and Puck are. ,,

Smart move on her part.

She sniffed in disdain. "Believe what you will, I have no desire to see my last son dead. If Ash insists on following you into the Iron Realm again, he will need something that will protect him from the poison of that place. My smiths have been working on a charm that could possibly shield the bearer from the Iron glamour. They tell me it is almost ready."



"I don't have to sit on the back of a kelpie to do so."

,, Too bad. Get on. ,,

" and how do you know it actually works? "

Ash folded his arms across his chest. "No."


Mab smiled, cold and brittle, and turned to the watching fey. "Leave," she hissed. "All of you, except the girl and her protectors, get out."

The Winter faeries straightened immediately and left, exiting the clearing without a backward glance. The Summer knights looked questioningly at Oberon's rep, who dismissed them with a curt nod. Reluctantly, they drew back, bowed to their king, and followed the Winter fey out of the tent, leaving them alone with the rulers of Faery.

,, Ares, grab. ,, Its another command shes teaching Ares. Its fairly simple- he just (carefully) picks up the person shes pointing to. Which in this case is Ash.

Welp. Either shes going to kill her or tell her about her...iron prevention thingy.

Oberon's rep gave Mab a level stare. "Hiding things from the Summer Court, Lady Mab?"

"Do not take that tone with me." Mab narrowed her eyes at him. "You would do the same, as well. I look out for my own, no others." She raised her hands and clapped once. "Heinzelmann, bring in the abomination."

The grass rustled as three small men with lizardlike features melted from the shadows and padded up to the table. Smaller than dwarves, they barely came up to Lise's knee, but they werent gnomes or brownies or goblins.

The kobolds carried a cage between them, made of inter-locking branches that glowed with Summer glamour, trapping whatever was inside. Peering out at them, hissing and snarling and shaking the bars of its cage, was a gremlin. Gremlins were Iron faeries, but so chaotic and wild, not even the other Iron fey wanted them around. They lived in machines and computers and would often congregate in huge swarms, usually where they could do the most damage. They were spindly, ugly little creatures, sort of a cross between a naked monkey and a wingless bat, with long arms, flared-out ears, and razor-sharp teeth that glowed neon-blue when they smiled.




Ares snorted, resisting. He didn't exactly want to do that, even more so when Ash unsheathed his sword.

Even she could tell what it was. " A...gremlin? "