She turned to him. " Yes. "

,, Yes. It is. So let us leave. ,, Isiea interjects.

He sighed. "Very well, Cait Sith. What would you have of me?"

Grimalkin lowered his eyelids. It was easy to see that the cat was purring. "A small favor, great lord," he rumbled, "to be called in at a later time."

"Granted." The Erlking nodded, and yet he seemed to grow bigger in his chair. His shadow loomed over the cat, who blinked and flattened his ears. Thunder growled overhead, the light in the forest dimmed, and a cold wind rattled the branches in the trees, showering everyone with petals. The rest of the court shrank away; some vanished from sight completely. In the sudden darkness, Oberon's eyes glowed amber. "But be warned, feline," he boomed, his voice making the ground quiver. "I am not to be trifled with. Do not think to make a fool out of me, for I can grant your request in insurmountably unpleasant ways."

"Of course, great Erlking," Grimalkin soothed, his fur whipping about in the gale. "I am always your servant."

"I would be foolish indeed to trust the flattering words of a cait sith." Oberon leaned back, his face an expressionless mask once more. The wind died down, the sun returned, and things were normal again. "You have your favor. Now go."

Grimalkin bowed his head, turned, and trotted back to the girls, bottlebrush tail held high.

Lise sighed in annoyance, then went back to following the Satyr.

,, Thanks. ,, She mutters to Grimalkin, before sneezing twice. She shouts Oberon another glare. ,, Egotistical [beep]hole... ,, She grumbles.

Grimalkin didn't so much as pause. Tail up, he passed them without comment, slipped into the tunnel of trees, and vanished from sight.

The satyr touched Isiea's arm. "This way," she murmured, and led the girls away from the court. The eyes of the nobles and the hounds on their backs could be felt as they left the presence of the Erlking.

Lise laughed softly at Isieas comment, completely ignoring the gazes of the nobles or whatever.

,, Dont touch me. ,, She glares at the satyr, taking out her knife.

The satyr girl kind of deflated, leading the way across the clearing.

The satyr gave the girls a sympathetic glance. She was shorter than them by a foot, with large hazel eyes that matched her curly hair.

"It is not so bad," she said, leading them not through the tunnel, but to a far side of the clearing. The trees here were so thick the sunlight didn't permeate the branches, shadowing everything in emerald darkness. "You might enjoy it here. Your father does you a great honor."

Shes really angry right now. And unfortunately the satyr gets it taken out on her. Isiea suddenly slashes the satrys ear with her knife.