The Erlking waved dismissal. "I will have someone show you your quarters soon," he murmured. "Now, go. Robin Goodfellow," he said, making Puck wince, "you will remain here."

"Dang," Puck muttered. "That was quick. One minute back in the Nevernever and hes already pulling my strings. You guys go ahead," he said, waving them off. "Ill meet you as soon as I can." Rolling his eyes, Puck sauntered back toward Oberon.

She shrugs, walking off.

Summer fey parted for them, scurrying out of sight.

She glances back at Ash.

He offered a tiny smile

She continues on to Mabs tent.

She encountered no resistance, even among the many goblins, redcaps, and boggarts wandering the rows. The Unseelie gave them a wide berth, staring at Ash with a mixture of fascination, fear, and contempt--the wayward prince whod turned his back on them all to be with the summer fey. They never went further than to glare at Claire stonily, or shoot her a suggestive grin. Just beyond the camp, the entrance to the Iron Realm loomed, metallic trees and twisted steel branches glinting in the dim light.

"Well, look whos back."

She looks towards the voice, silent.