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The first day of Spring had come and gone. The prince had left to the Seelie lands, but only for battle preparations. He was back with the full moon. Phouka had remained behind to see after Winter and Fin, though for them the days were much the same. In truth, Phouka was a bit bored. He longed for court intrigues and gossip. As a guard he'd never been a part of things, always on the outside, but he'd heard and he'd seen. Now he got his entertainment from the telly. He found it to be so contrived. It lacked fire. Passion.

And so with the prince back he had been given leave for the day. He immediately set out to find intrigues. He wandered the park, found a market, sat outside in the chilly air to sip a coffee and watch. Watch and see. Everywhere he looked he saw people with lovers, with friends. He didn't know their lives so some of the drama was lost. But at the cafe he found hope. On one side of him sat two women chatting incessantly about the one's disasterous love life. The friend concurred with the righteous anger over many, many men. On the other side sat a couple who, at first, were the picture of romance. But then he checked a text and the woman...well, she became a bit mad. Angry, yes, but Phouka thought she was absolutely nutters as she questioned him on who he was talking to, grilling him with such jealous fury the Phouka kept waiting for the man to leave. Watching them he saw what others might not see. The man was positively eating up her jealous outburst. It stroked his ego, clearly.

"Hmm." Just that. One small sound. And he sipped his coffee.

[Find him at the cafe or in the park, market, or on the street, wherever works best!]

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Phouka was afraid that as a servant of the prince the responsibility of caring for a baby would fall on him. A task he would not like.

"You must make a potion, then. One to make him infertile."

Winter looked shocked- Then nervous. "I don't think Fae Willy would approve," he said nervously.

Winter didn't like the idea of babies- But he liked the idea of Willy's anger even less. ...And as annoying as the zombie could be, Winter wasn't sure he had it in him to trick the former mortal now. Not after how kind he had been after the night his memory had been stolen.

"But, Winter," Phouka whined. "I do not want to care for a baby."

He had seen them, always wet and screaming and crying in their prams.

"They leak. And they cry."

"And poo, don't forget the poo," Winter added, pulling a face. "No, there can be no babies."

He bit his bottom lip, thinking as hard as he was able. "Perhaps zombies can not have babies?" he suggested. "He is very dead, and dead things don't often bring life. ...Maybe we must simply make sure that isn't altered?"

"How do we keep him dead?" he asked, tilting his head in thought. "...Poison?"

"Oh, we would get in such trouble, Phouka," Winter gasped. "Besides, I don't think you can poison a zombie."

"We would be in terrible trouble," he agreed. "But...if we are close to the wizard village, one may know of something..."

He didn't wish to take Winter amongst the wizards, nor did he particularly want to go. But in the moment it seemed a sensible suggestion.

Winter made a very small sound, barely even a whimper, then shifted from foot to foot.

"I don't think we should, Phouka. I really don't."

The pixie was pale now, paler than usual. He was a troublemaker, yes, but he wasn't cruel by nature- And something about this felt very unkind.

Phouka looked at him and saw the colour leave him and immediately put his arm around him.

"All right," he said. "They have not married yet. Perhaps we do not need to worry about a baby yet?" he added.

Winter nodded, leaning into Phouka and feeling a little of his colour return. A moment later and he was shrinking down to his true size, freeing his wings by allowing them to cut right through the back of his shirt in two neat lines.

It felt odd to be home in any form but his own, and he fluttered around the Phouka with a happy chirp.

The Phouka laughed warmly to see Winter as he truly was and reached out to poke him with one finger.

"Come, my friend. We should find the Crystal Caves before more time passes."

Winter nodded, taking off and leading the way with a little flutter of pixie dust.

Weaving back and forth and tinkling happily. The cave wasn't too far, but it was far enough that it was getting just a little dark out by the time they reached it. Winter glowed softly near the entrance, humming and looking just a tiny bit nervous.

He was all too aware of the time, as well as knowing that time moved differently in the Fae lands.

"Come, come, we must hurry," he said, beckoning Winter and heading into the dark and shimmering cave without fear.

Winter fluttered after him, peeping happily as he fluttered off ahead zooming around and then landing beside a lovely looking gem and attempting to pull it out of the rock it was wedged into. Though, of course, it didn't budge.

"Oh! Phouka!" Winter peeped. "This one, we should take this one."

Phouka stepped up and tried to pull it, too. It seemed that it got easier and easier to see, and then Phouka turned to the sound of beating wings in the cave.

"You are tresspassers," hissed a luminously pale elf with black eyes and a pixie's wings, diamond tipped- just like Winter's. "Thieves!"

Phouka stepped forward and held his hands out.

"We will not steal," he said. "Let us bargain, guardian of the cave..."

Winter fluttered over to the elf, flying around her had, then landing nearby.

"We need it. It is for the lover of our Prince," the pixie peeped.

"The lover of the Prince?" she repeated, looking at the pair. "What tie does a pixie and a phouka have to the Prince?" she asked then.

"I am his humble servant," Phouka replied. She quit fluttering and landed before him. She was nude and neutral, smooth and pale all over. She got very close to the Phouka and studied him with her dark gaze. And she sniffed.

"You do not lie," she decided. "You may take one gem, but only one. And in return you will give me something."

Phouka looked to Winter and then to her.

"What do you wish?" he asked, fearful.

"A song," she said. "A new one to my ears."

"We can sing, can't we Phouka," Winter said, fluttering back over to the other creature. "We can sing something new to her. Surely."

"I do not know all the songs you and the prince do," the Phouka replied hesitantly. "And my voice is not as pleasant. You sing, Winter. Sing her a mortal song. She will not have heard one of those."

The elf watched them both closely, waiting for her payment.

Winter nodded a little, fluttering around the elf and considering which song to sing her.

It took him a moment to decide, but eventually the pixie began to sing, a soft song from the radio that echoed off the cave walls as he fluttered around her head, getting close so he could sing right in her ears as he danced happily in the air.

When it was over, he landed gently near the gem and beamed brightly.

"Can we take it now?" he asked.

She smiled, clearly pleased, and she moved to pluck the gem from the stone as if it hadn't been stuck at all.

"Sing it for me one more time so I may remember," she asked softly, this time a gentle request rather than a demand.

Winter was happy to sing some more, and he sang her the song once again, then another and another, forgetting about the time and their need to return home.

She was so luminous, brightening the cave with her own natural light, that the Phouka did not notice how dark it was outside until he looked away from the pair as she'd begun to sing along with Winter. He could see then it was pitch black outside.

"Winter! We must go before the prince discovers us gone," he said with urgency enough to startle them both.

"Oh, but Phouka, this is such fun," Winter chirped. He had landed on the elf's shoulder and was dancing there, and he pouted a bit as he took off and fluttered over to the Phouka.

"Take your gem to the Prince to present to his lover. The song is payment enough. Your debt is settled," she said, then faded and slunk back into the dark of the cave.

Phouka did not wait. He motioned to Winter to follow and he headed out of the cave, seeing stars and the moon above, all fat and full.

"How can we get home quickly from here?" he asked with urgency. "There are no mirrors..."

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