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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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From:

winter_wisp

"We will be his favourites for months," Winter peeped- before stopping in his tracks and gasping.

"Or we could get something even better. We could get a gem from the crystal caves! I bet not even Fae Willy has such a gem!"

From:

phouka

"Then we would be favourites for the whole year!" he replied. "Oh, yes. Do you think we can get there and back before he notices?" he asked then, a touch nervous to go anywhere without the prince's permission.

From:

winter_wisp

"Probably," Winter shrugged. "We're very clever after all."

From:

phouka

Phouka thought Winter was much more clever than he was and he trusted the pixie...and so he nodded.

"All right," he nodded. "We should go now, then. So we have as much time as possible."

From:

winter_wisp

Winter nodded, tugging the Phouka into the nearest clothing shop.

Mirrors were still the easiest way to travel, and the pixie made his way to the back of the shop, where the changing rooms and large mirrors were. The pixie giggled a little, then waited until they were definitely alone before hopping through the mirror with little regard as to where he might come out on the other side.

From:

phouka

Phouka followed after quickly, not even casting a glance back before stepping through. Mirrors could be so tricky. They could come out almost anywhere, so Phouka was on his guard in case they stepped out somewhere dangerous- like the Queen of Air and Darkness's palace...

From:

winter_wisp

Winter didn't know his way very well, and when he found himself in the middle of a dark and thick forest, he made a nervous little peep.

"Which way, Phouka? Which way?" he whispered.

From:

phouka

Phouka looked around and took it all in. It was nowhere he had been and when he looked up he could not see the sun, nor any shadow to tell him which way to go. But there was a path trodden in the undergrowth not far from him. He took to hope and smiled at Winter.

"This way," he said, choosing to go right on the path rather than left as it crossed before them.

From:

winter_wisp

Nodding, Winter wandered along at Phouka's side, holding his hand and keeping near.

"It smells as if we're near the wizard village," he murmured softly.

From:

phouka

"We may be," Phouka agreed. "If we come out somewhere familiar do you think you can get us to the Crystal Caves from there?" he asked.

From:

winter_wisp

"Yes," Winter nodded, "Aspid took me a few times, he liked the company."

From:

phouka

"But now he is not here and I am," Phouka said warmly. "And we shall find the best, brightest gem for Fin...and maybe some for ourselves as well."

From:

winter_wisp

"What would you do with your gem, Phouka?" Winter asked curiously. "Would you wear it, or would you stash it away and keep it safe always?"

From:

phouka

"I would set it into a ring and wear it every day," he said with a bright smile. "We could find matching gems and wear them as mortals do!"

From:

winter_wisp

"Mortals wear matching gems?" Winter asked. He knew of necklaces with words that matched or went together, and bracelets of friendship, but he knew nothing of matching gems.

From:

phouka

"Yes. Diamond rings," Phouka said, unaware of the actual significance. And then he squeezed Winter's hand gently. "Lovers wear them."

From:

winter_wisp

Winter looked puzzled a moment longer, then suddenly giggled. "Oh, Phouka! No, those are wedding rings. It's for when they marry one another," the pixie explained, pleased to know something the other did not.

"I see it all the time on telly. The man pulls out a ring, and the woman cries a lot- But happy crying, I think. And then they have babies. That's what will happen if the prince marries the mortal you know, one of them will cry, and then suddenly babies. Babies all over. Smelly, and crying, and shrieking..." Winter shuddered a little at the thought. Zombie babies were probably the worst.

From:

phouka

Phouka reached up and scratched his scalp as he thought.

"Do you think so? The prince will not carry a child. And Fin is so frail. What sort of baby could they make? A fae and a...he's not a mortal, you know. I don't know what he is."

From:

winter_wisp

"I keep telling all of you, he's a zombie!" Winter huffed. "They would have weird zombie babies. Bearded zombie babies. They will be small and bitey, and need all the attention."

Which, most likely, was Winter's biggest objection to the whole idea. Attention wasn't something the pixie liked to share.

From:

phouka

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."

From:

winter_wisp

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.

From:

phouka

"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."

From:

winter_wisp

"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?"