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[sugarspunthing]

Tacked up in the mansion, somewhere on a wall, is a note written in a lightly shaky pink script, on a piece of off-white glittery stationery. The note reads:

There are many creatures in the world which are surprising to come across. Blood-suckers, were-things, winged chicks, people with fins are a few. Among you now is a very strange creature.

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[misselthrush]

*reads the note, and narrows her eyes* How curious. What is a Mab, I wonder?

[sugarspunthing]

Mab flies up to the girl in a whirlwind of pink stars and taps her twice on the nose with a very tiny finger.

"I'm a Mab! What are you, stupid?"

[misselthrush]

Mary is momentarily stunned by the appearance of this strange creature, but not so much that she cannot direct a sour look in Mab's direction and sputter out a "N-no!"

[sugarspunthing]

"Well that's good news," Mab says, making her way over to the girl's shoulder where she stops and does a very showy-offy pirouette. "So. What's your name? -- not that I really care or anything," she says, examining an immaculate fingernail to show her unconcern.

[misselthrush]

"I am Mary Lennox," says the girl, as primly as possible. "And you are not a Mab--you are a fairy."

[sugarspunthing]

Mab scrunches her face up in an angry manner. "Well, Mary Lennox," she says with a sniff, "how do you know that I am not a Mab? And did you know that fairy, pixie, pisky, sprite, nymph-- I hate being called all of those?" Mab crosses her arms and lets out a dry laugh, that sounds more like a bell tinkle, due to her nature. "Of course you didn't know that. You're obviously not as smart as you claim to be."

[misselthrush]

Miss Mary is quite affronted, needless to say. "I am smart. There is a difference between being not smart and simply not knowing things, and you ought to be smart enough to know that." She sobers a little, in order to further examine the creature on her shoulder, "I have heard of fairies, but I have never heard of Mabs. If that is what you are."

[sugarspunthing]

She frowns and sits down on Mary's shoulder. "Alright, I might fit under that category. But stop calling me that! It's a totally rude phrase. Me and all the other ones like me hate those names." Mab stands up, regaining her confidence. "I'm still just a girl. I may be a little -- um -- size challenged but otherwise I'm just like you, don'tcha think?"

[misselthrush]

"I suppose," concedes Mary. "I shan't call you a fairy if that is what you aren't. I know I would not wish to be called a fairy when I am a Mary." She points to the note tacked on the wall. "Are you really lost, as it says?"

[sugarspunthing]

Mab shrugs, satisfied with Mary's response. "I guess I'm lost. I don't know where I am. I know I'm not in Los Angeles anymore. And I'm not in Ireland either. So. Where am I?"

[misselthrush]

"It is a Mansion, and no one quite knows where it is, but my friend Dickon and his animals are here, too, and people who can do magic."

[sugarspunthing]

"I like mansions," Mab says, giggling with glee. "And I guess people here aren't that surprised by things like me? I mean, if you have magicians or wizards or whatnot." She shrugs and tilts her head in question.

[misselthrush]

Mary shrugs back. "Some would not be, I suppose. Things like you are only make-believe in England. But you are here, on my shoulder, and so I believe in you now."