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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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[wyndenkellskies]

Sky smiles a tiny bit, looking at the note.

One of the fae, most likely. That would be interesting.

[mad_leprechaun]

"They always forget the fucken leprechauns," Sweeney grumbles after reading the note.

[sugarspunthing]

"Oh my god. I said 'are a few' alright? Jesus, I'm not naming every single weird looking creature on the planet, okay?" Mab huffs and quickly zips away in a flurry, flying to some other location.

[mad_leprechaun]

He shook his fist in her wake.

"Hey, who're you calling weird looking, you tiny... terror? Gah."

[sweet_madman]

He reads the note, grinning hugely. Merc is a big fan of fairies.

"Not Queen Mab, the fairies' midwife?"

[sugarspunthing]

Mab's smile spread so wide across her jaracaranda-coloured lips that her tiny incisors are almost visible.

"Yes. Queen Mab. -- although," she begins, her grin faltering a bit, "I don't know where you're getting this 'midwife' nonsense from... I promise. I've never done anything of the sort. Ever. But queen, yes. You can call me Queen Mab."

[sweet_madman]

"No? But you are she who comes, in shape no bigger than an agate-stone on the fore-finger of an alderman, drawn with a team of little atomies, athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs, the cover of the wings of grasshoppers, the traces of the smallest spider's web, the collars of the moonshine's watery beams, her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat, not so big as a round little worm prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid?"

[sugarspunthing]

Mab blinks at him, silent for a few heartbeats before speaking. "Um. Yes. I am very tiny and I do thwart people on the nose, but I'm not sure where you're getting your information about a cricket-bone whip? Or grasshoppers? Ick. Why would I need to catch a ride on anything if I can fly? -- okay, once I caught a ride on a parrot, but I was flying from New York to California. Okay? I can't fly that far! --... you're still going to call me Queen, right?"

[sugarsyrup]

Deliverance pauses, reading, and then smiles.

"Hello," she says, speaking to the air. She hasn't seen Mab, but is certainly not likely to doubt her presence. "I haven't seen any others here yet, but you're certainly welcome."

[singulartragedy]

Adrian is (remarkably enough) sober at the moment, but he's had years of opium-fuelled visions, not to mention a (slightly obsessive) fascination with poetry and old stories to feed his imagination -- and so, while he'd be mortified admitting to it, having been raised to be a good English protestant with no trace of superstition, chances are that at least a part of him believes in fairies and would love to meet one. So his expression is a little wistful while reading the note -- he misses seeing lovely things like tiny winged creatures in the smoke.