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[puckishly]

Puck has a scarf! A warm, fluffy scarf, made with love.

(Or so he assumes. You never can tell, with Havelock.)

Contrary to the impression that may be given by the icon, the scarf is varying shades of green, not varying shades of gray, and when Puck wears it he really does not look any more manic than usual.

In fact, right now he looks downright

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[winterladym]

Another fae has made the bar her residence. She had felt she was the only one, with how naive all these humans are.

And then she finds her gaze falling on Puck, and a smile crosses her already gay features. Another fae. Simply mahr-val-ous.

"Good evening."

[winterladym]

"We are the season."

She smiles.

"If summer or winter were to ever beat the other, that season would rule. We strive to not let that happen."

[puckishly]

"Really?"

Now Puck is interested.

"And who might represent the summer, in your land?"

[winterladym]

"Why, Queen Titania of course."

Who else would fight Mab?

[puckishly]

Puck blinks.

Is this like the Feminist Revisionist version of Faerie, or what?

"The summer always was held dearest to her heart."

[winterladym]

You know, you might think so, but.... they never actually mention any Kings in this canon.

"You had one as well?"

[puckishly]

"A Fairy Queen?"

He laughs.

"And hardly should have got on without one, I expect."

[winterladym]

"a Titania."

Damned be them all.

[puckishly]

"Yes," Puck agrees placidly. "That is quite what I meant."

[winterladym]

Maeve smiles once more.

"The fabled Puck, trickster of the fae courts. You have quite the legend about you."

[puckishly]

"Do I?"

He appears tolerantly amused by this.

"And how does it run?"

[winterladym]

"Oh, there's so many."

She leans a hand on her chin.

"How you tricked a mortal into writing plays starring yourself. How you stole this item, or tricked that famous mortal. It seems you have been everywhere, and done everything."

[puckishly]

Puck laughs.

Not all of that is true, but this lady certainly need not know it.

"Well. I do travel very quickly," he says. "'Tis a help."

[winterladym]

"So I gather."

She raises an eyebrow.

"And yet you end up here."

[puckishly]

"And yet?"

His eyebrows arch.

"I choose to be here, lady."

The emphasis on choose is very slight.

[winterladym]

"Really?"

Here her eyebrows raise in astonishment.

"How?"