Now, Puck is rather fond of the bar, after a fashion-- even if he is significantly more fond of Mercer.
However, there is more than that to consider.
It's Midsummer. That's his time. His. He does not particularly appreciate the Dark attempting to spoil it for him.
It should come as a surprise to no one, therefore, that a strange, cold mist begins to coalesce at the outskirts of the forest. It creeps forward, thickening as it goes, and rather quickly intercepts the vortex of the Dark on its path to the bar.
There is a peculiar quality to this fog: It's a kind of muddling that is more than just the air, more than the cold. It is what could be called magic-- but could just as easily be classified as cheating.
Puck grins at Nita Callahan.
"You've my thanks for your protection."
Then he's gone. A bright, bewitching light bobs in his place--
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Date: 2006-06-16 03:40 am (UTC)However, there is more than that to consider.
It's Midsummer. That's his time. His. He does not particularly appreciate the Dark attempting to spoil it for him.
It should come as a surprise to no one, therefore, that a strange, cold mist begins to coalesce at the outskirts of the forest. It creeps forward, thickening as it goes, and rather quickly intercepts the vortex of the Dark on its path to the bar.
There is a peculiar quality to this fog: It's a kind of muddling that is more than just the air, more than the cold. It is what could be called magic-- but could just as easily be classified as cheating.
Puck grins at Nita Callahan.
"You've my thanks for your protection."
Then he's gone. A bright, bewitching light bobs in his place--
And zips into the fog.