Careful, he might bite. *The whisper comes close to his ear, her breath honey sweet with just a touch of Dovian's poison still mingled in* He is a little crazy y'know. *From the shadows came a familiar face. Dark stepped up behind Twist and reached down to ruffle the fae's hair, but he found himsel...

*The brightly colored fae had dove into the fray with both feet once the effects of her previous iron prison wore off. She had tussled with Blueberry, argued with Bel, giggled with Willow, dared to kiss Dovian on the cheek, and even flicked Thistle's ear once, or maybe twice. Now she lay, nearly as...