Exton

Muscles stretch, joints pop, and Ob shakes out his long hair. The jewel tones of his hair shimmer in the overcast sunlight of late afternoon. He can hear Pandora heading downstairs. His mind fantasizes over what her hair now looks like. Then it dawns on him that Pandora was rushing and wonders why she seems so upset.

There are still demifae hiding in a few of the herb pots. One darts before Ob and looks him up and down. It touches its own jeweled locks, then holds out its hands to compare its skin tone to Ob's. Its black eyes sparkle and it flits closer. Ob notes that it is wearing sarouelles and tunic. The sword on its hip brings a smile, the curve of the blade similar to a scimitar. It bows to Ob in midair and zips back to its mates. In moments it returns.

"Rachal granted a wish to your women, cooza. It didn't turn out as well as she hoped."

It takes Ob a moment to realize that Silk is sitting among the shadows, and that it was she, not the fae before him, that had spoken. He slips into the burnoose that hangs just inside Pandora's balcony doors and joins her. The fae alights on the table between them. Its curiousity keeping it close.

"Do you have a name, amigo?"

The fae looks startled. It bobs its head and bows again. The voice is musical and heavily accented. "I am called Miko. You are Fae? You are Gargoyle... but are you Fae? You do not shine like us, but your color..?"

"I am desert born. Roma, Daemon, gargoyle... I don't know why our colors match. Cooza? Any ideas?"

Silk shakes her head. "Perhaps we all have such compliments? Who knows. You are welcome to join us Miko. I heard Monty hashing out a contract between Pandora and Rachal. Miko and his brothers were requested to watch the balcony after last night's attempt to arrest you. Cooza, they WILL attempt again."

Miko paces the table. "So. We have trouble to breeding pairs." The fae grins "Double Trouble." Miko paces closer to Ob, stopping short when he sees the scar on his chest. The almond eyes widen. Ob sits still as the little man fans his wings, lifting to hover closer. His fingertips trace the scar. There is a flash, a jolt, and Ob barely catches Miko. The fae grins up at Ob, glassy eyed. His voice is little more than a sigh.

"I love my job..."

The fae stands rather unsteadily then zips into the air in a shower of sparks. It darts to the herbs and disappears among the leaves. In moments it is back, followed by its two brothers. "For such a gift of energy, your children will be blessed with a gifted voice, a lilting laugh, and their mother's beauty."

They scatter to the herbs at the sound of the room door opening, and Pandora's voice.