Exton

There is a sudden high pitched whistle from above. All eyes turn to the rafters and a small figure darts toward the table. The voices are pitched at a painful decimal and Shifters cover their ears. Ob bows his head in pain, covering his own.

"ENOUGH!"

There is force and magic behind Keon's voice. The keening noise stops, to the relief of all. The second winged fae drops to a knee before Keon.

"WHAT, perchance, is the problem?"

Keon presses his fingertips together, tapping them against his lips. The fae looks up and begins to babble away, stuttering and making no sense. keon stares until the voice runs down, ending on "ummm.. not exactly wrong, Sir."

Laying his hand on the table, palm up, Keon waits until the fae tentatively steps onto his hands. Its wings buzz, helping it keep balance as Keon lifts him up to eye level. It makes an effort to stand at attention, fighting an obvious urge to flee.

"Out with it."

Realizing that it wasn't about to get swatted, the fae glances at the other and swallows hard. "Sorry I am, Sir. I dinna mean to interrupt... but we be worried about not enow plants, and here there is this amazing jungle on a balcony. It's nae inna doors, so we won't be intrudin, Sir... leastwise I'm hopin, an..." Keon cuts him off.

"The owner of said amazing jungle has asked if your troop would be able to reside there until the other plants arrive. She who created that Haven is the human with short black hair."

The fae turns, looking at Pandora. It bobs a bow and lifts from Keon's hand to land in front of Pandora and Ob. It's head cocks one way then the other, long cornsilk hair drifting across its back.

"On behalf of the celts and norns, I thank you." It bows and flits to Pandora's belly. Laying its hands on her it murrmurrs. "Gifted child, already knows momma and dada. Oh!" Its eyes flicker between Ob and Pandora. "Stupid Gargoyle... don't fret so. She will sleep through the day, be up at night, at least in the early part of her infancy." it grins up at Pandora. "Gifted to you. Baby girl will be healthy, happy, and dada will NOT get out of helping."

With that it spun away and soared up the stairs, the high pitched chatter fading as it headed for Pandora's balcony.

"Alise, let me apologize for Truan's swat." Keon levels a dark look at the remaining fae. "The wings are delicate, and part of their magic. His are different, almost nonexistent, except the ragged black stripe down the center of each wing."

The little man flexed his wings, displaying them for Alise from a safe distance. He rested his fists on his hips, looking up at her.

"You and I, we'll get along great kid, if you ain't tryin to pluck the glory... got it? An don you worry... I plan on stayin here unless Red catches sight of me. Speakin of which.... Yo Dark lord... troops situated, I'm lookin at a findin a perch, you cool wi dat?"

At Keon's nod, he lifts and heads for a corner near the bar. As he passes Stoney he pauses. "Man, you got one ballsy woman. She's okay for a chick. make a hell of a momma. Nobody gonna mess wi your double shot, not with her close." He looks longingly at the bar. "Speaking of double shots... wonder if they got Fae mead..." With a buzz he soars off, Stoney trying hard not to swat at the noise.