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She laughed a little, standing up and offering him the feed. “Radish needs a subtler approach. Come over here.”
He considered this before gesturing to the door vaguely. “Your friend. Puck. When was the last time he slept?”
She shrugged a little, grabbing a handful of the chicken feed and kneeling. Radish eyed him suspiciously, but came up to Juniper, pecking the food...
“Because I’m intrigued,” he replied, shrugging a little. “Here’s how this is going to work, Calliope. You’re going to answer a question, and then...
Well, you did eat her eggs this morning,” she amended, offering him the food. “I’d imagine that would make anyone cross...”
Puck left and the faerie looked up at her, one eyebrow raised critically.
The chicken made a menacing little cluck, scratching at the hay. Juniper set down the food. “Radish doesn’t like anyone,” she told him gently....
“Okay. I’ll be out here. Leave if you need to.”
The animals were a little skittish, but as the hours had passed, he would find that they were all gentle and sweet, with the exception of one hen...
He sighed, considering her before nodding. “Okay. If you’re sure.”
She left the barn, closing the door gently behind her.
He laughed a little but shook his head. “If you panic, you leave the room. I’ll be waiting outside.”
She shrugged a little, heading for the door. “I’ll be back in a little with your dinner.”
He sighed, looking down at the faerie before taking her hand, pulling her away. “Are you sure about this?” he asked quietly. He had dark circles...
“You’re right,” she agreed. “I don’t. But I know what you’ve done and I know what you’re going to do, and, if I’m honest with you, I didn’t see...
“He’s just messing with us, Cal,” he replied sharply. “He’s not going to tell us anything.”
She was quiet for a moment, considering this. “I can care about both,” she said after a moment. “Sometimes people say that true altruism doesn’t...
“She’s right, you know,” the faerie said, speaking up from the floor. “Shut up,” Puck growled at him, uncharacteristically harsh. “She’s not...
She sighed, shaking her head. “Or you can remain the same as you’ve always been,” she replied. “You can remain constant and be overthrown once...
He tilted his head, saying nothing, but his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. “I will only talk to her,” he said after a moment, looking up at Puck....
