"Through the forest have I gone.
But Athenian found I none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love.
Night and silence.--Who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear:
This is he, my master said,
Despised the Athenian maid;
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul! she durst not lie
Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe.
When thou wakest, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid:
So awake when I am gone;
For I must now to Oberon."
Puck- A Midsummer Night's Dream. Act 2, Scene 2. By W. Shakespear.
-The Demonling appeared within the room of Durken's hidden chambers. He remained silently watching, though he knew she would sense his presence. It worked that way with them. Bronwyn sat on the floor, upon the same rug she and the babe had rested. A smile the imp had never seen before graced the woman's lips. He knew her nature. He had seen the battles she'd engaged in. Watched her lead several armies over the years. Never had he seen this look upon her features. It fasinated him.
The scroll clutched gently in his clawed hand, he observed. Bronwyn looked up, and tilted her head slightly.- "I know your here pest.. come forward and speak.." -He popped in beside her. Cackling softly and rocking on his clawed feet. Handing her the scroll.- "He wants your presence Mistress.."
-She chuckled faintly, and perked a brow.- "You read the scroll Darklit?" -he shuffled his feet and nodded like a scolded child might have done.- "Yes Mistress.." -She chuckled again.- "It's alright my little pest.. I'll be ready within the hour.." -He beamed and went scrounging for little tidbits of things she kept for him there. He was in pure delight, when he came upon the tin of sweetmeats. They were his favorites. She always seemed to know just how to sait the demonling.-
-She stood, and said her morning prayers. Even she held some hopes that whoever listened, would listen well. The book lay upon the rug, where she had been studying. A few pouches of things she had gathered nearby. It was time to aqquire the last spell she had been seeking. That was what the scroll was for. The Magi had agreed to meet with her. Yet she wasn't so foolish as to go unprotected. The Magi, in her humble opinion wasn't all there. Much like the company he chose to keep. The pixie's and fae ran wild in his land.
In a matter of an hour, just as promised, she found Darklit, happily stuffed with sweetmeats, upon the table. Scooping him up, she placed him on her shoulder, and both disapeared from the place.-
"You suuuure you wanna do this?" -Darklit whined.- "It's not a matter of want anymore, Darklit.." -She responded to her companion. Smiling a knowing smile.- "It's a matter of need.." -The voices faded, along with them..-