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woodelf68 · 2 years

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To Drive The Dark Away

Summary: Every year at Yule, a special dance is performed to drive away the dark. Asgard's princes are growing up, and take their places in it for the first time. A pre-canon Thor fic, rated T. Also on AO3 CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER ONE:

Odin entered his and Frigga's bedchamber and saw his wife seated at her dressing table, her lady's maid standing behind her and unclasping the necklace that Frigga had been wearing today.

"Ah, you got away from work early," said Frigga approvingly, taking out her earring and laying it in her jewelry box beside its mate. "i am glad."

"It's Yule Eve, not a night to be working late. Fulla, you may retire for the night -- if my wife has no objection." Odin glanced from the lady's maid to his wife with a questioning look.

Frigga felt her lips tug upward. "If my husband wishes to attend me himself tonight, I have no objection at all." She stood up from her dressing table, free from all jewelry save her wedding ring, and nodded at Fulla. "You may go. Sleep well, tomorrow shall be a busy one."

"Yes, my queen." Fulla carefully laid the necklace she was holding into its spot in the jewelry box and curtseyed. "Thank you." She glanced at Odin and the corners of her mouth lifted upwards in a conspiratorial, shared smile. "Enjoy your night." She dipped her head to Odin. "Your majesty." She backed up a few steps before turning with a rustle of skirts and leaving their quarters, quietly closing the door behind her.

"Why do I always feel she's insinuating something?" Odin asked as he removed his cloak and laid it neatly on a nearby padded bench.

"Because she knows I adore you." Frigga wrapped her arms around his neck when he turned to face her. They were nearly of a height and she took advantage of the fact that it was very easy to simply lean forward and kiss him.

"You're in a good mood tonight," observed Odin warmly when they had parted, his hands settling at her hips.

"Why should I not be? Tomorrow is Yule and all is in readiness -- only the kitchens await the spoils of the Hunt."

"We shall bring back enough game to keep us feasting for days," promised Odin.

"And," Frigga continued, stressing the word, "My very handsome husband has offered me his services for the night." She beamed at him, her shoes already discarded and her feet feeling warm and cozy in her fleece-lined slippers.

"Has he?" Odin inquired, fighting back a smile. "And what might those services be?"

"Well, since you dismissed Fulla, you will of course have to assume her duties. You may start by helping me out of my gown." She smiled brilliantly at him, having been more than happy to let Fulla retire for the night and have her husband undress her instead.

He was losing the battle with his smile. "I can do that." He made a twirling gesture in the air with his finger. "Turn."

Frigga turned her back to him, her skirts swirling around her, and he moved her long, heavy braid over her shoulder, already looking forward to unplaiting it and combing his fingers through the honey gold waves until they hung loose and free, and then brush them until they shone and rippled like silk and Frigga's face had smoothed out into utter relaxation, her eyes half-lidded and sleepy. He hummed contentedly as he found the first of the tiny hooks hidden by the seam on the back of her gown and began loosing them one by one with practiced motions. "And after that?"

"You may draw me a bath. And perhaps assist with washing my back?"

"Gladly. What else?" He reached the last of the hooks and spread the upper part of her gown apart, leaning forward to kiss the top of her shoulder, feeling the warmth of her skin through the soft linen of her shift.

Frigga hummed with pleasure and tilted her head to the side in invitation, feeling his lips move up her bare neck. "If you are willing, I will put myself in your capable hands to do with as you please." She pulled her arms free of the sleeves of the gown and let the bodice fall away from her body, letting it and the rest of the gown fall to the ground and pool at her feet, leaving her clad only in her shift and stockings.

Odin made a soft noise of appreciation and flattened his palm against her stomach, encouraging her to lean back against him. "There is much that would please me, wife." His voice was low, full of promise, and Frigga shivered with arousal as his other hand rose to cup and caress, and then for a different reason entirely as a sudden cold chill wafted in from the slightly open window. The air coming in until then had been the typical pleasant coolness of early winter, but this new air spoke of the snow that fell higher up in the mountains.

Odin lifted his head, feeling it as well. "I'll close the window."

Feeling the loss of his warmth, Frigga stepped out of her gown and followed him, snatching up Odin's cloak and wrapping the warm wool around herself. "Is it the boys?"

Odin smiled as he saw the fat snowflakes drifting lazily down. By morning, everything would be covered in a layer of sparkling white, he knew, courtesy of their sons, who had made it their yearly tradition to make Yule a little bit more special. "Who else?" he asked, wrapping one arm around Frigga's waist and pulling her close. He leaned out of the window and looked along the palace wall; seeing them standing together on one of their balconies.

"Hey, you two!" he called. "Time for bed. The Hunt won't wait on any late risers tomorrow morning."

"Yes, all right," said Thor absently, looking up at the sky judiciously and not moving. "What think you, Loki, is that enough clouds?"

"It looks like the right amount." Loki surveyed the overcast sky and the thickening flakes with a practiced eye born of several years' worth of experience. "We don't want a repeat of the first year." He turned and looked towards his parents , his father leaning out of the window and his mother just visible next to him. "We'll turn in soon," he promised. "But we have to get the snow going. Can't disappoint the children." He spoke as if his own grin and voice weren't full of the same delight that would be on every Asgardian child's face tomorrow morning when they raced to their window to see if it had snowed.

"So we see," said Frigga, amused. "It's very pretty, darling. And it'll look even prettier in the morning. Go to bed; get some sleep."

"You're still up," said Thor.

"We were getting ready for bed when we felt the temperature drop," said Frigga.

"In fact, you interrupted a very pleasant undressing-your-mother moment," said Odin mischievously, and watched as his boys' faces did that thing where they looked like they had bitten down on a lemon, even as Frigga smacked him reprovingly on the arm.

"Odin!"

"More information than we needed, Father," said Thor disapprovingly.

"You do that on purpose," complained Loki.

"I confess that I do," Odin admitted. "I can't help being amused by the looks you get on your faces. And surely it is a father's prerogative to tease his children?"

"You wouldn't like it if we spoke thus of a woman," chided Thor. "To speak to others of what we had been doing in private."

"You should apologise to Mother," said Loki virtuously.

Always Frigga's fiercest defender, thought Odin with a rush of fondness towards his youngest, and bowed his head in Loki's direction in acknowledgment. He did not think Frigga truly upset but he would not have even a hint of displeasure between them over so inconsequential a reason. "Consider me suitably chastened." He turned to Frigga. "I beg your forgiveness if I caused any offense, my queen." Since her hands were tucked snugly inside his cloak, he settled for giving her his most contrite look, dipping his head slightly and looking up at her through his lashes.

"You are forgiven," said Frigga with a tolerant little half shake of her head. "I know you would not speak thus outside our family, but I wish you would not tease the boys so. You want to set a good example for them to follow, do you not? They are growing up and will look to you first as a model for their behaviour."

"I shall try to curb myself," he promised. She had a point, and the reminder that he had two fine sons who looked up to him left him feeling fortunate rather than nagged. "But the boys would do well to model themselves equally upon you."

Although Loki already did, he thought, whether consciously or not. He had Frigga's poise, and some of her mannerisms, and the way he was growing increasingly deft with using soft words to influence people was all her influence. Thor, on the other hand, was still all brash speech and bravado -- perfectly natural in a young warrior, but he would have to learn the subtlety needed in politics as well, something that Loki already seemed to have a gift for. He really needed to insist that Thor start attending the occasional Council meeting, but he had time yet, he was still but a beardless youth. Speaking of his eldest, though -- Odin eyed Thor speculatively, remembering his words.

"Thor, what you said -- I hope you are not doing anything in private with a woman that I need to be concerned about. You are far too young to become a father."

Thor's eyes widened. "I'm not!" he exclaimed, his cheeks staining crimson.

His vehemence was such that Odin believed him. He glanced at Loki. The boy was still a bit young, but...

"Don't look at me!" Loki protested, looking even more horrified than Thor. "But didn't I see Sif coming out of your chambers the other day, Thor?" he inquired innocently.

"I was showing her my new armour! I would never -- with Sif -- " Thor faltered to a standstill.

"Why not? Don't you think she's pretty?" Loki challenged.

"I -- I suppose?" Thor said, sounding not entirely certain. "But she's just Sif! We've known her since we were children!"

"So? And I would not call Sif "just" anything," said Loki scornfully.

Thor smiled ruefully. "She is very much a force to be reckoned with, is she not?"

Frigga looked on with interest. She knew Odin had already had The Talk with both boys ("Might as well get them both at once," he had said, facing his duty manfully) and knew he had stressed how not to get a child on a woman, so she wasn't particularly worried about that, especially as she had seen no signs that such knowledge -- or a reminder -- would be needed any time soon yet. But she noted Loki's defense of Sif as she had noted other things over the years.

"Well," she said, "I am getting cold standing here, so I shall bid you two good night. Go to bed soon, and I'll see you in the morning. Sleep well, my loves."

"Good night," the boys chorused as she pulled back from the open window and Odin closed it after calling his own good nights back. She moved over to the fire, letting Odin's cloak fall open and the heat of the flames warm her body.

Odin came up behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, briskly rubbing her arms to dispel the cold. The earlier mood between them had shifted, and he wondered if it had been lost entirely for the night. Perhaps it would be better to save such things for the morning, and hope that she would see him off to the Yule Hunt with blood already quickened from something other than the thrill of the chase. He would be content either way; there was pleasure enough in curling up in bed with the comfort of her nestled close and warm beside him.

"Our sons are amazing, are they not?" She reached up and took his hands, wrapping his arms around her contentedly. She regretted it as she felt the coolness of his sleeves through her shift where she had pushed his cloak back, but not enough to let go. The bath would warm her back up quickly enough.

"In which way?"

"This snow thing. As soon as Thor came into his powers, Loki ferreted out a spell for coldness beyond simply chilling a glass of water, and they found a way to combine their gifts to create something beautiful and magical that gives delight to so many. The children would be crushed with disappointment if they woke up tomorrow and there was no snow on the ground to play with. And the boys know that and keep it going;"

"I must say that Thor's done well in learning to control exactly how much snow we get," admitted Odin.

"Mm, he has." That first year the snow had been heavy and deep enough to create more difficulties than pleasure in those who had to go out to work in it -- one glance at their sons exchanging guilty looks at breakfast when the servant putting their food down had exclaimed about the weather and the difficulty of simply getting out to gather the morning's fresh eggs and the delay in the milk delivery had been enough to tell Frigga who was to blame for the inclement weather. She had sent the boys out after breakfast to help in the clearing of pathways with a whispered suggestion in Loki's ear about warming the air back up enough to help in their efforts. If Odin had not guessed at their involvement, she saw no need to enlighten him and get the boys in trouble if they had not meant any mischief. They had returned for lunch sweaty and disheveled and ravenously hungry, and she could tell that riding back out on the delayed Hunt beside their father had not held the usual appeal that it usually dld, but neither had dared say anything. The Hunt had fared poorly, too, many of the animals still holed up in sheltered spots, and the feast had started late as a result, as the kitchen staff had rushed to clean and cook what had been brought back, but Frigga rather thought that more people than just her sons had been glad of a chance for a pre-dinner nap. It had been a tiring day, and she had not expected to see a repeat of it the next year.

She had not; but that was only because Thor had managed to summon the winter equivalent of a gentle spring rain instead of a storm and not because the boys had given up on this idea of theirs. obviously deciding that it simply needed fine-tuning, The few inches of snow that lay on the ground in the morning had looked pretty but had not been deep enough to bother anyone -- save perhaps the children that they had all overheard lamenting that it wasn't enough to build the snow forts from which they had waged joyous war with snowballs the year before, interrupted only by occasionally being dragged back inside by their parents to eat and change into dry clothes and warm up for a while. The looks her sons had exchanged had given her expectations for the following year, knowing now that they were not going to let this go until they got it right.

She had not been disappointed when she had looked out in the morning of the third year to see a perfect six inches of snow covering everything in the gardens below -- enough that no one had gone outside unbooted, but not too difficult to trample down into paths or shovel away altogether, especially as the city blacksmiths had, that first year, immediately seen an opportunity and begun turning out wider-bladed shovels than those normally used for dirt or dung and were soon selling them as quickly as they could make them. And there was enough snow to satisfy the children -- perhaps the forts had not been as large as the first year's had been, but two semi- circular defensive walls had sprung up in the clear space at the edge of town by the end of the first day, and by the end of the second, her sons had joined in the fun, a green banner rising over one fort, a red over the other. By the end of the Yule period, the forts had been enlarged and strengthened and a great many of the younger warriors who were not far off from childhood themselves had allied themselves with one side or the other, teaching their young troops the lessons they were learning in their own training. Battles were fought and won on both sides. On the last day of Yule she and Odin had gone down themselves to watch from up close, and Loki, spotting his father first, had exhorted his troops to one final victory charge in the name of the king, in which one of the palace pages had won glory for himself by managing to seize and bring down Thor's banner under cover of his teammates' barrage of stockpiled snowballs. It had been a good year; she could recall the Hunt riding out under a clear blue sky, the sun sparkling on the snow and the animals seemingly energised by the cold, the horses high-stepping and eager to be off, champing their bits and snorting great plumes of frosty breath into the air. The hounds had chased each other back and forth as the riders gathered, pausing now and then to roll in the snow and shake it off again, tongues lolling out happily. And she remembered how the hunters had returned laden down with game earlier than usual, thanks to their quarry's tracks showing up easily in the snow.

After that, tradition had been firmly established as far as her boys were concerned, smug in their success, and they had repeated their trick every year since. They hadn't even claimed credit for it at first, enjoying their secret, but by the third year, it was obvious that the cold snap and snow that lasted exactly for the twelve days of Yule was not a natural event, and speculation was running rampant. With her sons' permission, Frigga had let slip in a few ears that it was the princes' doing and before long everyone had known -- hence the occasional small child boldly approaching the princes -- or perhaps being dare to -- and asking for confirmation that it would snow again this year. Her mind was brought back to the present by Odin's voice.

"Do you ever think it ironic that Loki would need no spell to summon the cold if he had been left to grow up in the realm where he -- " Odin paused, and discarded one word in favour of another. " -- Where he was born?"

Frigga turned to look at him over her shoulder. "How were you going to finish that sentence at first?"

"I was going to say "belonged", but the word tasted so wrong in my mouth I could not utter it," Odin said with a grimace. "He did not belong with people who who discarded him like an unwanted piece of rubbish. Norns know I have done my share of killing in my life, Frigga, but to leave a child alone and unprotected in the cold to starve to death -- if they weren't found first by a beast of prey or a warrior too quick to see only a future enemy -- a mere babe who could not even crawl away..."

"You could not," said Frigga with firm certainty. "And so the Norns guided you to him, and we gained a second son. I knew where he belonged almost as soon as you laid him in my arms. With us, as part of our family, where he was safe and loved and wanted. I can no longer even imagine a world where I only had one son."

"No more can I," Odin admitted. "Nor do I want to."

"As for the inborn magic he would have in his other form-- yes, of course I have thought of it. But his use of seidr is not some second-rate replacement for whatever natural abilities he might otherwise have access to. He has a natural gift for seidr, too; he absorbs everything that I teach him and then seeks out more advanced spells and learns them as well." She turned and ran her hands up Odin's arms to his shoulders, then slid one beneath his hair to cup the back of his neck. "The path does not matter if it leads to the same result. All gifts are valid. And our clever, clever boys are amazing because they have learned that when they work together, when they share their gifts, that they can transform the world around them."

Odin slipped his arms around her waist, smiling back. "May it always be so. If they can remember that when they are full grown, then I shall rest secure knowing that Asgard will prosper long after I am gone." He tipped his head forward to rest his forehead against hers for a moment, then straightened. "I'll go draw your bath."

"Actually, I'll start it. You -- " Frigga opened the decorative gold clasp at the top of his jerkin, the clasps and the gold stitching on the garment contrasting well with the dark brown hand-tooled leather, tiny jewels of red and green and blue marking the eyes of the entwined beasts gripping each other's tails in an elaborately decorative pattern. The vest had been commissioned on behalf of the boys as a gift for their father when they had been quite young; they had chosen the design themselves from a variety of sketches, and the colour of the leather, and the clasps. And then Thor had wanted red eyes for all the beasts and Loki had wanted green, and Frigga had suggested blue as a compromise, to match their own eyes.

"Could we have some of each?' Thor had asked thoughtfully after a moment.

"Yes!" Loki had enthused, immediately seconding the idea."They look prettiest all mixed together."

Frigga was not so sure that Odin would think so, but it was to be the boys' gift, and so she had hurriedly placed the order before they decided that they wanted to add in some of the golden yellow stones as well.

But Odin had duly professed his admiration of the jerkin when they had presented it to him, and had obviously meant it when he continued to wear it over the years. But if Odin had liked the jerkin, Loki had loved it, and Frigga thought that what Odin had enjoyed the most had been the way his youngest son would sit contentedly on his lap for quite long stretches of time, quietly tracing the design in fascination and touching the jewels, even while Odin was engaged in official duties.

"Business gets done so much faster," he had pronounced with satisfaction. "No one wants to risk raising their voices and upsetting Loki. And it's never too early for the boys to get a sense of the work that goes into ruling; Loki has asked enough questions after a Council meeting or court session that I know he was paying attention to at least some of what was going on." She smiled to herself at the memory, still able to hear the pride in her husband's voice, and gave the front of the jerkin a tug. "Take off some of these layers and join me when you have."

"Would you be telling Fulla to strip off if I hadn't shown up when I did?" He undid the next clasp down.

Frigga scrunched up her nose. "Nay, I am perfectly capable of washing my own back; I just enjoy it more when you do it."

"Ah, that's good." His eye twinkled. "A husband likes to feel useful."

"I'm sure we can find some more uses for you if we think about it." Her eyes dropped down his body, lingered pointedly for a moment, and then flicked back up to his face, her eyes glinting with an almost predatory spark.

"Use me as you will," he said huskily. "You have but to name your desires and I shall see them fulfilled." He held her gaze while he undid the rest of the clasps and shrugged out of the jerkin.

Oh, he knew how such words would affect her, Frigga thought, feeling her power in this, knowing that she had only to beckon and he would come, placing himself willingly at her service. The thought was as heady as it always was, and her body tightened in anticipation. "I shall take you up on that offer and be more demanding another night, but I have been busy all day making sure that everything will be ready for tomorrow, and tonight? I wish for someone to take care of me. A back wash, as I said, and then you may do as you will."

"Hm. What if I wish to take the advice you gave the boys and turn in early?" Odin tugged free the bow at her neckline and began loosening the laces of her shift's front placket.

"Then of course you may do that, it would be a perfectly sensible decision," she said, unworried, as the calloused pads of his fingers slipped inside and his thumb traced along her collarbone.

"And what if I wish to see you well-pleasured instead?"

"Ah...an even better one." She swayed towards him slightly as his hand wandered, her eyes drifting half shut in pleasure. "'Tis early enough that we may take a little time for ourselves first. I know I would sleep the better for it."

"Well, then. Well-pleasured it will be." He let go of her and took a step back, feeling justifiably smug when she made a small sound of protest.

"Well then," she echoed, fighting the urge to reach for his hand again. She took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, then grabbed his hand after all and brought it to her mouth for a quick kiss to his fingers. "Don't be long." She dropped his hand and turned away, her hips swaying as she headed towards their bathroom.

"I would not dream of keeping you waiting," he called after her, the sense of anticipation from earlier back in full force. He loosened the laces at the neck of his woolen tunic and hauled it off over his head.

Frigga glanced back over her shoulder at him, pausing for a moment to appreciate his brisk, efficient movements and the way a quick shake of his head settled his ruffled hair back down into smoothness. "Good boy," she praised before disappearing into their bathchamber.

Odin gave a huff of laughter as he bent to deal with his boots. If anyone else had had the insolence to call him thus, it would not have gone well for them. But Frigga's voice was full of nothing but warmth and affection, and he thought that she could probably call him anything in that tone of voice and he would not mind. Besides -- he grinned to himself as he sentone boot flying into the corner --

Good boys got rewarded.

A/N: This is the fic that I've been tinkering with since last December, and I've gotten to the point where I don't know whether I'm making it better or worse with all the extra bits I keep adding in, so that seemed like a good time to just post the darn thing. Feedback welcome, if you think I spent too much time on flashbacks or anything like that, do let me know! I kept going back and forth on whether they were taking too much time away from the main narrative. Chapter 2 will be up soon!

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empireofwrestlemania · 7 years

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The Adventures of Gloria Lacasa - Chapter 5

For the first time in her life, Gloria was kneeling before a King.

Back in the Wooded Kingdom, the King’s presence was known, but never really pushed upon the people. They saw little of him. The most Gloria had ever seen were the sheeple, his strange guardians who protected the Kingdom and the people within it. She’d never been afraid of them growing up, since her mother always told her that they were there to protect the villagers, and to her credit, they’d never come close to Gloria or anyone else as far as she knew.

Still, though, the sheeple were not the King, and King Bray remained within Sanctum Castle, never seen to Gloria or the others in her town. Now, though, she was seeing a real King, the King of the Demon Kingdom, in person.

She, Finn, and Carlos were all kneeling before him now, waiting to see what he would say. They didn’t have to wait long, though, before his deep and powerful voice said to them, “Rise.”

They did as he asked, and Gloria suddenly felt underdressed. Her skirt was torn and tattered from rushing through the forest, and the simple brown corset she wore over her white blouse was nothing more than the garb of peasants. Even Finn and Carlos were much better dressed than she was, and she regretted visiting the King in such apparel.

“Finn, you brought company. What business do these two have at the castle?” the Undertaker asked in a low voice, and Gloria hung her head slightly. She could feel his eyes on her.

“Your majesty, this is Gloria,” Finn said. “She’s just escaped from a cruel mother, and now she seeks out her father. I had thought you might be able to help.”

“Why would you think that?” asked the Undertaker. He spoke in a slow tone, each word enunciated clearly and deliberately.

“She says that her parents met here - her mother was visiting, and her father lived here, from what she understands. You know all who come and go within the Kingdom, so I thought you might be able to recall who he was.”

“Can the girl speak?” asked the Undertaker after a long pause.

“Yes,” Gloria said quickly, before Finn could answer for her. She lifted her gaze, looking towards him. “This was Finn’s suggestion, your majesty. He thought you could help - I apologize if we’re inconveniencing you.”

There came another long silence, and Gloria was worried that she had upset the King. Then, something almost akin to a smile came across his lips. “You are not an inconvenience,” he said slowly. “Many people come and go within my Kingdom. It is possible that I may remember your father, but it is also possible that I will not. Is that a risk that you wish to take?”

“It is,” Gloria said quickly. “If you don’t remember him, then what’s important to me is that I tried, and I will keep searching elsewhere.”

“What do you know of your father?” asked the Undertaker, and Gloria bit her lip.

“He was a fairy, as I am,” Gloria said softly, carefully unclasping her cloak and pulling it off her shoulders so as to allow her wings to flutter freely. An audible gasp left Carlos’s lips. “He lived here about nineteen years ago, and my mother was a researcher from the Capital. They had a brief romance, and then my mother left.”

“Hmm,” the Undertaker said, his deep voice still ringing through the hall. “I do recall a fairy. Quite out of place, that man - and an odd one, too.”

“Do you remember his name?” Gloria asked quickly, and Finn put a hand on her shoulder.

“Shh, let him think,” he said with a light chuckle.

The King shut his eyes, clearly thinking. “No, I do not remember a name. I do recall him leaving, though - something about moving to Johnsonville to pursue a career at the theater they were opening...”

“At the theater?” Gloria asked softly.

“Yes,” said the Undertaker with a nod. “I suppose your father fancied himself an actor. I am sorry that I could not be of more help.”

“No, this was actually quite helpful!” Gloria said, a smile coming to her lips. “Now I have an idea where to look. Thank you, your majesty - your help is deeply appreciated.”

“I am happy that I could help,” said the Undertaker with a nod. “Is there anything else that you need?”

“No, your majesty. I’ll be on my way,” Gloria said softly.

“Let me walk you out,” Finn said suddenly, offering her a bright smile. Together, the three all turned and left. Gloria was impressed with how quiet Carlos had been throughout her conversation with the King.

“So, you’re a fairy?” Carlos asked once they were out of the throne room.

“Apparently,” Finn said, eyeing her wings closely. “You never said anything about being a fairy.”

“I was afraid,” Gloria said softly, shrugging as she clasped her cloak once again. “My mother always said it was dangerous to be a fairy.”

“That’s nonsense,” Finn said quickly. “Listen to me, Gloria, there is no danger or shame in being a fairy. Fairies are just like everyone else, but with wings. And they produce fairy dust.”

“I don’t make fairy dust,” Gloria said softly, glancing over at him.

“Maybe you have to learn first, I don’t know how it works,” Finn said with a shrug.

“Excuse me,” came a sudden voice from a hallway. The group slowed to a stop, and from the hall emerged a young woman. She had dark, frizzy hair with a single streak of white running through it, and a pair of large eyeglasses resting upon her nose. She wore a simple dress of light blue with a white linen shroud, and she was looking right at Gloria.

“Sybil,” said Finn with a polite nod, but the other woman seemed to ignore him entirely, though there seemed to be a slight pinkness that came to her cheeks when he addressed her.

“Did you say you were a fairy?” the woman, presumably named Sybil based on Finn’s greeting, asked in a soft voice.

“Yes,” Gloria said softly, cocking her head to one side. “Why do you ask?”

The woman was silent for a moment. “M-may I speak to you? Alone?” she asked softly, and Gloria exchanged glances with her male companions, who both nodded.

“I can wait outside the castle,” said Carlos. “Maybe I’ll check out the marketplace.”

“I should get to work,” Finn said. “I just wanted to walk you out so we could say a proper goodbye.”

“Oh, Finn,” Gloria said with a smile. “Thank you for everything. You’ve been so helpful - are you not going to come to Johnsonville with us?”

“I’ve business to attend to here,” Finn said, shaking his head. “But listen, there’s a woman in town - a human and a mercenary, she’s quite tough and she owes me a favour or two. You should be able to find her in town, maybe at the tavern - just tell her Finn sent you, and ask if she’ll come with you to Johnsonville. You could use someone like her for protection along the way.”

“You’ll cash in your favour with her to help us?” Gloria asked softly, and Finn nodded.

“Absolutely,” he replied. “You’re a good person, Gloria, and I really want to help you. You’ve been through a lot. You deserve to find your father, so I want to do what I can to help that.”

Gloria moved towards him, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. “Thank you,” she said in a soft voice. “When I find my father, I’ll come back and visit you.”

“I’d like that very much,” Finn said, hugging her back for a bit before pulling away. “Good luck, Gloria.”

As Finn left, Gloria glanced over to where Carlos had been standing, but he was gone. Carlos had walked off during Finn and Gloria’s goodbye, apparently heading to wait outside the castle as he’d already said. With both men now gone, Gloria turned her attention back to the other woman, Sybil, and gave her a smile. “Alright, we can talk,” she said softly.

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