It would be a late evening. During summer.
In the rain.
The market itself was tiny as well as out doors, though a semi-permanent hung over the entire vending district to shield it from the elements. Despite it's late hour, people remained among the venders purchases the things one could only purchase at night. Most people here, at this market, at his hour, were not the same as those who came earlier, when it was light and sunny. They were...of a different ilk.

The ilk that children pretended to be, in story books and fantasy games. Or perhaps truly some every day folk, with less than every day abilities.

Carriages were drawn by massive, strong horses--some winged, some with horns protruding like bone spirals from their brow. Some had hooves of fire, others looked to be made of seaweed--those you would need to remain away from, kelpies were bad news. Some venders, and patrons, had pointed ears and shorter stature. Some where very small and stout, resembling dwarves. Some carried huge staffs, longer than they were, with glowing orbs, or animal skins. And yet, every-day humans that remained on the other side, on the 'our world' side, would walk right through all off this and not see any of it. Because they did not -believe- any of it. Sure, some kids could see them--where do you think they got their games? But after a while...no. The children, too, would be blind.


Among these patrons was a man, a boy really, more knees and elbows than limbs. His hair stuck up at odd, unusual angles, and was the color of the deepest part of the night sky--a purple, though so dark one only need to barely tilt their head to see it as black. His eyes, however...or, 'eye', as it was all t'was visible, counter-acted the darkness of his hair. It glowed, a brilliant, soft gold like a flashlight, or a lamp.
He was perusing a stand that had fruit shaped like, oddly enough, stars, thoughtful in his murmurings. A long, thin gold staff rested over his shoulder, the star-and-net at the other end held the wares he had purchased previously. He wore very little--a belt of deep violet, with glittering gold chains and star-shaped bangles, violet stockings (and presumably something between the two), gold wrappings about his calves, and flats. His top was nothing more than a silken, violet shawl, twists of gold down his arms...and, a halo. Though, it tilted this way and that as if drunken, glitter sloughing off when it remembered it's job and hurried back to sit atop his head.
His stature was small, just under five eight perhaps, and he was about as thin as a man of late-teens could get without looking sickly--and pale. Very, very pale.
He paid for a fruit, with a strange gold coin, and had to really stretch to drop it into the net at the end of his staff.
"There," he chimed to himself. "Almost done with Grintet's order."

A starlette, rare to visit the earthen worlds. A star born into a physical body, to serve the stars of the night sky--mobile, for those without mobility.
Or, a fancy, magic errand boy, really.

Back when he was still young, he was always ecstatic to be able to see them. Often times, he'd point them out to his parents but they would not even pay him attention. The vendors in the small market would even only motion for him to keep quiet by putting their index fingers over their mouths and let out a 'shh' that only he could hear. They waved at him and he, still shy that time, would just stick close to his parent and grasp their pant leg. His parents believed this was just a phase he was going through, that their little boy would just grow up to be a big, strong man.

Apparently, they were mistaken.

They weren't wrong about him growing up. What they've mistaken is that, he still saw them whatever he does. He'd see them laughing and talking about random things while he's taking a bath, he'd see them react to the smell while he'd poop, and some had even tried to converse with him when they noticed that he was paying them much attention. He didn't talk to them, though. He wouldn't want to be mistaken as that of a mentally retarded person so he paid them no mind. It took a while for him to get used to ignoring them and they, of course thought that he couldn't see them, continued dilly-dallying along their way.

Sadly, though, it was hard to sleep at nights.

This was the very reason why he'd caught the two little mythical creatures in his room after much research on how to catch them and kept them in his room. His parents had thought he was planning to get a dog with a cage in his room but what they didn't know was that two dwarves were inside, unable to get out even if they wanted to. Hara passed by one of the worn-out buildings downtown, only to overhear about exotic beings unknown to mankind being sold here. They, apparently, gave out a kind of pair of glasses to those that want to see them beings and he, with the excuse of wanting to see, took a pair but didn't wear it. He'd seated himself in the very far back of that show and all throughout, he noticed one thing: these were all creatures he saw whenever he'd passed by the little market - with vendors and patrons that all looked strangely enough - for his part-time job.

By the time the show was done, he'd come to talk with the one selling them off and behind all of them was a strange creature. A man with a horse for its head and dragon hands hidden behind gloves. For a normal human being, they'd only see another human being but when one had eyes like that of Hara, they saw the world differently.

"I can give you what you need," he'd told the man, "Just as long as you give me compensation for the creatures I bring you."

That was how he'd started to become a bounty hunter unbeknown to the human world. Rumors, though, have started spreading in the 'other world' but business continued on as usual just with their patrons growing smaller and smaller every time Hara stuck out to grab one of them.

Oddly enough, one late evening, he spotted a strange creature and he couldn't help but find himself coming over with his eyes hidden behind a pair of dark glasses. "You're a strange one," he started as he'd acted like he looked interested in buying one of the fruits the boy was perusing just a little while ago. Pulling his glasses up to brush a few strands back and put his glasses atop his head, he turned his gaze to the Starlette. "I haven't seen your kind along here."

The boy himself looked up at the man with mild surprise as he relaxed back onto the flat of his shoes. Both hands wrapped around his staff, heavy end drawling it close to his shoulder to rest. After a moment, and quiet contemplation that, yes, the man was indeed talking to him, he smiled brightly and tilted his head.
"Well, they're aren't many of mes in this quarter, since I'm the only me I know." That seemed to puzzle him a moment, then he blinked with realization. "Oh! You mean starlettes. Ha, yeah, we don't get out much. But two of my Ladies wanted some earthbound fruits and so, zip, bounce and a raincloud later, here I am." His weight shifted forward and was distributed to his staff to be his support. He rocked back on his heels, sticking his hind-quarters out and laughed--a sound like bells. "You sure are dressed funny. Like those ghosts who don't see us here."

The boy surprised him again with that bright smile of his. It didn't seem to match well with the other's gold hair. He stood out too much. Amongst all of the other creatures here as of the moment, he was the fanciest and the one who wore little to less clothes. Not that he was complaining. The more skin he saw, the more it stirred something inside him. Licking his dry lips wet, he returned the bright smile with a small smile of his own as he listened to him speak.

"A starlette?" he repeated. This was a rare being then if he was the only one in this world. He'd make big money. Except that, he didn't seem to want to see him in anybody's hands other than his own - both physically and emotionally. "Then, this must be my lucky day." As he said those words, he heard the other's next words that had him immediately putting up his guard. "Ah. Well. I haven't changed yet, you see," the male started as he'd oddly wanted to hear that laughter again. It sounded like bells to his ears. "But at least, I'm not as inviting as you are."

Hara reached out to put his hand around the handle of the other's staff and used his free hand to take his chin and hold it in place. With him so close and his lips hovering over the Starlette's own, he smiled a little slyly. "Tell me, are you in a hurry?"

"Lucky day? Why is it L...Luh..."
The staff felt warm, almost as if it had a pulse, a sustained heat of life of its own. It hummed quietly beneath the man's hand, unused to another touch and, though it had no voice or consciousness, was as curious as it's wielder.
The boy blinked again, like turning a light on and off, and upon re-opening his eye grew just a bit bigger as the man was quite suddenly in his face. As unused to close contact as his staff, a pale rose of a blush bloomed across his cheek bones and spread rapidly up to his slightly pointed ears. It was a rather girlish contrast to the purple of the rest of, what you could loosely call, his wardrobe.
"L-luck--Hurry? W-well, no I don't think either of my ladies will be moving any time soon..." The blush seemed only to grow the longer the man's hand was on his chin--and perhaps his staff. Did all earthbound creatures talk this close to each other? How odd to communicate right in front of one another. Why was he dressed that way?
What made him lucky? 'I'm not a falling star,' he thought quietly to himself, though his eye scanned the man's face with an naivety that couldn't be faked. "U-um, why do you ask? Do you need help with something?" Then, as if manners had suddenly beat him on the back of the head; "W-what's your name?"

Hara felt his eyes widen when he'd felt that warmth that shouldn't be in a staff when he'd held it. Strange. As he'd thought this, he'd moved his attention back at the boy he's teasing as of the moment and inwardly smiled in amusement at that reaction. He liked it and though he knew he shouldn't be, he'd felt his thumb moving up to brush along the boy's cheek. His index finger was still under his chin and his other hand still continued to hold on the said staff.

"Oh?" he'd asked as he'd heard his reply. If that was the case, then, he should probably think of a way to lure this Starlette to his den. Surprise was evident on his features at the sudden question and his brows rose just a bit. It took him a while to think of a reply but when he had, he'd cleared his throat and smiled. "If I say yes, would you do it for me?" he asked him again before he'd let go of the boy's chin to bring his hand down to have the tips of his fingers run along that thin and very pale arm. The boy was appealing in the clothes even with him bordering to malnutrition - or so humans call them - and he wouldn't mind corrupting this seemingly naiive Starlette that only he could see with his own eyes. Luckily for him, it was a cold day just after a rain so not much people crossed this street because of the muddy road.

"And... do tell me your name first before I tell you mine." He smiled rather charmingly as his fingers brushed over the gold bangles around the other's forearm.

Something about the man was predatory. Strange, considering most dressed, and looking, like this man were called 'Homosapien' and they were hardly dangerous...unless it was to each other. Then they were plenty dangerous. But to a starlette? Perhaps this is why he replied as he did. Perhaps it was the soft touches making the pink turn red; the soft thumb, the light finger on his arm. Maybe his nativity. Or maybe nothing at all but manners.
"Of course, I like to help. It's kind of like, my job." His thing shoulders rose and fell in indifference, though the pale, shining eye looked down in mild embarrassment. "Where do you need help? And, my name is Exla." He glanced back up at him. This man...he wasn't what he seemed. But trust was built, as was so normal and easy to do in the blissfully ignorant. The bangles that were brushed over were warm, though whether they created their own warmth, or whether they fed off the heat of the starlette's body, was indecipherable.

Hara couldn't help but even more amused when he seemed to have had this Starlette, Exla, take his bait. Was he even aware of what he was going to do to him? Nothing sexual, of course, but for a rare specie like this one... he was sure there would be a lot who'll want to take this. Hell, he could even do it without having to go through the trouble of only receiving a certain amount of money in exchange for this Starlette. "Then," he'd started as he'd continued to charm the other with his smile.

"Exla," the name rolled out of his lips rather smoothly and he leaned in a little more to whisper his next words into the Starlette's ear. He wasn't sure whether to test him out for his to-be clients just to know how to describe him or just take him for himself. He could be useful, too. The latter idea sounded very much convincing. "I need help locating a friend. Do you think you can bring her to me? She's a poor thing left out in the cold, blissfully unaware of what the other creatures might do to her and had just lost her loved ones." How he knew this, of course, was obviously because he was the one who had sold her parents. From the mother he'd taken just after the old man who were both faeries, she had cried out, pleading the bounty hunter to let her go because she had her daughter back in their home.

"A faerie. Tell her I know her parents and have a message to pass down onto her."

Of course as the man deliberated, as did the star. Why was this man touching him so many places? Was it customary? Should he touch him back? If so, where should he touch him? His mind ran off in many different directions, most of them old stories the Ladies had told him about bowing and curtsies and hand shakes. But this 'greeting' didn't fit any sort of tail they had ever spun for him before.
His attention was brought back quickly when the man began to speak. And, as if beckoned, the blush rushed across his nose and cheeks as the man leaned closer and into his ear. 'My, he is getting very close,' he thought quietly to himself, hands curling tighter on his staff. Why did that make him feel all wriggly inside? The mention of the 'lost' and lonely' little fairy girl brought him back to reality, though the warm breath on his ear seemed to want to draw him back out again. One of his hands left his staff to cover his lips--his eye looked sad.
"Oh...the poor thing! Of course I'll help you find her." He leaned to look at him, now more worried than sad.

The male's hand had found itself resting on the Starlette's waist, only idly playing with the cloth wrapped around there. When he'd seen and heard the other's reaction, he lost his smile and nodded as if to silently tell the other that it is, indeed, true. "Yeah," he started before he'd acted surprised. There was no reason for him to be and he quickly put on a look of gratitude while retrieving his hand from the staff and the other's waist to take the other's hand into his own. "Thank you," he said, bringing the boy's hand up to his lips to kiss the back of his fingers, "Thank you very much, Exla." As if that wasn't enough, he'd continued on while looking rather slyly up at the mythical creature. He was just glad the other couldn't read minds. "I'll make sure to repay you greatly. I'll thank you in a way I know how." Of course, he was sure Exla didn't know what that meant. He may have thought of not touching the other in any way but with how warm the other's hand was to his touch, he couldn't help but imagine him writhing underneath him and asking for more with a lustful look. Now, just how would Exla look like then?

Poor little fairy, all lost and alone. Of course he'd help the poor little creature, even if it was to her doom. Not that he assumed it would be to her doom, but, t'was the case in any event. The contentment on the others face bright a smile to his own, bright and glowing like his entire demeanor. The hand on his hip was only noticed when it was gone, and he glanced down only briefly to right the silk fabric, before looking back up.
Then his hand was kissed.
He turned almost neon-red, eye growing wide at the gesture, and looked between his hand and the man with a look of confused awe. Only knights kissed princesses that way, or so said the ladies. The man thought he was a princess? Did he look like one of the pretty women from lore? How flattering. He gathered he was probably staring, and fidgeted awkwardly. His staff's end drew awkward squiggles in the dirt. "Y-you don't have to thank me at all. I mean, y-you're going to help her. So, so that's all you need...to -do-, you know? I appreciate it and everything...er, Sir..." He blinked, then glanced back up at him. "Er, what's your name? You didn't...tell me. I can't tell her who knows about her parents if I don't know your name, silly."

The Starlette's reaction to the way he'd kissed his hand was priceless. The bounty hunter couldn't help but smile in obvious amusement. Sure, he wanted to laugh but he wouldn't want to catch any more attention than he already is. He's seen a couple of people pass by - perhaps one or two - who gave him strange looks but he paid them no mind. It isn't like they're asking for his attention, after all. Hara lightly stroked the said fingers and he'd shaken his head at the other's reply. That wasn't what he wanted. "But I also need help in something else," he said, trying to make his voice sound troubled, "After you do manage to find her for me."

Upon hearing those next words, he realized he really did need to give a name. But, if he gave his own name, he'd be in trouble should this Starlette know who he is. After all, he is quite famous even in the mythical world. They just do not know his face because he happen to wear a mask and seem to have another identity whenever he'd go downtown to sell the creatures he'd caught. "And, there's no need for that. I just need you to pass her a message about where she can find me." He smiled slightly. "Downtown here is a small bar for us to meet. She should know the place. It's where those important in our world often have meetings." He had to say 'our'. Hara wouldn't want to expose himself.

Earth-bound creatures sure have cool body temperatures, he mused quietly to himself. His eye darted around them awkwardly, blush still boiling and present on his cheeks. Why did the touching made him feel squiggly inside? In a sense he wanted to run away making some sort of girlish squealing and wave his arms like an idiot. Maybe Aurana would like to know about this visit to the Terran worlds...she always thought his visits were interesting. The asking for a second assistance brought him again back to reality, and he nodded. "Sure, I'll help with whatever you need. I do have lots of time..."
He listened intently to the man, curious about his hesitance to offer his name. That curiosity didn't last long, because now the nameless man was talking about strange things Exla had never heard of before. Downtown? Bar? What is a down town? Is it a town beneath this one? If so, how did you get under ground? And a bar? A bar of what? Steel, copper? Sliverite?
"Where is Down Town and what kind of bar is it made out of?"

"Then, that's good for me." It was really good news to hear that the other had a lot of free time. If that was the case, then, he didn't have to worry about anyone looking for him should he take his time with him.

Hara blinked. Had he not made his point? He must've found out I'm not a mythical creature, he thought with a look of disappointment, Ah well. "Sorry," he said with a smile, "Let me make that clear. It's somewhat like this market here but they serve drinks. Mythical creatures like yourself often go there to meet." The bounty hunter tried to explain himself and brought up his free hand to rub the back of his own neck a little. Hopefully, he'd made sense. He wouldn't want to sound like an idiot after all.


(( Sorry. *have meet should be *meet. Lol. My grammar and English is dying. XDDD ))

Why was it good for him? Oh, maybe this man thought they were friends! Exla liked friends, he didn't have many, for obvious reasons. Friends were good. "I'm glad I can help!"

The next part seemed to both confused and make clear. Ah, a restaurant thing. The Ladies said people ate at things like that, and had funny drinks. Well, it shouldn't be to hard to find, should it? Especially if the little fairy knew where to look. Shouldn't take long at all, then he could help with the...whatever else this man needed, and be on his way. Hopefully his Ladies wouldn't mind a bit of charity. "All right." He smiled brightly, glowing again. "I'll go and find her and meet you at the down town."

Upon hearing the Starlette's last words, Hara couldn't help but smile in 'relief'. "Thank you," he started as he'd put his hand down at his side and reached out to take the other's hand again. He held it tightly in his hand and kissed the back of his fingers again. "Thank you very much, Exla." Letting go of his hand, he nodded a bit. "Then, I should be on my way, too. I'll wait for you and the little faerie there." Hara, this time, leaned in to kiss Exla's cheek. As if the kiss to the other's fingers weren't enough. He brushed past him and went off on his way. He had to keep his smile in check. Being found isn't something he'd want to happen, after all.

Hara put his shades back on and he'd shoved his hands into the confines of his pockets then turned at an intersection.

Oh, there was the blush again. Dark and creeping up to the tip of his pointed ears. "Y-you're welcome--" He was close again, very close--oh. The princess kiss again, how flattering. The Kiss to his cheek, however, made his inside squirm and, as stars tend to do, he began to emit a faint, pale light of an aura about him as Hara walked away.
A kiss on the cheek! Did that imply affection? Was this nice man going to be his friend? Oh, his Ladies would love to hear this story--but he had work to do. He gathered his wriggling and quiet 'nyeeeeh'-ing in check, before looking at his staff.
"We have a fairy to find."
As if the staff heard him, it glittered then seemed to vanish. Beneath his hair and on his cheek, a little golden star would become visible. Once he was free of that burden, off he went; a bouncing ball of glowing shortness into the big, dark forest.

Affection? Maybe. Or maybe something more.

One couldn't read Hara's mind, after all. The man moved rather mysteriously. Even his habits seem to change every now and then. He was afraid that if he'd keep a pattern, he'd be caught and that was something he'd like to prevent from happening. Now then... he thought as he'd shut the door behind him of his apartment, How will I do this? He had to find a way on how to get the Starlette boy out of the picture without him knowing what he'd be doing to the child. Will a suggestion about him putting him up for adoption make him believe him? I've got to plan this out well.

Wiping his sweaty palms on his pants, he let out a quiet breath and let his eyes slide shut behind the dark glasses he was wearing. The sun was still high in the sky, signifying the time of the day. Afternoon. If the boy was a Starlette, he had to check his actions and not have those stars in the sky see what he was doing. So that means I have to keep her silent... he thought again as he'd pursed his lips a little. This was what he was going to do for the few hours he could spend alone. Think thoroughly about his plan and about how to keep the Starlette busy with what he'll be doing to him later on. Sure enough, a boy like that - though a Starlette - would receive the same pleasure, right, when given to him?

Would he be pleasured? Good question.

Daytime. Daytime was usually his sleeping time. As the little starlette wandered through the forest, his shoulders began to droop with his eyelids. Now and then he'd stop to yawn, mouth open wide in a rather humorous roar as he did so. Well, at least the bunnies were scared of him, since little else was. But bunnies are scared of everything, so it wasn't to much to blow his horn about.

A few hours passed, before he came across the slightly run-down cottage the little elf would live in. He knocked quietly, and she answered barely peeking out the door. Tired as he was, his explanation to being there was dotted with yawns or near-fallings-asleep. A starlette knew about her parents, where to find them, but boy was he tired. Of course, the girl knew very little about his kind, but enough to know he 'probably' meant her no harm. She let him in, and he slept on her couch for a while, until evening.

As soon as the light began to fade, he was awake, bright and bushy-tailed. His story was finished to the girl, who offered him some bread and meal. They talked for only a few minutes, before she agreed with enthusiasm to be taken to someone who knew of her parents. Together they left the house and ran back towards town through the forest--she lead, since he still wasn't sure what a Down town was.

When it was close to evening, Hara decided to get himself something to drink nearby that meeting place. Alcohol wasn't something he's come to like. After all, it always messes with his way of thinking. And, in order for him to make the plan happen, it had to be flawless without the Starlette in the picture. Idly, he played with a sugar cube as he'd taken a sip from his hot coffee and wondered if the Starlette would trust him enough to leave the girl with him.

In fact, he wouldn't even mind lying just to get things his way. He could tell Exla that he's given the faerie back to her parents and is happy with them. Now that he thought about it, he's going to be breaking a promise with the faerie's mother. Mm... not that she'd know anyway, he thought and chuckled mostly to himself. Odd how he was already feeling his blood curdling with excitement as a sly smile touched his lips while he took another sip of his coffee.

The girl and the Starlette traveled for a while, with her leading. She couldn't bend gravity like he could, and thus the power of inertia was useless to her. They did make decent time though, only taking a few hours to get out of the forest and into town. They wove in and out of the crowds that began to grow as night fell, more teenagers and young adults. Due to their lingering ages, some of them could catch glimpses of the fairy girl and her companion. It'd cause them to double-take, whereupon they would no longer be seen. Neither of the myths noticed this occurrences, and the girl continued to weave them towards Down Town.

Once there, they meandered the streets, stopping occasionally to ask the rare, other myth about directions. It took them, once in the city, less than an hour to find the establishment. She didn't seem to bothered by the place and just walked in. It took Exla a moment to adjust to the strange mix of bar smells, before he could enter and not look ill. Of course, the majority of the patrons couldn't see the two beings. The girl inquired about the man. Exla looked around curiously for the back of Hara's head.
"He's suppose to be here..."

Hara blinked just as he'd opened the door to the bar. He hadn't expected the Starlette to actually be there with the little fairy. When he'd seen her, a wide grin touched his lips and it wasn't a grin that had good intentions come with it. "There you guys are," he'd started, quickly wiping the grin off of his face as he'd pulled his glasses up, "Thanks, Exla, for bringing her. You don't have to worry now, she'll be in good hands."

He gave the Starlette a smile and leaned in to kiss him lightly on the cheek. Setting his glasses onto his head, he crouched down a little to meet the fairy and tilted his head a little. "You really look a lot like your mother. Very beautiful."

It took them a while, with no success. Exla was beginning to get nervous, when the voice pipped up behind them from the door. They both turned, and Exla broke into a wide smile. There he was! Finally, he'd brought the girl. She could be united with her parents--she'd be so happy. The kissed on the cheek caused a flush of red to cross over his cheek bones, and his eyes to widen. A dainty hand came up to rest over the spot, and he stared at his socked feet in minor aw. Another kiss! This man must be very kind, or slightly attracted. Oh, goodness, his heart felt like butterflies. "Y-you're welcome."

Busy with his feet, he didn't see the girl's eyes widen at the man. A look of recognition danced across her glittering orbs, and her hands came to her mouth. Said eyes glanced at the door, as if she was calculating running. Still staring at his feet, Exla continued; "Im sure you'll take good care of her." The girl look mortified. This man was using a Myth to do his dirty work--and the Myth didn't even realize! She wanted to tell the boy, but feared for his life and hers. Instead, she darted to the side as if to flee.

Hara knew recognition would spike up the fairy's face. After all, she was there when he'd taken her parents. He grabbed her arm and put his index finger on his lips before he'd turned to look at Exla. "I'll see you again in the market tomorrow?" he asked as he'd pulled the fairy towards him and grabbed something from his pocket. It was that type of candy he'd bought from the market, something that would silence any Myth should they want to speak. He put it into her mouth and got up to his feet.

Reaching out, he took Exla's chin and lifted it up to meet his eyes. "And, this, for tonight." He'd leaned in again to press his lips against Exla's own before he'd grinned and pulled down his glasses. "Later." With that said, he'd picked the fairy up and held her up like what he'd do to a human child. It wasn't long for Hara to be gone then - and out of sight.

She squirmed and almost squealed, eyes wide and terrified. The candy was thrust into her mouth and she tried to spit it out--but she was still and silenced as it touched her tongue. Quiet tears rolled down her cheeks as the man and the Starlette kissed, and she cursed this horrible man who held her mentally.

Exla was bright red even to his shoulders upon being kissed fully on the lips. His heart bounced in his chest, and butterflies bloomed in his stomach. His voice seemed stolen away as the man grinned and tugged his sunglasses down, and he didn't see the tears blossom in terrified eyes as the girl was carted away. Pale fingertips came up to touch his lips and his mind reeled, rolling back and forth between curiosity and excitement. The ladies could wait, one more night, right? I mean, he still needs help with whatever that other thing is, he added to his own defense. He could stay, and meet the man again. Why not? He was a curious creature, and if this man was attracted to him--and such a gentleman!--maybe he could be like the fairy princesses in the stories the Ladies told. Oooh, wouldn't that be romantic? He squealed softly, and danced out of the bar. The Myths there look either discussed or perplexed, and the humans without the Sight looked at the empty spot the man had kissed with very confused expressions.