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[puckishly.livejournal.com]

Puck does so loathe this season.

But in spite of his bitter sentiment, one must do what one can to eke some enjoyment out of the winter months. In that spirit, once the sun set and the stars came out tonight, Puck made his way out of doors for the first time in many, many weeks.

What he is doing now might be referred to as skating on the frozen lake. That is, if anyone could identify anything on his feet that resembled skates.

Or shoes.

What can be identified is a series of flickering lights, purest white, which bob about him as he goes, now at his feet and now framing his face. They might be lantern-lights, or very large fireflies.

(The smart money, of course, is that they aren't either one.)


[ooc: open 'til it scrolls, kids.]

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[sidhe_king]

The stag raises its head slowly, blinking once, and steps out towards Puck, gentle and almost cautious the way it moves.

Perhaps it's the ice, perhaps the company; either way, it doesn't seem fazed by the slow journey.

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Puck tracks the creature's progress without moving.

"Hullo," he says after a moment, the call pitched softly across the ice.

[sidhe_king]

"Hello," he calls back, seamlessly turning back to human. "You are good on the ice."

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"I think I am glad of it," Puck replies, cheerful.

"In so many other respects I am horrid."

[sidhe_king]

"I fear you are better than I on ice," Fin murmurs, sliding.

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Puck shrugs, still cheery.

"As to that, I should not fear at all-- 'tis long custom and no more."

He tilts his head back for a better view of the sky. In that way Milliways has of being too good to be true, it's a deep velvety blue-black, with the now-familiar stars burning brightly.

"Besides the which ... I seldom think to make compare between us."

[sidhe_king]

"Dare I ask why?"

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"Why?"

Puck blinks.

"Why, why should I dare to do't? There is little profit in it, and lesser sense."