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VeronaHills, Round Twelve: Gossamer

Puck was moving away again. Hotspur and Frederick required an explanation.

"I'm in love and want to be with her" met the threshold of satisfaction held by the Summerdream faerie guardians. The clan were free to come and go as they pleased, true - and there was only so much one could do about it, in the earthly form of a cat or a dog - but Hotspur and Frederick were simply fond of their people at the end of the day. It seemed Puck was fond of Jules, so the move was understandable. This time, he assured them both, he was only down the road, walking distance for those energetic enough to follow the scent that came when the wind blew a certain direction.

Hots and Fred were older now but no less inclined to answer the call of the prince, should he ever need them. Even just to snuggle on the couch - they'd be there.

Speaking of couch snuggling, the queen was very much enamoured with Oberon's new look. His locs had been silvered; this was the most noticable change. His skin was also now lightly sketched with fine lines; these were only revealed to Titania when she traced them with her lips. She also explored the ivy patterns that unfurled around his limbs, still lush and plump and sweet as that very first night in the depths of the forest.

Hots and Fred required no explanation to leave them to it.

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VeronaHills, Round Eleven: Gossamer

Frederick was greyer in fur and needed a little more help into the bath. The faeries were glad to oblige their faithful companion.

Titania gently supported the Great Dane's limbs into the warm water that would surely ease his bones. Behind her, Puck whistled as he dropped a fishing line into the creek that swirled around the cottage. She gently shampooed Frederick's fur with a homemade oatmeal mixture. He closed his eyes and emitted a low murmur of canine contentment; she took a breath and let the spring air coat her lungs.

There were no cloying milky smells from the kitchen, no shrill radio on with water running far too long in the bathroom. Kent was gone and Titania relished in the lush setting that was now just for her and Oberon to enjoy. Their son Puck was staying for a short spell after obtaining a very special piece of paper from Mission University, but had plans to set off and marry a girl. Titania liked her - she had faerie cousins from the Greenman family, as well as fiery red hair, worthy of her boy.

Frederick nuzzled the edge of the tub to indicate satisfaction with his bath. Titania called Puck over to help him out of the water, dry him off, and give him a treat. Apart from an unfortunate run-in with a spray-happy skunk, Puck was especially good with the fauna of the village. Titania mentally readied herself for her son to take flight from their piece of faerie paradise within it, likely for good this time.

Yes, it was a good thing, to put down one's own roots. With any luck, the new patch of green would only be a stone's throw away.

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VeronaHills, Interlude: Gossamer

Titania decreed and Oberon agreed that their forest cottage should be human-free from now on. After all, being green with chlorophyll is better than being green with jealousy. Is a royal fae wedding the next decree?

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VeronaHills, Round Eight: Gossamer

"Slow morning, Kent?" Regan eyed his pyjamas and made a dry remark, as his siblings were wont to do.

Being away with the faeries (in a literal sense) had been a major adjustment, but Kent wanted to prove he was doing well, especially to Regan. Her roof over his head all those years hadn't been forgotten (Cornwall certainly wouldn't let him forget, anyway). So, to begin the duties of a good host, he threw a shirt on and invited Regan to make herself comfortable.

"I'd like to try your grilled cheese," Oberon said, slipping his hand onto Kent's shoulder.

Sheer glee propelled Kent through the brunch making process. Copious amounts of fresh bread, butter and cheese came together with a finesse he hadn't felt before. Sure, he would have put the effort in to cater for just his sister - but for his faerie boyfriend? The heat on the stove might as well have been lit under his arse.

Diners human and faerie alike were impressed with the dairy delight. Kent hoped he sent Regan off with a full belly and an impressed mindset, and if he did, he hoped she'd share it with Cornwall.

Oberon and Titania were still an item, yes yes - but could Titania make a sandwich impressive enough to pique a faerie's appetite? Or any sandwich at all, for that matter? Oh no.

No, Kent didn't think so.

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VeronaHills, Round Seven: Gossamer

A cottage cobbled of stone and wood, surrounded by a flourish of flora and a generous pond only traversible by an ivy-laden footbridge. It was so close to being perfect.

Kent had no qualms about dealing with faerie folk. He just sort of supposed things would go his way. So when Oberon promised to whisk him away from his sour brother-in-law to their own home together, Kent didn't imagine that the faerie queen, princess, and animal cohorts would be joining them as well. He was immediately outnumbered by the Summerdream royal court (sans the prince, at university), and felt immediately foolish when he tugged his suitcase into the crowded cabin. He would look even more the fool if he returned to his sister's unsurprised frown and Cornwall's rotten snickering - so here he was, to stay.

Whipping up a baked alaska gave Kent some cheer; the blue ribbon from the market's cooking contest looked good on the kitchen wall, too. Regan and Cornwall would have balked at unauthorised accessories on display in the house, if they were anywhere but Kent's old room. Oberon seemed mighty chuffed on his behalf, though, and that alone made the move worth it.

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VeronaHills, Round Three: Greenman

Nico chooses deep purple and forest green scales for her makeup - a tradition for Summerdream faeries entering their teens.

Despite being raised outside the forest alongside humans - and taking part in human customs such as homework - Nico doesn't want to forget her (literal) roots. She started as a seed of the earth, and will return to the soil at the end of her cycle, but until then, she's a protector of the green. No human can distract her from her vow. By comparison, her parents and her brother aren't so steadfast in their purpose.

The human living with them, Rose's husband Jason, is a useful guide for homework and other unusual things (Puck came to him struggling sobbing about a D report card and came away smiling). Nico can acknowledge love when she sees it - it's key for a faerie's survival! But she doesn't see the need for all the others flocking to their home lately. She knows her father is seeing a man named Kent, and she knows her mother got a little jealous about a date they were about to go on. She also knows Titania is attracting the attention of multiple humans herself, including a woman named Alex. There's even been talk of marrying the latter! Oh, it's just too much fuss and bother for Nico's liking. How can the clan thrive in their lush paradise when it's being trespassed and trampled on by mere tourists to their terrestrial vocation?

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VeronaHills, Intro: Greenman

Jason gave up his name and changed his lifestyle for the love of his green-skinned goddess, Rose. She's brought along the Summerdream clan too. Have the fae flown too close to the sun with their plan to reunite the village's feuding families?