#elsewhere

"Mash em, smash em,..." A pause "Boil em in a stew?"

"No, thank you."

Shalimar nods "Better Mein than eye"

"I can't. And I don't want to."

"It's like finding out the angels don't care about us" Shalimar says "isn't it?"

"one moment, light, the beauty, and then... you realize their halos are just a bit off"

"It's why they need us, to make them see the angels... as they should be...we bite the apple so we can guide them s o we KNOW the better them, and then we teach them. "

The mortal boy stops and looks at the jester. "Maybe."

"They are part of the dream, they would say the head. One I called Pops, the other I call 'sistah', but I've been a pain in the neck to both... because the neck can swivel the head. you see? Make them look where they weren't a moment ago"

"I don't know what that means."

"It means they were called the Fair Folk not because they always were, but because of wishing it so.. it means that their dark wolf and light wolf aren't like ours, so we feed them too... "

"They are new to the flesh, and do not understand how the flesh takes it's mark always. Find the story you want to tell, and put them in the lead of it and you'llfind they make it their story too." A pause "Savvy?"