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 Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 6:30 pm
Immediately shifting from teary-eyed to a delighted giggle, Siam dropped down again to take her former seat as she produced a handkerchief (from somewhere) and offered it to him. "Oh, I am small!" She agreed, giggling again. For a creature as small as she was, the lengths of whatever particular emotion or mood that afflicted her were just as small and it tended to shift her mood dramatically on a whim. Luckily enough, in the summer court her moods were rarely fouled.
"My name's Siam..." The brownie said with a flirtatious batting of her eyelashes, though she was oblivious to the fact that he likely couldn't have seen it while he was pre-occupied with sneezing. While Aedan continued, she looked over her shoulder at the sisters and whispered in a not-so-quiet voice, "I like your friend, Aislinn!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2011 6:39 pm
 Surprised at the sudden appearance of the brownie, a smaller, more annoying and usually unpleasant encounters of summer Fae that the Winter Sister detested, Leylia turned with her arms crossed over her chest ready to lash the thing for being so careless. But, seeing the debacle in which the brownie had caused, she found herself amused -- especially at the sight of small, shiny tears forming in the thing's eyes as she apologized profusely to the other, previously annoying Summer Fae. At least if she had to endure their presence she could be thankful that they weren't beaming sunshine and rainbows out of their asses.
So she laughed, aloud, at the tears, and then her mood dropped in dismay at the sudden change in the brownie. She could quite literally feel the warmth radiating from the two summer Fae, especially the brownie as she beamed with what seemed to be a ridiculous, adolescent reaction to the male Fae, and she made a sound of disapproval. The sight of any female Fae throwing herself at a male, literally in this case, disgusted her.
"I'm sure he's not in the lease interested in you, brownie." Just saying the name of the Fae made her turn her nose, and though she seemed cute and clean (remarkable!) compared to her fellows that were usually covered in mud, soil, and whatever insects that nested in their hair, Leylia coughed it up to whatever influence her sister appeared to have with the thing. Though she couldn't say much for her sister's choice of company, she knew that if anyone had the patience to teach a brownie manners and cleanliness then it was her. Not that she'd admit it, of course. "Don't you have a mud puddle to roll in?"
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