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And there she was. A gorgeous young woman, sitting on the roof of a short, abandoned stone building, vibrant red hair matching the tips of her wings. She was idly swinging her legs, slowly, and smoking, her piercing blue eyes instantly finding him as he walked around the street corner, like a hawk's. She smiled.

Flicking the cigarette butt to the street below her, a new one was already in place behind one pierced up ear, and she shoved off the building, wings opening to slow her fall, and turn it into a graceful descent. Pierced brow raised, she leaned a hip against the building's wall, waiting for him to approach, arms folded.

"Which do you prefer?"

Name, she meant. Apparently, she knew who he was. Aurora, or Briar? How would he introduce himself to the sensual, older woman?

Q'pid raised an eyebrow, looking for a second disappointed, before shrugging and leaning close to grin in his face. Cute, for a girlie boy. Still, she was the dominant type. He was already losing a few 'I want to help you' points in her book, though.

"Tch, too bad. Briar is a lot stronger. Wild. Y'should listen to Mede more often, yanno."

As a cupid, she could basically eavesdrop/look in on any Fable she wanted to, when they were thinking about love or sex, or with someone they were at all interested in. If she really wanted, she could even influence it.

"Come, sit with me, boy. Whad'ya want?"

Perhaps they could make a trade of sorts.

"Describe the dream."

She knew a lot about Aurora. Not everything, because she wasn't overly interested him. In fact, the only reason she knew anything was because she got bored a lot, and needed hobbies. Hence, watching other people's love-drama. Medeine was particularly interesting.

Pulling on a wall with her hand, she used her wings to give her a quick boost into the air, and came to rest on top of it, leaning back to pull Aurora up after her. Easy enough. She was far stronger than she appeared. She was also only 5'2", but whatever. Tilting her head at the far taller male, Q'pid smirked.

"I only see your sexual dreams, buddy, so I don't know about this one."

"That's because of your Fable, dumbass. It's how you're almost killed in it. Obviously. I won't tell you anything more about that. Or at least, I won't tell you anything more without recieving something in exchange."

Her grin was wicked now, and she leaned toward him, enjoying his blush viciously. A hand reached out to stroke his cheek, and she chuckled, huskily.

"Y'have some... interesting fantasies, m'boy. Not so innocent in your dreams, are you?"

On the street, meanwhile, a pair of female figures began making their way through the center of town, much the same way Aurora had done a few minutes earlier. The taller of the two was brunette, her long mane flowing like wild silk across the back of a deep crimson cloak. Dressed in a metal-studded leather battle skirt and shorts, knee-length boots and a tight bodice over her blousy green top, she moved like a fighter in the making, a combination of grace and elegance that hinted she would be something to see once she finally grew up. Piercing eyes like emeralds dominated aristocratic features - not surprising, really, since Morganna Le Fey Traverse was a queen as well as a warrior.

At least, she was going to be. Once she was older.

"I still don't see why we're here." The second girl was smaller, slender, with short hair like spun gold. Her eyes were sapphire, though the elegant cast of her face suggested she, too, had some noble blood. Though considering she was near to pouting at the moment, it was kind of hard to tell. "It's empty."

"Yes, but that doesn't mean there aren't things to find." Morgan explained patiently, for what sounded like the tenth time. She was giving her little sister a bit of leeway - after all, Marian hadn't seen Robyn in months, and their separation had made the normally level-headed blonde a bit annoying. And dense. Shifting the sword she kept belted at her side - she was a lady, and ladies of her family never went unarmed into strange territory - she added, "There may be something or someone here to help us find 'Deine and Robbie. So we're going to look."

"Again." Marian muttered despondantly. Unlike her sister, she was dressed a bit more 'normally,' in fitting jeans, boots and a blousy top of her own in blue. Although she too wore a short blade sheathed at her hip.

For a moment, neither seemed aware of their 'companions.'

Aurora couldn't help but sigh in relief as theo lder woman pulled away from her obviously distracted byt the two newcomers. A hand went to clutch his clothes jsut above below the throat as if he was trying to stop his heart from coming out of his chest. The flush across his face was hard to miss, but he tried to recover quickly.

He looked down to the two girls both he couldn't recal meeting before. As if he wanted to shrink into a ball and dissapear his thoughts continuously drifting back to the underwear in his lute, he seriously hoped no one would ask him to play. The lute didn't play well with stuff...well stuffed into it.

Aurora had never heard of a Robbie before, but the fact that he had been so close to Q'pid made him more nervous. And now there were more women he felt the ruge to sigh. Can't he just...be normal? Lead a quiet yes musical life?

Ah well. Trying to calm his racing mind he looked to the two girls down below and offered a smile and wave. he still looked nervous the poor boy. But at least he was putting on a brave face right?