A pixie, like the images I'd seen in the guidebook. It was about twelve-inches-tall, hovering a foot or so from Oberon's face. It spoke fast, the words running over each other in a garbled sentence, unrecognizable–at least to my ears. No one else seemed to have trouble understanding it.
Oberon nodded once to the twins and they stood, their motion as fluid as water, and followed after the sparkling dust the pixie left behind. They headed to the far wall, where a shadowed entrance was half-hidden beside a long tapestry of flowing caricatures. Once the three disappeared through, Oberon stood, his motion as fluid as that of the twins. “Follow me.”
Standing, I glanced sideways at Lee. She inclined her head towards Oberon, and I trailed behind him, my heart drumming hard.
“We have been waitin
