Near a stream that pours off a high cliff and then snakes away is a garden, carefully tended, and a house, built of wood and stone and transmuted pearl. Fairies weed the plants. One is fixing the roof. A berrybush, hair atangle with spidery branches, is painting gold stripes onto her purple arms.
"I can probably avoid getting caught again. But I can - imagine the appeal in having somebody who can definitely retrieve me in case that probably falls through. But I don't think I can have all the things I want."
"I could visit you once in a while on leave, and look for you if I don't see you in the forest," Arcane suggests. "Less definite than being a prominent member of the Queenscourt, but also doesn't involve coming to the Queen's attention unless she has to send someone to rescue me from someone I tried to rescue you from."
"It won't be going far out of my way. I like overflying the Sapphire and Emerald Seas."
"They're very pretty. And it's only five days' fast-flight across them the way we're going. Much of the trip will be spent getting there and about a day of it will be spent crossing the desert afterward."
"I don't need rain every day. I do prefer to fast-fly over deserts even when I am otherwise taking my time. If it took more than a week to fast-fly over it I would rather go around."
Arcane finds himself charmed by the stream of nouns. He is smiling when she wakes up.
"Also varies, but generally no. And I get the longest and most frequent vacations of all of us. Some combination of being particularly trustworthy and particularly keen on long vacations."