"Good," he says, nibbling on Peter's neck and resuming what he'd been doing.

Peter will bravely resist the urge to make too much noise. What a good boy he is.

Such a good boy. Kaede will tell him how much of a good boy he is and make it very hard for him to remain quiet.

By the kindly ones! Kaede is so great.

He tries.

He succeeds!

Oh good!

Cuddling?

Cuddling!

"And we didn't even use any glamour to spice things up," he says, nuzzling the back of Peter's head.

"Aw, true. Maybe next time."

"Promising."

"Very promising."

Kiss!

Kiss! Snuggly kiss!

Eventually Peter looks at the time and sighs. "This is lovely, but I should go." Kiss.

Kiss. "I'll see you another day, then."

"Can't wait." Kiss.

Then he leaves.

Peter's tree is just where he left it.

Peter likes it when trees do that.

(There have been moments in his life where, in fact, that wasn't always the case and it mattered.)

Inside he goes.

His vision swims, as it always does when he walks the spiral, but he has enough practice he doesn't trip. The grass slowly changes before his eyes, there's a soft breeze, the light shifts—

—and he's somewhere else altogether. Thick trees and their roots cover almost all available space, and the pink and blue moonlights filter through the canopies, intermingling with the greens and yellows of the grass and small flowers on the ground. There is a soft rustling, and he can see the top of large antlers sticking out of the bushes over there, walking away from him. Tinkling laughter echoes from nowhere, and bioluminescent insects flit this way and that.

Peter is going to talk to antlers some other day. He absently checks his surroundings for traps while walking down the path home.

As long as he walks the usual path there shouldn't be any traps.

He passes by a small pond where four women are playing naked. Their faces are long and angular, and they have pointy ears and short, vibrantly colourful hair. They're also two feet tall each. They giggle when they see him and wave in his direction, calling for him to join them.

"Maybe tomorrow girls!" he says waving.

They pout exaggerated pouts and ignore him.

Honey Moondew, a five-foot-tall fairy with sky blue skin and a dress woven of starlight and spring breeze, flies over to him with her dragonfly wings. Her jeweled compound eyes look up at him and she grins a very sharp grin. "Hello dear. How'd your date go?"

    "A date?" another voice asks, coming from the form of an equally short fairy with skin as black as midnight and soft moth wings, naked as in his nameday. He laughs. "I wasn't aware our Human was getting dates."

"Well, you'd know if you paid any attention to anything, Dark Light of Sky," chides Honey Moondew. "This was his second date."

    "Second? Oh my, he sure should tell us all about it," the black-skinned fairy smirks.

"Hey, now. Do you think I am the type to kiss and tell?"

"Yes," shrugs Dark Light of Sky as if it was obvious. "Why not?"