Re: The hunt ; quietly
"I can try!" he said, cheery as ever. "I always try," he assured her, and the statement no longer seemed isolated to just this instance of a joke, to just this moment. His words echoed in a peculiar way, and he smiled at her, teeth and glimmering skin in the semi-dark of the tree branches.
Puck flipped upside down, his legs still hooked over the branch. He faced her, watching her wrong way face smile at him instead of frown. Much better.
"Why?" Hmm. "That's very philosophical," he observed. He swung a little, pushing with his knees, and his body became a slow, restless pendulum, thin feet kicking over the tree branch. "Why I am is to be here for the people who need me," he said. He hesitated, though. Was that really it? Was that all? "I'm the best servant in the world," he added, as though memorized from rote, and the words smoothed away his insecurity. Yes. Yes, he always hopped to.