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UN as Puck: R. Goodfellow |UN as Owen: Anonymous

"I'm an honest Puck, but one that isn't here. Leave a message and I'll answer as quick as the world can spin."

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[justdontgiveame]

"That's so kind!" Puck remarked brightly. It really was, and Puck liked both scents.

"Specifically of this type? Yes. The only ones I know who can see ideas about the future are the three Fates we met a few months ago when the labyrinth had that music and trees growing inside of it. It's never been anything I can do." To keep his hands busy, Puck braided a little of some of his hair as they moved. "But stress would explain it as easily as anything." Though the idea got him to laugh lightly.

"Here I thought this couldn't be stress because this isn't quite as busy as Manhattan or Avalon, how quickly I'm proven wrong."

But even with saying that, Puck frowned a little in thought. "I do wonder.. Stress usually doesn't cause visions."

[magusrobin]

[She nodded, remembering the three children she had met within Puck’s dream months ago. The Fates…]

Remove one stressor and others can take its place. It isn’t really something anyone can control, even if they try.

[Stress was a part of life just like any other emotion - joy, sadness, fear. Chise knew that now. Still…]

The key word being ‘usually’… this place has had some strange effects. I hope - whatever these are, visions or dreams - don’t plague you for too long. It isn’t a pleasant experience.

[Something in her gaze flickered at that, but she didn’t offer more. It wasn’t her place to explain what she meant, not while Puck was clearly working through something. All she could off was that she understood… and she could listen.]