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just come on to him?
    Tessa just glowered at the pixie and her fingers twitched like she was tempted to pick up another rock.
    Nathan reached out a tentative hand, and Season extended hers, pressing its small weight into his palm. “It’s good to meet you, Season. I assume you’re some sort of ally, or you probably wouldn’t be giggling and ogling my body.”
    “It is true, pixies are very sneaky when we want to be.” Season giggled again. It really was a delightful sound – but he could tell Tessa would not agree with him.
    “You haven’t seen any others of your kind skulking about today, have you?” Tessa asked.
    Nathan thought about her fall. Had she seen something that caused that reaction? Was it possible this tiny creature had somehow caused Tessa’s fall? They did seem hostile toward one another.
    “No. I’ve been following Nathan all day. He’s consuming all my attention.” Another giggle as Season flitted about the clearing for a moment, before returning to place her hand in Nathan’s again.
    “Did the Morrigan send you to flirt?” Tessa asked.
    Season perked up at that. “No. She sent me to spy. I’m to warn you Sidhe if Nathan is in trouble.” She smiled warmly at him. “Don’t worry. I’m the best spy.”
    “If you have such trouble with the Sidhe,” Tessa growled, “why are you serving the Morrigan? She’s Sidhe.”
    “Oh, no. She’s not. She’s Tuatha De Danann. She is of the people – the original folk. Your kind does not compare.” Season waved a dismissive hand, and Nathan watched fury bloom on Tessa’s face.
    “Okay, so how is it that I’ve only seen you a couple of times if you’ve been following me all day?” Nathan asked.
    “Remember, I’m sneaky. Here, I’ll show you.” Blip. Just like that, like turning a switch, Nathan was staring at the empty air in front of him.
    He waved his hand where she’d been, and didn’t catch a trace of her. “Are you still there?”
    Blip. “Here I am!”
    “So were you right there when I waved my hand?”
    Her head dipped to one side as she considered his question. Her wings fluttered in agitation. “I don’t understand.”
    “Were you right here?” He waved his hand where she’d been before.
    “I wasn’t there. I wasn’t here. Let’s go here, let’s go there!” Season had turned her answer into a song before he could blink, and there was no going back to serious talk.
    “If you’re going to buzz around and sing like the annoying creature you are, could you do your little disappearing act and at least leave us in peace?” Tessa demanded.
    Season whirled long enough to stick her tiny tongue out in Tessa’s direction, and then she was gone. Blip.
    Tessa watched him for a moment. He wondered if she’d close the gap between them and pick up where they left off.
    Then she waved a hand and he was dressed.
    Damn pixie.
     
     
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    “Are they like moths?” Nathan asked, jolting Tessa out of her runaway thoughts.
    “Moths?” They’d been walking for a while now in silence, and the question surprised Tessa.
    “The pixies. Their wings and skin are dusted, like a butterfly or a moth. Those creatures – Order Lepidoptera – are actually scaled. The scales are just so tiny we see them as dust. Are the pixies scaled, and shedding their tiny scales at such a rapid pace that they fill the Tir Nan Og air? That seems highly inefficient.”
    “I have no idea,” Tessa admitted. Is that why he’d been so quiet? He was thinking about the origin of pixie dust?
    “It is magical, you know,” Tessa told him. “Pixie dust is used in all sorts of spells. For creatures without a natural draw – like the Sidhe possess – pixie dust can be used to enchant a lover, or to entice someone to think like you do. They are powerful pests, the pixies.”
    “This one seemed good-hearted, if a bit too amorous for my liking.”
    Tessa laughed. “They are drawn to beauty. And she was right. You are a beautiful man, Nathan. No woman