Riddle was weaving together flower petals, coaxing them into becoming different shapes and fitting them together with some threaded silk she'd gotten from a spider last week.  Crotchety old thing.  It had given birth to almost 3,000 little spiders, all of whom had left and gone on somewhere else in the forest.  She hated it when big things like birds or squirrels ran into her webbing and ruined her living space.  Honestly, there were so many other places to get the thread.  Other spiders, silkworms, and shedding snakes.  Leaf veins, bee hairs, and cat tails.  Or even starlight itself, if she really wanted to go through the trouble of catching it.  But the old spider, crotchety or not, was a friend.  Kassie would always run out and fetch a nice fat bug to give her, and while she coiled her silk around it, Riddle would torment whatever had busted up her home.  There were such little things in this life that brought so much pleasure.  Hearing the cackles and jeers of an over-the-hill eight legs was one of them.<br/><br/>Hearing the laughter and rolling of Kassie was certainly another.  Her beautiful sun-kissed pixie sister had bomfed her in the face with her wings just before the stuff took effect.  Not her most clandestine prank, sadly, but it more than made up for it to watch those golden locks tumble and curl against the bed, her tiny feet arching and her legs thumping and her arms holding her sides, as she laughed herself awake.  Riddle was barely able to focus on her own dress, weaving the violet petals into a sash, grinning ginormously as her sister began to fall out of her own clothes in helpless laughter.  She was so pretty, Riddle very nearly hopped into bed with her and shared in her delight.  But watching her writhe and make those beautiful song bells of manic laughter was too much of a prize.  Riddle tried to keep the volume of her own laughter down, to take it all in.<br/><br/>At last, Kassie calmed down enough to sit up in bed, staring at her and correctly pronouncing that she had been playing with creams again.  "Oops!"  Riddle giggled.  "Was it that obvious?  Next time, I'll use badger hairs!"  Then Kassie crouched down as though ready to leap upon her.  Very nearly fully dressed by now, Riddle paused while making the hat, bit her lower lip, and prepared herself.  Her wings unfurled, she stood on the balls of her feet, and then Kassie announced the day's challenge, as she typically did!  By stating the game, and then starting it instantly!  Riddle squealed and started scampering away, as Kassie soared through the air at her, catching her and gripping her hair, tickling her scalp.<br/><br/>"No! ..ahahaaha, no!  Please!!  Nah..haa.. ahahaaaa not karma!  Hee hee heee!!"  Riddle reached for a thimble filled with cold rain water.  "..I, ahaha, see your tickle challenge, hahaaa, and r-raise you.. hhaahaa, one<em>cold water fight!"</em>Riddle tried to fly towards it, and Kassie reacted by grabbing her legs and tickling the soles of her feet.  "Aaahh!  N-no, not there!!  Aaaaahahahaaa, no!!  At least.. let me.."  It was no use!  Kassie jumped on her, wrapped her legs around her and pinned her to the ground.  Her sister's bare breasts were taunting her from just over the hem of her dress.  Riddle struggled and wriggled, tears forming in her eyes as she tries to bat her arms away, while Kassie found her way under her freshly made flower petal dress, tickling her bare ribs just below her own breasts.  Riddle squirmed and giggled and writhed and struggled and very nearly kissed the beautiful blonde fairy who was tormenting her, when suddenly Kassie's head turned up.<br/><br/>Riddle turned and forgot the tickle fight entirely, beating her wings against the floor and lifting herself up, twisting in mid-air and sailing after her sister.  One thing Riddle didn't have were those spectacular senses.  Riddle knew her way around the woods, but Kassie seemed to be able to see everything going on in it at a specific time.  It made the whole sneaky trickster thing that much more fun.  Riddle was never exactly sure when she'd get caught.  Kassie was instantly excited about some heavy, slow foot prints, dashing out of the tree and chasing them, calling out to Riddle to follow.  The red haired sprite called after her, that it was just a cow on the loose in the woods.  Of course, she was wrong.  She could smell it, the sweat adorned brow of a human, a warrior, if the musk was right.  What on earth was a warrior doing in these woods, so deep?  Chasing the cow?  He<em>must</em>be!<br/><br/>Riddle followed the trail of dust left by her sister's wings, perching on a tree nearby as Kassie flew forward and landed on the human's shoulder.  He was adorable, really!  Just the kind of human that nymphs would drag off to the shores of their favorite lakes and fuck until they were addicted, and then carry them away to leave them to wonder forever if they'd dreamt it, all the while putting sour eggs in their breakfast and making off with the cream.  Or was that last part just her?  Riddle watched, grinning at how candidly Kassie offered to show him some magic.  She was guileless, at times, and especially for a hunka man meat like this one!<br/><br/>He seemed at least wise enough not to give Kassie permission, which was something.  Eldan, hm?  A cabin near here, hm?  Firewood, hm?  ..wait, so he wasn't here for the cow?  Where was the damned cow, anyway?  She couldn't smell any beef, and the chittering had stopped.  Riddle was pondering this when the unthinkable happened.  Truly, a monsterous deed that needed to be punished.  He<em>gently brushed her off!</em>It was one thing to be wise, but to be so rude about it?  Riddle's little hands balled up, and she puffed up a huge pair of freckled cheeks.  No one treated her sister like that!  And it was a great excuse to ruin his day, anyway, so what the hell?<br/><br/>Peeking around quickly, she saw what she wanted.  A large, blockish looking rock beside a stream, sitting across form an old, gnarled tree that had leafless branches shaped like claws.  Invisible for the moment, she fluttered over to it.  "Kind tree, can I borrow your visage for a moment?"  The tree, which could not nod, performed an action for which there is no human word, and gave her permission.<br/><br/>The human, Eldan, would feel a light tap on his shoulder.  If he turned, he would see nothing but trees, and instantly would feel another tap, on his other shoulder.  Again nothing but trees.  Although this time, one was staring at him.  Hollow holes for eyes and fox-fire for pupils, the knots in the trunk would ripple angrily, forming a single word, uttered furiously and accusingly by the glamour wielding pixie in the branches.<br/><br/>"..FIIIIIRRREEEE WWWOOOOOOOOOOOOODDD!!??"<br/><br/>The blockish looking rock, sensing the prank, had moved just a little more so it was perfectly behind the mans foot.  If all went according to plan, he'd topple into the stream like a buffoon, before the glamour of the talking tree faded like a bad dream.  Riddle wondered what Kassie would do with him herself!  This man had just become the most interesting thing in all the woods for them, and that was sadly a fairly unlucky place for him to be!