"The Nac Mac Feegle aren't...bad...exactly..." said Robin, wondering how he was going to explain it.  "They're just more sort of...unrefined.   Unpredictable.   More to the point, they're not your people.  They're... strangers to the Sunlit Lands. Foreigners. They came from somewhere else.  They're really decent folk, though, once you get to know them," he added. "Usually.  But they're incredibly brave, and fearsome in battle.  With the Mac Feegle on our side, we might just have a chance."<br/><br/>He seemed surprised when she reached out to throw her arms around his middle.  But then he smiled, laying his arm across her shoulders.  "I missed you too, Jude," he murmured. "I missed you too."<br/><br/>Indeed, he smelled of everything good and magical about childhood.  He smelled of warm summer days, and pine trees, and (curiously enough) snow.  He smelled of grassy fields, and dandelions, and wildflowers.  He smelled organic, like a forest in full bloom, or a farmer's field at harvest time.