Firefly Glen the station on 44th

The threat that had demanded its way into Dulce’s ears was not one that went unheeded. Were she with someone else, she might have delivered one of her own, though remembering what had been done to the Blackfeather Alphess concinced her otherwise. Still, she had to say something; I’m meant to deliver you, she replied, eyes narrowing as her hackles began to slowly lower. If he didn’t want to follow, so be it; it might have even been for the better. 

Is this a favor? she then asked, wondering what significance this Pixie held. Dulce, having done most of her part, was more than happy to leave Nikan and Maegi to their own devices. Still, she thought that it might be nice to allow someone to take out a debt in her name; one never knew when they might need help.