Hushed Willows Which way are you goin', which side will you be on?

She listed a few names, though in truth, Rafferty kept very few close to his heart- and that list was a constantly changing thing given his fickle he was, and how often he estranged himself from others because of his roaming eye. "Bridget..." He said, his memory snagging on that particular name as though it had once been on his roster. "A fair blonde, with green eyes?" He asked, searching to see if those particular traits matched up with the name he thought he remembered. The question was fairly casual in nature, given the fact that the memory lacked clarity and conviction. 

"But what of the Faerie Queen herself?" He asked, turning his beachglass gaze to her then, a cheshire grin stealing its way across his features. "Has she any favoured drones waiting for her?" He asked daringly.