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- The fairies on the floor and in the trees and fluttering back and forth all rose a raucous cheer. Makepeace's grip on Jay's shoulder tightened to the point of pain, as if he expected Jay to do something foolish and wanted to warn him off it, even though Jay planned nothing whatsoever. Onto the stage descended a throne of gnarled sticks, some budding bright red leaves.
- Seated on the throne was a woman who might have been human. She looked only slightly shorter than one, and was proportioned like one, and had a human face, and human hair, albeit in shades of green—her skin slightly tinted green too. A flower crown adorned her head. Instead of clothes, something like henna covered her arms and legs and torso, the designs as varied as the court over which she presided, entire whimsical and rustic tales in tattoo: a bard on a rock fluting to deer, a shepherd sleeping while a wolf stalked his sheep, a lovesick girl baring a dagger at her breast. Antithetical to the rest of her nearly nude appearance, though, the queen wore two beat-up brown boots a size too large for her.
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- [6] Trickery, Stage Machinery
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