Cupid was surprised at the sudden reappearance of the fae. "Oh! Hello!" he said, startled. "Hello, Hush." A little sunlight glinted off her fur, and it sparkled, and the little sparkles turned into tiny glowing butterflies which caught the tiny pieces of dust that had crumbled from the petals and placed them carefully back. "Oh, nothing," he told her, "the butterflies are taking care of it." As he finished his sentence, the tiniest butterfly placed the last piece of petal back in its place, then fluttered over to him, tickling his nose and making him sneeze. He snorted and snapped at it, catching it in his mouth. It exploded on his tongue, sending beautiful sensations and wonderful tastes to his brain. He grinned and looked at Hush, and just for a second, the madness that lurked below was visible.

"They're delicious," he said, "try one!" He snapped at the butterflies a few more times, catching all but three which settled on his petals. He flopped down abruptly, sending swampy, muddy water up his stomach and sides. "Oh, no!" he exclaimed, tears misting his vision. "I'm all dirty!" He scrambled to his feet and was about to rush to the stream nearby when he was distracted by the sudden overpowering sense of a dark one. He froze and turned slowly to Hush, eyes wide and full of fear. "You share a soul with one of blood and darkness?" he asked her. "Why- what- why?"

He looked at the girl sideways, head cocked. "But you're not one of them. You're not of the evil ones. You're safe." It was a curious thing, soul-bonding. When two souls entwined themselves so tightly around each other that they melted into themselves and became one. His mother and father had been bound like this. And their entire first litter had been blessed. Cupid, the eldest, had the sight. His younger sister was blind but could sense where objects were. She could see straight into someone's soul. His youngest sibling, a brother, had died at birth. But he was special. They could tell. His eyes were misted over, but not like his sister's. He was not blind. But he had something. They were never sure what it was.

This female intrigued him. Would she bear pups to the demon? Would they be gifted, as his parents' pups had been? Did she love him? Of course she did, he brushed off, their souls were one. How could she not? It is a powerful magic, the magic of the soul. Before his father, his mother had had another mate. But she fell so deeply in love with his father that she forgot him within a moon. Or that is what he had been told.