(Quiet afternoon at the Treehouse.... suddenly the sounds of the front door opening, and voices... Wendy leaves the office to investigate)


Thorne: You're home.
Wendy: Yeah, where else would I be?

Wendy: Nope, dinner. I don't have to leave until about 6 p.m. Why?

Thorne: (sigh) They are refugees from the war, and they are in your foyer because the Treehouse is a sanctuary.

Thorne: You really do need to learn to read pixish, Wendy. So you can read the news for yourself.
Wendy: Yeah, yeah. So, refugees from...?

Wendy: What on Earth do you fight about for two hundred years?
Thorne: I'm not sure anyone even remembers anymore. Most feel they're just fighting out of habit now.



Wendy: We do?
Thorne: Yes, we do.

Thorne: He might smell a little different to them.
Wendy: Why, because he belongs to a pixie?
Thorne: No, because he IS a pixie. That's her brother.
Wendy: Woah (thinking of Miranda) so ALL red headed pixies are trouble, then.
Thorne: (laughing) Yes, I would say so.

Thorne: Well, her wardrobe is no accident. Tegen has worked with refugees before, back in the camps after Darrigan's War. She's been so helpful, and told me that she felt it needed to be made clear to the refugees, especially coming from the Courts in some cases that the Treehouse is a very informal place. There is no Court here, there is no rank, we are all equals.
Wendy: She's expecting some of them to have problems with that.
Thorne: As am I.

Wendy: Where on Earth are they all going to SLEEP, Thorne?

Wendy: Hey! HEY! Wait a minute, you were going to sneak in refugees while I was gone at lunch, and put them in my BED?!

Wendy: Ooooh, you. (laughing) Aren't YOU the sneaky Pixie!