"If you keep an eye out on the wee ones, I'll go shower quick," Angus told Marcus.
"Go ahead. They're fine," Marcus said. Angus went upstairs and showered and changed into simply some pajama bottoms. He gathered up a fresh change of clothes for tomorrow and brought them downstairs with him. When Angus was finished, Marcus went up and showered and started his nighttime security checks.
As the house was quieting, Edward came over.
"I hear we have some new family members," Edward said.
"Marcus told you about them," Angus said, pointing to the basket. "Yes. It's very different from what you and I are used to." Edward didn't get overly close, but he looked in the basket.
"He's wearing white and green?" Edward asked very softly, when he leaned up again.
"Yes. Is that significant?"
"Perhaps. Consider that fairies are industrious creatures. Most of their kind are gatherers, crafts people, builders, that sort of thing. Agrarian, not a hunting society. They're too small for that. And, because they're so tiny, while they're out working, they need to not be seen any more than necessary, so they're going to need to be wearing largely shades of green to blend in with their woodland surroundings. A fairy wearing white would, then, be quite extraordinary, I should think."
"You're thinking he may be of a higher class."
"Most assuredly. Not necessarily a royal, but perhaps. The fact that he does not have a crown or a circlet of any kind would certainly seem to discourage that. What color is she wearing? The blanket covers her."
"Pink."
"Well, that might or might not be significant. Some of the females have duties related to flowers and nectar and such. However, it could be. Perhaps we'll know in time."
"If they're important, there could be others looking for her."
"Well, maybe. Have there been fae here before?"
"Not that I've ever experienced in my time here," Angus said, "but that doesn't mean they weren't here. We didn't know we had bowtruckles either but we have them now."
"Well, its getting harder and harder for fae to survive out in the muggle world. They're a bit safer in our world, but unplottable properties like this one is going to become more and more essential for any sort of magical creature the more that the muggles expand. If we can offer them a tree or a place for tiny ones like this to survive, who are we to not extend such kindnesses? Certainly we would want someone to be kind to us if we were in their tiny shoes?"
"Well, I am 100% certain that Brian is going to feel that way when he finds out. I am guessing that he isn't going to sleep tonight. He's going to be with Abbey tonight. I could take a moment and go ask him. It isn't going to matter so much for a few days, but I know he's going to be captive tonight and awake. Maybe he'd welcome something else to think about for a minute."
"I agree, but I also agree that you already know his answer," Edward said.
"I'll take first watch," Marcus said, "so you can talk to Brian and then get some sleep. You can spare me halfway through."
"That would be better," Angus said. He transfigured his pajama bottoms to jeans and picked up the shirt from the outfit he'd just brought down, and slipped on his slippers. "I'll be back in a minute." He apparated over to the main house.
"And I'm going to bed," Edward said. "Goodnight, you lot. If you need anything, speak up." He headed back to his place.