The little creature quickly darted in through the doorway at Minae's feet, careful to not brush against her or slip into her peripheral vision. She hid behind a chair and watched the woman place the child in a separate room, then when she came back out and into the kitchen, the Fae whisked off to the child's room. By now the pencil she'd given Minae would be back to the original form of the rotting twig she had first picked up.
Vittoria landed on the edge of the cradle, staring down at the child for a while as she debated on what to do with him. Pull on the pretty hair? Bite his fingers? None of that seemed like a lot of fun, but it would amuse the others in the Unseelie Court should she ever recite the event. Cautiously, it stepped onto the boy's arm then prodded at his eyelids with a finger. "Wake up," she murmured, the sound coming out as a hiss into the baby monitor. "Wake up so we can play."