Talk:Leanan Sidhe/@comment-27069434-20160729085715

So, one night you went to the local irish pub and came across a bunch of leanan sidhe drinking heir way to the botton of a glass, all gathered around one big glass, their small cute faces diving in and emerging a few moments later with amber drops on their tiny noses and mischievous glow in their eyes. They look at you and seem to have a bit of an arguement, laughing all the while, until the oldest-looking one - also, the most intoxicated one - walks your way and comes boldly at you, asking if suh a big and handsome fella would mind treating gals to a glass of something refreshing. A few drinks and half-assed pickup-lines on your behalf and a few articles of clothing remowed from the sidhe, you are offered a deal: since the sidhe are all of different kinds of art (writing/poetry, paining, sculpture, land desing, architecture, music/choreography, e.t.c.), one of them would treat you to a one night stand and inspirtion to produce one masterpiece in her respective field without even driving you insane or dependant on her gift.

What would you do?