The sprite was in heat waves of heat. His thoughts On his wife he left to find new fun with new people, This was a forest where he dared not travel before but he knew of its exsitance. He didn't want to be there because he was afraid of the power of such places but if he was king he had to prove it to his subjects by making his throne in such a place. the seat would be of wood and the area would run red with the wines and gold with the sweetest of mead when he was done with this place. Fairies were known for there love of alcohol and mind altering subtances.. so Oberon became distracted from work with his play and stopped after the steams of wine and mead were complete. he rested after consuming more than his fill in a common stupor of intoxication a joy passed out on the site of his new throne as the king of the fairies mumbling in his sleep about some woman he didn't know.