[color=orange][h1]Falk[/h1][/color]

The goblet vanished from his finger tips as dark eyes narrowed on the Mara. How one of their kind escaped his Court to couple with Spring, the Fall King was not pleased. Danger echoed in a rumble in the sky far above, matching the thunderheads in the ancient Fae's eyes. Crossing on leg over the other, the Fall Lord spoke with a voice of power. A warning perhaps, or a threat. Either way, the wind swooned to hear it and the stone creaked about them. "Aye, let the Moot commence." The goblets vanished in a whirl of shadow their liquid sloshing over any near. Leaning forward, his long fingers steepling before him. "Perhaps this Moot shall go to please us all and set grievances aside." Falk spoke easily. Peace or war was no matter to him. Winter's scorn of Summer was hopeful as Summer's kindness towards Winter was not. But he could use that, he would use it. Ever as he had in the ancient pasts. But the Mara, he refused to acknowledge as Ruler. It was a Mara, a nightmare or blissful sleep. Something he would have under his command once more. He would teach the young Spring Ruler why his true predecessor Cernunnos had not struck at him in out right challenge. But first, there were other games to play. Adopting a smirk, Falk gestured for Winter to begin with a wave of his hand. A half nod from his head. "Ladies first, Queen of the Court of Winter."