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[color=yellow] Feoras[/color]
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Feoras watched spring leap into view with a rather nonchalant expression. His main worry here was Arys....the winter queen. He watched the goblet vanish and his flame vanished in the same moment. His stance became one of a listener with his hands behind his back. He hoped for peace...but if war was to come he would prepare for it. After all, after every fire life began a new. 

As the winter queen spoke, he could tell he would not receive anything from her. No matter what he had and no matter how he felt. He decided to speak anyway to preserve the politeness of offering trade. [color=orange]"I have fruits and other various foods to offer."[/color] he also had a few rare things that he may never offer. Things hidden away...like tears from a broken heart. Ironic that it is rare since he seems to break hearts often. 

He thought through his collection and what he may offer since it was of no more use to him. [color=orange]"I also have unicorn tears."[/color] that was rare....rare and odd. His came from awhile ago...and winter could probably relate to the story. He had the tears made into stones using a ritual...so those were something of beauty. He had enough for trade and a few for himself...along with the other things not to be mentioned yet.