Warm lights reflect in solid azure orbs as the fleet of paper lanterns escape into the sky. A soft sigh escapes his pale lips as the Fae feels a faint breeze press against his back. High above the revelry, the figure clad in blue and white watches those below expressing feelings he has never know. The joy and exuberance is completely foreign, and a part of his mind wonders what it would be link to feel something like they do even once. Flexing his back and shoulders he shifts into a more comfortable leaning position as he watches for a good opportunity to move out.

The young Fae had set out from his house several days ago. The glade in front of the small hut had been filled with school kids getting a lesson on nature from and elder Fae. At the sight of him many of the children ran to the teacher, and with herding motions she moved them away quickly. He'd ignored the actions for the most part, but a single set of eyes amongst the children had stayed on him even as the owner of those eyes we lead hastily away. He watched the little one out of sigh, as always a little curious when it comes to those who act different from the norm set by their peers. [i]The rest had been afraid, so why was that little buy not?'[/i] But it was no matter. He had to go check for jobs.

Unlike the rest of his kin, Rei lives a life outside the forest. While he spends much of his off time deep underground in the archives, Rei does not truly live with his fellow Fae. His life with this race ended long ago when in one night he'd lost his home, his parents, and his identity as a Fae. He was taken away from the warm grasses and cool waters of the ancient forest, and was forced into a life on the road. Traveling here and there, watching as his guardians killed any number of people in sometimes fascinating or complex fashions. The taking of a life became as natural to him as eating or walking. His guardians though did teach him that killing randomly is pointless. One should always get something out of the deal.

That lesson stayed with him. Despite falling into his new life and accepting it whole and complete, he still grew inside him a need to avenge the death of his past life. He took out one after another, until the man who had had the biggest impact on his life, raising him like a son. As the lights left the man's eyes, he told Rei that he understood, and that he was proud of him. Those word, his last words, gave him the final farewell to anything he once was. His was the only body he bothered to do anything about. The man had, long ago, told the boy that he grew up near the sea, and he missed the sound of it. It took several months, but when he at last reached the ocean he found a high cliff and pushed the body over the edge. When he finally returned to his people, Rei took that image of the sea and made it his own. He fashioned his clothes after the waves, where the second chapter of his life now rests eternal.

The only thing left from that chapter is his job as an assassin. After returning to the Faewood Rei set up a place on the plains for people to leave him jobs. He'd made himself quite the reputation amongst those who use an assassin's talents often, and it didn't take long to establish a manner for people to hire him with ease. About a days travel from the woods is a large open plain, close enough to a town to make a reference point, but far enough so that the local farmers don't use the land for grazing. In the middle of a large crevice almost completely surrounded by tall hills he sunk a thick post deep into the earth. After he was sure it was in there good, he hollowed it out enough to hold a note on the mark and a bag with his payment. He'd never stiffed a client, so most were willing to pay up front, but for some marks they insist on half before, and half after.

Such is the job he's now on. The note had been brief, simply stating the name, location, and a day where the job may be a bit easier. The note, now tucked inside his skin tight clothing over his heart, smells faintly of flowers and tobacco. The pay however is stashed away in a safe place for him to pick-up when he heads back after the job. The amount is impressive, easily double his normal fair. And it's only half. In his mind Rei's already worked out what books he wants to buy with the total amount, several of which he's wanted for some time after seeing them referenced in other books. 

The wind shifts, tossing his light hair from his face off to his left. His body tenses, eyes beginning to scan rapidly over the activity below. [i]'The guard are moving. Something has drawn heir focus'[/i] His muscles bunch and in an instant he's climbed on to the rail he'd just been leaning on. Turning from the people lights and joviality he launches himself up to the rooftop just overhead and takes off full speed for the edge. His small form launches into the air, a cloud passing over the larger of two moons so that even if someone were to look up they would not see the Fae flying through the air towards the roof of the guard tower attached to the outer wall of the castle. With practiced ease he catches the edge of the roof with one hand and hangs there for a few seconds before swinging himself up on to the roof proper. 

Standing slowly his cold eyes survey the castle. For the full day prior he'd mapped out what he could of the castle from outside observations and listening in on servants who worked there, having a night cap at the local pubs. His eyes trail up the gray stone walls, counting windows until he locates the one he's looking for. His eyes narrow as the window's shutters are closed by what he knows to be the target's personal servant. Moments later the light behind the glass goes out and as if it was the signal he was waiting for, he begins to move. The grounds are mostly deserted, the revelries kept mostly to the town and inside the castle proper. Using the roof of the stables set against the outer wall he drops down to the ground and presses against the rough hewn wood to take stock of things from ground level.

His attention is drawn to the sounds inside the stable and he slides down ever so slightly to peek through a knothole. [i]'Stable workers, horse master. A party for them alone'[/i] Breathing slowly through his nose he crosses the distance between the stable and the greenery pressed against the castle's walls. Observing the stones closely while crouched inside the foliage he reconfirms that the spacing is conducive to his work. [i]'The years of this being built were of the time where uneven and textured was thought to be best'[/i] Taking once last look around the grounds Rei turns to the wall and finds some finger holds in the uneven surface. Like a spider he crawls swiftly up the wall. His fingers and toes dig into the wall between the slabs of stone and in no time he's at the window. Pulling a small slip of metal from a spot behind his ear he slips it between the two window panels. Sliding it up genitally he unhooks the little latch. He quickly tucks the metal back into place and pulls the windows open slowly. Cracking the shutters he examines the room for movement before pushing one aside and slipping in. [i]'There is a breeze tonight'[/i] Turning her closes the window carefully and latches it so the breeze doesn't pull them open. The noise would be enough to wake his target, and if not that, the draft.

The room is richly furnished, like many of his targets' bedrooms, and Rei takes little notice of the garishness. Instead his eyes are drawn to the large bed, upon which his target rests. An eyebrow raises as he moves closer and he gets a better look at him. [i]'Young looking, despite his reaching his twenty first year today'[/i] His gaze moves over his figure, picking the place where his blade will take the young man's life. His eyes trace over his face, and up over the blond mop spread over his pillow. [i]'The rumor of his hair is true. My glimpses of him yesterday were only while his head was dark. He must hide it'[/i] A faint burning begins low in his belly, just as it always does before a kill. Using skills natural to his face, the Fae mounts the bed slowly without disturbing the sleeping man. 

His crawl is slow but steady. The smell of alcohol. [i]'He's been drinking'[/i] He relaxes ever so slightly. He learned long ago how much the effects of the intoxicating beverage can aid in a kill. Soon he is at the young man's side. His breath s low and shallow. [i]'Still asleep'[/i] Reaching to his waits, Rei pulls his blade. Moving slower than ever he shifts a leg over the target's chest, pinning his arms genitally to his sides with his thighs. The position is perfect. He moves his blade into position. Th point hovers, touching down ever so slightly right above the place he plans to plunge it in. making sure his hand is steady he reaches out and strokes his hand genitally over the boy's brow, humming low in his throat. As soon as it seems like the target is waking he presses his hand down on his forehead to keep him for trying to it up. 

“I have a blade over a life vein in your neck.” He murmurs loud enough for the young man to hear. “I will be taking your life tonight, and if you don't try to scream, I will also take with me your final words.” He tilts his head to the slowly side as he gazes down at his target. “Tell me, what words do you wish to leave with me before passing on to the next?” His voice is cold, indifferent, but as he speaks the final line a note of true curiosity rings at the end of his question.