Aisling shrunk back and now took on grasping fears as a pure expression, [color=ed1c24]"I am 'She who is born of ashes', Summer King."[/color] She stammered, her body shaking like a leaf of Falk's high trees. Her eyes looked about the hall frantically, in desperation. Searching for something to make a worthy trade for.[color=ed1c24]"Oh, please accept the deal for something of worth, I do fear the wrath of My Lord King. A Unseelie is no easy Ruler to bide under."[/color] She pleaded, he was Summer Court and they were notorious for their honor and nobility. Her large green eyes gave into tears of weakness as if she was on her last nerves. [color=ed1c24]"I would ask for less if I could, but I must come back with something of worth! Surely one so noble as a Fair Summer Fae would understand the hardship of barbaric, dark clutches! A name I was told to return with, a name or rare tidbit of news!"[/color] Aisling blinks away the threatening tears. Clearly the picture of fear and desperation.