The Fall King smirks. "Alas, no. A human may only take the season to which they are...." He musses with a hand rubbing his lean chin. ".. trained to. If such were possible I would change her into a sprite of Fire for my own amusement and place her within a lantern to light my hall." Aisling says naught, other than to clench her fists and stiffen her jaw. Furious at her Lord she strains to attack, to scream her fury at the fairy. But she could not, it was not the time nor the place. She had a potential to be free and she could seize it. Her emotions warred within her as Falk's eyes danced with amusement.