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Falk frowns, tapping a finger on the ancient stone. "So we are decided." He was not overly pleased with the Moot, but the out come was well enough. The Summer King had become reasonable, perhaps he would survive longer than the rest in such a position. Another being would call the thought comforting, Falk called it a good time for plans to be laid. But young Winter was full of herself, flattery would best serve there. "Your generosity is most welcomed, Queen of the Court of Winter. I see the tales I hear ring true." Let Winter wonder, it would serve him best. The Fall King spared no glance for Spring, nor did he for Summer. The Queen of Spring was going to be a little fool, but best she be that fool. Falk would have her, he would bind her to the hunt she sought. Haunting green light made his eyes seem like the sicking coming of a storm, "I have nothing more to add to this Moot." Yes, this hand would play nicely.