[color=cornflowerblue]"Then it has been lovely, as always. I wish you all good health."[/color] Sorcha turned and melted into the surroundings, finding her thorn guards not too far away.

The Thorn were a group of guards who followed Her Majesty whenever she met with another court. Their bodies were nothing more than a tangle of thick, prickling vines and silver armor. They were emotionless with burning icy eyes who stood at constant attention and followed Sorcha to the gate. 

It was not long until she sensed it, the [i]wrongness[/i] in the air. The iron. It was not so strong that it gave her more than a small headache and dimmed her magyk but it was still worrisome all the same. The foliage around the gate was wilted and grey from the long time exposure. Such a thing was painful for even the Winter Queen. How long until it grew too far out of hand? She very much wanted to gross the deadly threshold but she couldn't not yet, not without taking the proper measures. She was still without an heir and it would not be wise to risk herself in such a way.