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[color=lightsteelblue]“Aye, I’ve not yet introduced myself. I am Niall Collins, eldest  son of Vincent and Emelia Collins. Alpha Pair to the North American Pack.”[/color] Spoke a tall handsome male, the same who had commented on her alcohol intake. She had simply rolled her eyes and laughed off the comment earlier, but now the warning made more sense. Kiki was in no state to stand up quickly and give a proper curtsy, so she bowed her head in acknowledgment. [color=red]“I am called Kiara, a faerie of the Unseelie Court.”[/color] Of course, Kiara wasn’t her full name, when a faerie revealed their full true name to another, that would give them control of their life. She also decided not to boast about her heritage. Even if some whispers were already swirling through the rumor mill because of her father’s unplanned visit, she had no desire to solidify them. Kiki wanted to remain as anonymous as possible, she was sick of being treated differently because she was royal… well, in some ways, at least. She still very much liked being a spoiled.

When Lyla struck up conversation with Niall, Kiara turned her attention back to Morgan, who was staring very intently at his glass of water. The liquid had begun to stir as if he were physically moving the cup, but he wasn’t. Even something so simple caused the faery’s mouth to fall agape in a small ‘o’. The water crawled up along the center and took the shape of a lotus flower. Frost cemented the flower in place and gave it a solid shape. Even in this rough form, it was utterly captivating. Kiara leaned forward, watching in awe as Morgan put the finishing touches on his masterpiece. The shiny ice flower now acted as a prism, bending light into rainbows that danced around the room.

[color=darkgray]“Well, what do you think?”[/color] Morgan asked as he offered the sculpture to her. Kiara was stunned speechless, she looked child who just woke up to see a huge pile of presents under the Christmas tree. Her eyes didn’t know where to settle, scampering back and forth between the flower and his face. Sure, many had tried to win her favor before, but never did one offer her something so beautiful. Kiki realized she should probably actually reach her hands out to accept the gift now. [color=darkgray]“Careful, it’s pretty fragile.”[/color] he warned as she took it. An unnecessary warning because, although she did just spill her drink like a fool, nothing in the universe could make her drop this. [color=red]”It’s -- it’s so lovely!"[/color] she cooed. [color=red]"It reminds me of the Winter Court, oh this would fit right in! I should take you there!”[/color] she was rambling in her gratitude before she looked up to meet his gaze. 

While holding the sculpture carefully in her left hand, Kiara leaned in to press her whiskey-kissed lips against his. She had no desire to cut the moment short, even going so far as to intensify the kiss by pulling his face closer with her right hand. It was a bold move - bold and claiming, but such was the way of the Unseelie. The Unseelie were as unlikely to ask for permission as they were to beg or plead, they were proud creatures who saw what they wanted and took it. Sure, that probably sounds like the way a rapist or thief might think, and it is! Looks can be deceiving - The Dark Ones are cunning and lethal, and it is very dangerous to think of them in any other way.

Pulling out of the kiss, Kiara looked anything but dark. Her cheeks were flushed and her previous yellow eyes were shimmering with a flirtatious pink hue. [color=red]“Thank you! I love it.”[/color] she said as she looked down at the lotus, her fingers still tangled lightly in his hair.