[color=orange][h1]Falk[/h1][/color]

The Fall King's lips twitched in a smirk. "Actually my question would be second. You have just asked one." He pointed out with an amused glance towards Feoras. Appearing to stare off into the distance of the darkened hall, the Fae lights of will-o-wisps flickering and gleaming. Imprisoned for their own wrong doing from ages long ago, a uprising of such annoyance Falk had forever condemned them, though he took care to release one every so often. Promising them all they would leave their bound structures, so long as they would send another in their place so often. After several centuries the funny little creatures had changed the former imprisonment and ransom into a place worthy of respect. Often the small and, literally, brightest of the Fae would argue and bicker for a place to light the King's Hall and it's grandeur.  More than once the Fall King had to turn down proposals for more 'lamps'. He enjoyed the darkness, and often times he had to reming the wisps of such a thing. They would never betray, for they could not. The spell lanterns allowed no sound in, though they once allowed it out. But the constant chatter of pixies and wisps had near about drove their King mad with the blabbering of nonsense.

Dark eyes flickered to the young stripling. The young stag and the ancient one sat side by side. "So, youngling..." He scooped a glass of wine from the table between them holding it with a particular care. "You are bothered by my courting of your lady. Or so you would like it." He leaned back, watching the Summer King out of the corner of his eye. "You were raised by Fae and made Fae from your birth near about. A shame, I dare say. The human heart offers so much that we Fae lack. You are bothered but you do not know why. . ." Falk gave a true chuckle, a deep rolling sound. "Do you feel as though your heart may burst from your chest so that tears may never fall from her eyes again, that your life would be hers if she but asked?" There was a odd quality to the Fall King's voice when he asked his question, it was almost a kindness. "Think on your answer, Season-born, and think very hard."

[color=green][h1]Aisling[/h1][/color]

Aisling flopped upon the bed, dressed in warmer clothing and detesting the Queen. For all her words she was still a Fae. A nasty, horrible Fae Queen who only wanted what she wanted. Never mind those about her. Though the goblins and creatures of winter did not have the beauty of Fall, nor their terror. The latter she was thankful for. Fall Fae were beautiful but they were also terrifying with their hidden dangers. Death came close on their heels and terror in their hands. Falk was the best and worst of them. Though, no Fall Fae acted outside the bounds their king set. They did not harm unnecessarily, not without the Fall King turning upon them with rage that sent his Fae trembling.

Stroking her harp, she played softly. Lacking of things to do and the music her last and only comfort left if she was honest. Books were not her forte, the current style of writing lacking her victorian tastes. Though a thought came wondering in her mind. She could not eat. Not here, there was no mortal food. Nothing sealed. Terror gripped her, as her lips firmed to a thin line. "The precious mortal requires food." She called sarcastically into the hall. "Sealed, packaged food from the Mortal Realm." She specified. "I may eat nothing else, per the Fall King's ancient orders when first I came to your disgusting Realm." The last sentenced muttered under her breathe as she shut the doors and returned to strumming her harp.