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

The clink of the wine glass being set upon the table echoed through the halls of the Fall King. Leaves fell as they always did, the falls spread their mist throughout. It was lovely, pleasant. Lacking the over refined taste of some of the other Courts, and still speaking of great power through the age it was woven. It had stood for eras of rulers but when it was built the Fae embrace this nature as if they loved nothing better, it had been a simpler time then. 

Falk leaned back in the chair, the wood protesting slightly as the muscular back of the Fall Lord forced the back of the chair. But the chair was to survive another day as Falk sighed and forced tensed muscles to relax. "That, is your greatest gift and curse. While you are Fae in our twisted immortality and power," The dryness of his voice rivaled the leaves upon his hall floor. "You were human to begin with and human you remain at your basis of hearts. You will feel emotion more truly than any Fae. We mock and say we do," The Fall Lord gave a amused chuckle, the wind stirring about them. "And we do, no doubt. But not in the same way as Mortals do. They feel it so much more vibrantly, time and experience is a fleeting thing for them. Their blood runs hot with the need to embrace all cares of life, and so the heart rules them more oft than not." 

He glanced side ways at the Summer King. "We, however, do not. Our emotions are strong, but they do not touch us so deeply. You, however, are human at your basis no matter how many spells and powers were granted to you." There was no insult, no sneer or snipping in the voice of Tegvan but rather a soft stating of facts. A almost jealous look entered his eyes, almost. The Fall Lord clamped it down, refusing the weakness to show. "So you shall feel, more than any Fae and yet your lady love will not be able to reply in kind. Her heart feeding on desire rather than love. Usefulness, and fondness." The Fall Lord gave another sigh, "It was simple back when I first walked these woods. Times turn slowly, yes, but they still turn. So tell me, youngling, as it is my question..."

"Why do you keep a human child from aging so close?" Were Feoras to look at Falk's face, he would see a knowing smile. While he asked the question, the Fall King had suspicions and the Fall King was not often wrong. But the tone and way he asked was nothing more but a spur the young stag's mind. To set it down a path upon humanity. And Falk watched with careful kindness, something that was foreign within his storm catching eyes.

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