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

Falk listened to the answer with a slight smirk. Picking up the wine bottle and refilling his glass. "She will thank you for that." He agreed, a certain foreboding about his words. It was certainty born of eras of experience. "She will thank you, after she curses you and wills for nothing to do with you. As is the way with young mortal women." He gave a light chuckle, his mind fluttering back to Aisling. Though the situation and reasons were different Falk none the less was amused.

Listening to the waterfall and the music of the woods. "You still have a question, to ask." He nodded, setting the wine glace aside and summoning a book and quil to his hand to cross something off. Swirling shadows swept the items away. A raven perched on the throne far above before giving a sharp caw and flying off. Falk gave it no notice for it was a average raven. One of his many pets and beloved birds, though the King of Fall would not admit such.