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[h3][center][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QzuKa29kEpY][i]~ Fear Prize Crave Dream ~[/i][/url][/center][/h3]

[b]Time: Evening - Present Day
Location: Smithy’s Grocery Store, Las Vegas[/b]

Calmly The Ambassador brought up a hand and with it a ward, protecting herself from the shattering glass at the White Witch’s expression of frustration. Without a spell, an expression of emotion burst the glass around them. She listened, unfettered by it. Leveling her gaze evenly at the White Witch, a smile curling up when she removed the little charm. The image of Gwyneth unmistakable now. Humility and candor was unexpected, working together will ultimately benefit The Ambassador’s goals but perhaps it would be the perfect opportunity to instill some sense in the young witch. Odette knew had she been this open to anyone else, she’d have surely regretted it. A faerie noble wouldn’t have hesitated to use her words or emotions against her in the most humiliating way possible. 

Odette was reminded of her own youthful blunders and decided to be kinder. Lessons would come in due time.

When White Witch moved to Ben to calm him, Odette shared a look with Mandate and Bach. Then with a word in common fey she beckoned the faeries around them to come to her. They went with some hesitation but moved from their perches to stand behind their Ambassador, seemingly melting into the shadows but still very present.

She stowed The Sight back in her purse then stepped up to the struggling Yeong. “[color=thistle]Whatever issues you may have with the Fey please take it directly to the offending faerie. I have personally not had dealings with werewolves since...[/color]”  She began icily then paused, her memory filling in the blanks finally Bach stepped in beside her. “[color=thistle]I see now.[/color]” She turned to make eye contact with the other twin. “[color=thistle]We will have time to discuss. For now, be calm and Mandate will release you.[/color]” She said simply, then walked away.

“[color=thistle]Your resolve is admirable, laying yourself bare as you have. You will find there’s no real need to hide your face, power allows you to move as you are without leaning on a crutch as hiding your identity. But- we all know the power behind a name.[/color]” She spoke addressing White Witch, stepping over the bodies to join her at her side observing the wary wolf-boy. Her tone infuriatingly sweet, she had gotten exactly what she wanted. “[color=thistle]Trust is quite fragile and difficult to come by, as Gwyneth was sure to make a point of when I spoke to her. If it eases your mind we can shake hands on it?[/color]” Odette laughed at the weary reaction she received from the witch. She continued gesturing at White Witch, “[color=thistle]You all are only at the beginning of a quest. Several pieces of your soul are scattered, all carrying peculiar properties. Never in one spot for long.[/color]” 

“[color=thistle]Now that is decided I wish to get a proper look at your… [i]companions.[/i][/color]” Like that Odette’s heels clicked as she moved around the wolf approaching The Dover Twins, Bach was at her side keeping an eye on the wolves and vampire for her. The remaining werewolf tensed and growled but didn’t move, while the resident vampire was wondering off searching the aisles. What for, Odette didn’t bother to care.

Their heads bowed, speaking to each other in whispers, they visibly tensed upon her approach. She giggled behind a hand. “[color=thistle]You two have looked positively confused throughout this exchange, metahumans I safely presume? With some fluency in French. Your enunciation, it is not horrible.[/color]” She tapped her nose.

Bach stared up at them, at Freya. She stared back. He shifted himself, feet apart then grew larger. The sound of bark creaking as he grew doubling in height, after a few seconds he now stood face to face with Freya Dover. Yellowy green eyes staring, his clothes shifted to accommodate his new size. “[color=darkseagreen][i]My, aren’t you a curious one.[/i][/color]” He spoke in common fey. His own invisibility persisted to those without sight.

Odette carried on, now aware that Bach was testing a theory. “[color=thistle]Interestingly, Ben Dover, I have been diversifying my alliances, working with metahumans to some degree of success. Tell me, what stake do you have in this?[/color]” She said, polite and pleasant.