[h1][center][b][i][color=SlateBlue]Faeril Ashkevron[/color] & [color=FireBrick]Gen Saroth[/color] & [color=Magenta]Queen Heketah[/color] & [color=Gold]Dujae[/color][/i][/b][/center][/h1]
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Dujae nodded at the look that he recieved from Faeril and also found himself rolling his eyes in response to Gen. These two...they may either survive or die horribly. His attention quickly pulled back to the entrance as he focused on weapon checking. 

Heketah meanwhile, moved toward Faeril with a friendly appearing smile. Her walk being over done wtih swaying of the hips she stopped before her. Her hands clasped in front as she waited for Fae to do the proper formal bowing to show respect for the queen. There was a certain deadly sweetness about her, as if at any moment she could decide to stab the person in front of her. 

After giving a scowl down her nose at Onyx, her icy gaze snapped to the woman before her. A presumptious woman bearing a title that did suited her as much as ale suited Faeril. Only in pretense. Knowing what must be done however, Faeril dipped low, flairing out the sides of her gown in a curtsey. Her dark wings remained still, as if she was worried about knocking into something or someone. Ashkevron was well aware of exactly how far she could open her wings, she simply chose not to. This was not her Queen. Her gaze lowered slightly as she flickering thought of the childern this woman most likely could have alive and well. Poor things with such a cold woman for their mother. Playing herself- and her own reactions- like a flute. Greed flickering slightly in her eyes as she looked over the dress, and the womb that could bear the living. [color=SlateBlue]"A pleasure to make it to such a fabulous event, Queen Heketah. Courts far from here must look on in envy."[/color] She spoke, her words careful and hinting at her own envy but for a different reason.

Gen had followed suit in a bow, though he had noticed the Queen long before she stood before them. Letting his gaze follow her briefly as he seemed to admire her beauty. In reality he was judging a threat, albeit lazily.  Surely courts did look in envy. But what price had she paid for all this glamour and glee that surrounded her? Gen's eyes drifted elsewhere and flickered back every so often. Not wanting to stare, yet not able to help himself. Did this woman know nothing? You didn't flaunt everything unless you really had problems.Then again that explained a few things, he noted to himself.

Heketah gave a pleased smile and dipped her head quickly in response to the praise and the curtsy from Faeril and then another head nod aimed to Gen. [color=magenta]"I am pleased that you were able to arrive. I do hope you enjoy the festivities.[/color] She then sighed. [color=magenta]"Before I leave you to it...I do have a proposal for you"[/color] She seemed to be ignoring Gen completly for the moment because well...that one was an escort and not as important as the main individual. To her Gen was like a limb, there but not as important as the head. [color=magenta]"My proposal was for you to join one of my circles. I would be very pleased to have a healer such as yourself in my ranks."[/color] In her mind this woman could not say no. Though, there were some that would attempt to...but she always got her way.

Faeril smiled, her eyes alight with the prospects. Prospects of being in this court to possible tear this woman down and toss her to the wolves. Her mind gone and body ravaged by the tortureFae could impose upon it. But that was not likely. This Queen seem clever and to have eyes. She needed more information- details- and allies before she would attempt such a feat. But it was tempting, so tempting! A sorrowful look flittered across her face as she pursued her lips in annoyance at the thought she could not rid this world of the horrid skank that stood before her. [color=SlateBlue]"You honor me, but I fear I cannot accept at this current point in time. I am a Healer and thus, I do not believe you would want for a Healer who abandons her studies half way through only to turn about in time and find a disease she dismissed now ravages the land."[/color] She sniffed comtemptously. [color=SlateBlue]"I found a dismal hermit a while ago who seems infected by some strange parasite. I would rather rid him of it than risk it beginning to infect the long lived races."[/color] A short lived Queen was dangerous but a long lived one would ruin lives for generations potentially. Let this woman think her of being imperious about the long lived races being better, or disgusted by those poorer than she. [color=SlateBlue]"I do see a job through, one way or the other. Leaving it undone and a potential harm to your society would be a deteriment to this potential offer."[/color] Faeril shook her head with sadness, allowing disgust to show on her impassive face. [color=SlateBlue]"Sadly to take the job then treat him... I fear he has some misconcieved conception about your fair Court and Courts in general. Foolish being."[/color] Oh she was sure her patient had misconcieve perceptions, because of this court. This woman. It only cemented her resolved to heal him. To do as should be done.

Heketah listened patiently. So she was being denied, but she did not see through the lie...luckily. She sighed sadly and nodded. [color=magenta]"I understand completly fair healer."[/color] She lightly adjusted her necklace before nodded as if she had made up her mind about something. [color=magenta]"My offer will remain until you are able to join of course"[/color] he then finally looked at Gen. [color=magenta]"And of course the offer extends to you. After all, a healer should not be without her escort"[/color] She gave a small smile and began to walk away the same saunter to her steps. She called over her shoulder, [color=magenta]"Please do enjoy the rest of the ball at least"[/color] She had her next target in sight and was already headed toward them.

Healer and escort inclined themselves to bow as the Queen walked away. Both breathing slightly easier. They had dodged a arrow there. Now they just needed to dance through the ball a little bit longer. Then, they would be off. Gone to the wind. Already Faeril was plotting ways out for her, for Gen, and for his kin. Kin who had been so good to her and had taken her as their own. Despite-or rather because- of her little secret.
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