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[h1][color=FireBrick] Samhain Intrigues [/color][/h1]
[@LovelyAnastasia] [@Belle] [@Fallenreaper] [@Forett]
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[h2][color=FireBrick]-Location: Under the Mountain/ Lower Quarter-[/color][/h2]

The male- Nathaniel- snorted. [color=SlateBlue]"I breaking the rules placed upon me? Never!"[/color] The fae's eyes were eerie as they swirled with silver and grey. Cocking his head, Darkwing lowered his torso so he could stare up at Erin's face. A toothy smile forming on his own. [color=SlateBlue]"The poor dear wants answers?"[/color] Rising to his proper height, the man looked at Thymund with a innocent expression. [color=SlateBlue]"Why of course she is not a snack! That would be a [i]prisoner[/i]! Not a indentured servant by Fae Law. Though the other Law does leave that up for the strongest to decide..."[/color] The newcomer looked at Erin again, with a forlorn sigh. Flipping his hand, a silvery smoke grew about Erin before it dissipated. Making sure he was standing well back as the explanation quickly came. Nathaniel was not the stronger of the two here and he knew it. 

[color=SlateBlue]"I sent her to the Quarters is all! She'll be absolutely fine there! Well, except if she for some random reasons decides to stab herself in the eye with a fork! Before you decide I'm next on the menu!"[/color] Nathaniel raised a hand as if to ward off the oncoming proverbial fork. [color=SlateBlue]"Do remember who you are mated to. She will not take kindly if you slay me... [i]Brother.[/i]"[/color] The last word turned the panicked explanation into a dart. Nathaniel had never agreed with his sister's choice of mate, but he did not get that say. The Law of their kind prohibited the weaker from rights that under other Law would be granted. Such was the Way of the Strong. A law that was no such thing, yet was. 

[h2][color=FireBrick]-Location: Court of Nightmares/Servant Quarters-[/color][/h2]

Noah would find himself not left alone to his chagrin. For over the way, swaying back and forth came a small ball of light. A chiming noise from within. It seemed to skate across the surface of the pool. It's voice singing a old rhyme as it skated about. The sprite was not a large creature, no bigger than a butterfly and with as much grace.

[i]"Old were the mountains,
Great and tall!
Young were the trees,
Weak and small!
But the trees did grow,
The stone did last!
Till the night fell,
Till the wind blast!
Then shadow came,
And we did weep.
For our King!
He did sleep!
Woke he did!
Bumped his head!
But we were happy!
He weren't dead!"[/i]

Giggling the little sprite, wasn't watching where it was going thus it gave a squeal as it rebounded off of Noah. Skipping back across the water and landing on a small lily pad. Noah would have most likely not felt a thing. But the sprite blinked at the human and clapped it's little hands in glee. For there was a human figure within the light. Though it contained no features. "Human! Human! A indentured human! You are new! You are different!" The sprite chimed with gleeful excitement. Seeming to forget it's former rebound.

However, in the main common room. The Fox has been summoned away by the Lord of the UnSeelie and thus is no longer there to give answer or accept insult. The flushing red Clarice barely able to keep from curling her lip at the harsh words of the kitsune. Narrowing her eyes at Belle, she bared her teeth- but a clear voice rang out before Clarice could say more. [color=Olive]"You do yourself no favors, Clarice Eckle. This girl is new to the Fae Realm is that not obvious? Your words are cruel and her service to you will not be given. I forbid it. Lest you wish to challenge my word?"[/color] A raven haired woman no older than sixteen glared at the red head, her hair let to fall loose around a victorian styled dress, her blue eyes gleaming with fevered annoyance. Clarice looked ready to speak against, but the stranger's next words cut her off. [color=Olive]"Do you wish me to bring this to the attention of High Lord of the UnSeelie?"[/color] Clarice's mouth snapped shut as her little gathering of women seemed to draw away from her. 

Turning on her heels the Red head stormed from the room with a spat at Esla. "Keep the dress!" Watching her go, the woman who had spoken so sharply to the red headed trouble maker, turned and walked from the common room after Clarice. Not bothering to spare a glance towards Elsa. Her face seeming slightly drawn and her brow furrowed. Elsa would see the elderly woman in the corner gesture for the poor lass who had been caught in a ugly situation to join her.
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