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[h1][u][b]Blood's Jewels[/b][/u][/h1]
[h2][u][i]“Terreille in Trouble”[/i][/u][/h2]
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[h3][color=SlateBlue]Faeril Ashkevron[/color][/h3]
[color=SlateBlue]Location - Ashkevron Residence in Askavi[/color]
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Faeril smiled slightly as the young Grey Jeweled Queen gave a small laugh and compared the Black Widow to her Queen mother. The woman sipped from the tea, enjoying the flavor that eased the tension from her work.  [color=SlateBlue]"If you were to ask Gen or his brothers they would say it is much the same with myself."[/color] There was a tone of exasperation in the woman's voice as she gave a roll of her pale blue eyes. [color=SlateBlue]"Snarly males."[/color] The woman huffed in amusement, even as she scowled at the three empty chairs. [color=SlateBlue]"Clans... We are not so primitive, Hayllian Queen."[/color] A brow raising in warning. There was a sudden knock that echoed from the front door, causing the Black Widow to pause as she gave the door a look. Confusion flickering over her features. [color=SlateBlue]"Now why would they be knocking?"[/color] The dark wings rustled as she strode towards the heavy front door.

[@13org] The grizzled barkeep gave the stranger a odd look, his eyes narrowing dangerously as the man gave his daughter a smile. Shifting his stance, the old Warlord moved to block that line of sight giving a deep growl in his chest at the intrusion. "This here is the Winged Boar [i]tavern[/i]. Don't got beds, and none that you can share." His golden eyes narrowed at the strange pointed eared man as he growled deeply. There was, however, a thunk as a tankard was placed before the man along with a bowl of poorly made gruel. "You going to pay?" Gen looked over at the older warrior and narrowed his eyes, before turning back to the strange Eyrien and his... acquaintance? Leading them out of the tavern. The old barkeep was far from helpless and if something did happen. Well, then the man would get his wish and regret it.

[@Torack] The steady fall of rain drenched the three males who guided Lucivar and his assistant to the eyrie at the edge of the small village. While most of Aren was made up of Eyriens, the traffic of the town also came for the trade and infamous Healer- and Black Widow to those in the know. Leaving a small portion of the homes being built in the valley easily accessed by those without wings. Though the number of eyries carved into the mountain sides about the village of Aren was far more numerous. Eyries were homes built for those native to Askavi. Built into the mountain and cliffsides, something non-natives found unnerving. The steep and narrow stairs that led up the the Ashekevron home was one such example as it twisted back and forth on itself to open up into the blooming front gardens of the home. Soft light revealing life within the grey structure, as the three brothers landed. They had not bothered the shield, most likely to conserve strength just in precaution if it came to a fight.

"Try not to growl." Gen warned the male as he rapped on the heavy front door, wanting to give his old friend some warning. "She bites back." There was a slight grin, though whether the comment was in jest or not was anyone's guess. The two Rose Jeweled Warlord Princes moving to take up flanking positions on Lucivar and the battered Andressa. Though that might have been just to keep them out of the line of fire as the door was swiftly yanked open to reveal a tall Eyrien woman. Her eyes narrowed in agitation at the Green Jeweled Warlord before flickering over to Andressa and then paused on the Warlord Prince.

Red power surged and probed at the two with ruthless talons. Andressa would be driven to flinch away as Lucivar would feel the talon scrap down on his inner Ebon-Grey shields over his mind only to recoil quickly as the struck. The pale blue eyes studied Lucivar carefully as the woman arched a brow. [color=SlateBlue]"Well, I send you out with two. You return with two. Remind me to never ask you to deliver medicine for me."[/color] There was an exasperated and snarling quality to the voice as the Healer gave a irritated look at the group.

"Yes, because it would actually be a [i]horrible[/i] thing if you relaxed." Denar quipped as he eased passed Lucivar and squeezed between the shorter woman and door frame with a careful maneuver of his wings to get into the warmth of that yellow light. "How is our dear-" His words were cut off by a yelp as one of the woman's wings snapped out to smack the Warlord Prince upside the head.

"See, bites." Gen snickered as the pale blue eyes were turned upon him. "Peace. We brought the woman to be healed, the Warlord Prince is just unfortunate baggage."

[color=SlateBlue]"He is hardly so unfortunate."[/color] There was a almost satisfied note and a wild relief to the woman's eyes as she stared at Lucivar. Internally Faeril was admiring the man and cursing her bad luck. He was stronger than her, and possibly a threat. With three battered guards, Faeril was not sure she would be able to stop him if he was a threat. What a shame that would be. It was going passed uncomfortable at this point to being rude. [color=SlateBlue]"There's stew on the fire. Yes, tend to that. I shall see to the witchling. But first Warlord Prince... Who holds your loyalty?"[/color] Lucivar would note there was a far away look in the Healer's eyes as if she was looking at him and something else. He might also note the wonderful smell coming from the smell of food that was being decently prepared despite a snarl of worry from his escort at the comment of 'stew'. He might sense a certain possessiveness over this strange scent coming still from within the eyrie, namely the kitchen. The two brothers slid past Faeril into the house and to rescue their supper. Yet the woman made no move to allow Lucivar by, despite her caste as a Healer and the fact he was being thoroughly drenched.

[@nohbdies] "Thirty silver marks." The husband stated, "Lower it to fifteen if you can take a message. Your Healer seems the good sort." He gruffly noted. Eyeing the old woman and Artemis for a second longer before switching over to Vaclav. Scratching his chin the man inclined his head to the man in a silent apology. "Ashkevron eyrie. If you don't mind, I need Grandmother- not mine, just what people called her- escorted there. Things are getting rough, and well we're getting some..." He looked about at the men in the tavern. "Rough company."

The old woman smiled softly at Artemis as she tsked her tongue. Artemis would know this woman's jewels were stripped from her. Broken. A broken witch with her mind tangled in the throes of madness. "The paths. She comes with her gentle hands and eyes and offers to show me. Not yet, it's nice here." She admitted softly as though sharing a dear secret. "My boys come, they smile and laugh. It makes them happy, so I will wander a while longer."