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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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The two Eyriens had escorted their mother into the dinning room to make sure the woman was eating well. Belor [b]vanishing[/b] his war blade as he tucked his wings tightly to his frame lest he accidently bump something off the table. While that wasn't likely, the Warlord Prince didn't want their resident Healer and Black Widow going for his throat. They had been friends since Fae had turned up dragged along by a joyous Gen who proclaimed her his. Nevermind that even back when they were young that Gen showed more interest in boys than girls. She was his and she had agreed that he was hers. A slight smirk graced Belor's lips as he remembered their protests and their mother's insistence that, as they had claimed her, Fae did have a say in things now too. Their families had grown close and when the Old Queen and Fae's Black Widow aunt died, the brothers had risen to the killing edge to help their friend and family met out the proper punishment.

So when a stranger appeared within the eryie looking like a predator despite the fact he was merely a Prince, Denar and Belor's attention shifted from doting over their mother to the strange male. Both were a step away from the killing edge even though they wore lighter jewels than most in the room. That was what held them back from drawing blades as they glanced to Fatima, waiting her decision. Belor shifting his form to cover the exit out of the kitchen and Denar moving to flank their mother and future Queen. Though they didn't feel the pull that Faeril's Mother had discribed to them back when they had been learning Protocol, they didn't exactly care. If this Queen had Faeril's support then she had theirs.

"You speak familiarly with the Queen." Belor rumbled deeply with narrowing eyes, as he flexed his hand as if testing to see if he could grip that massive blade he had again. "What do you mean 'bed used for the session'?" Denar demanded sharply as he bristled as well. "Lady, I find it hard to believe that Healer Faeril Ashkevron would be so exhausted." Belor nodded his head slowly.