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[color=Pink][h3][i]“We have company,”[/i][/h3][/color][/center]

[b]T[/b]he smooth  honeyed whisper slid expectantly over soft luscious warm red lips. While gentle, her words did not go unheard. 

Things were about to change. 
It was in the air, it was in the earth. For they were on both borrowed time and land. But now, their time had come. Noted and unwelcome, things could not continue the way they were. It was something they all understood. This was Alexina’s territory after all and even she as weak willed as she is, wouldn’t stomach trespasser to linger too long on her lands without a blessing.

It was a shame, for the land here was comfortable and had become a home. It was a proper land that had been allowed to flourish under the careful guidance of true born witches. Their camp, resting in the great shadow of the tallest and oldest oak tree of the entire forest, consisting of six mossy huts drawn from the very earth on which they sat, and blended in perfectly with the surrounding foliage. Practically invisible. To the east a great mossy boulder protected their side and owned the area.

Already change had begun...

The sweet playful song of the forest, that uplifting soul soothing tune that seemingly had forever wrung out throughout the clearing, dancing among the shrubbery and plants, circling around the great central tree, the very rhythm of nature’s optimism itself, came to a sudden and abrupt end. It’s presence never more clear until overtaken by an abundant silence. It left in its wake a hollow emptiness and the once beautiful serene clearing already felt a bit duller.

The source of the once beautiful melody, a small spritely blonde pixie like witch, slid down from a young tree far too thin and feeble to hold even her small frame, yet somehow it did. 
Worry and concern of those whispered words filled her brilliant innocent big blue eyes. She was the [i]keeper[/i]. The personification of child like wonder, curiosity and purity. A speaker to nature and protector of.

Even the near distant fog only a quarter league away, bringing with it the raising dead and other unknown ghastly horrors, did little to concern her as this did. This, this was something else. 

Also not pleased with the news, two figures eerily emerge from the shadows in silence. Almost identical in appearance with dark hair and deep eyes, faint features of gender the only thing to separate these identical twins. [i]The scout and messenger.[/i]

The lady who spoke whispers was their [i]leader[/i], and therefore responsible for what happens next. A sultry woman appearing in her mid thirties, that is if one could take all the benefits of ageing and none of the drawbacks.
Hiding the concern in her voice she smiles assurance to the fae like child. It was a fruitless exercise. 
Turning to the twins she asks.
[color=Pink][i]“Where is the seeker and her slave?”[/i][/color]

[color=gray][i]“Preparing.”[/i][/color] They replied in dry unison.

[color=Pink][i]“Very well, we will do the same.”[/i][/color]