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[center][h3][color=8519A2]Location: Winton[/color][/h3]
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The creaking of the chair that had been a steady beat ceased as Fatima stated her wish to cross over. The elderly priestess narrowed her eyes slightly as she studied the young Hyallian Queen, her gaze sweeping over Gennar and Mikhail as well in a speculative look. "You wish to cross over, despite what I've warned you?" Though question it was, there was no real wait for a response. "You seek a safe haven in Kaeleer, and you a Grey Jeweled Queen. A wonder you weren't broken on your Birthright ceremony. I hear Hyall is especially vicious about Queens they cannot control." The creaking rock of the chair began again as the Summer-sky Priestess spoke, her expression impassive save for the glint of amusement and curiosity in those old eyes. "Tell me this, what would you do in Kaeleer? Would you seek to take land from the other Queens? Carve out your own piece to rule as other Queens have done here?" There was a bitter laugh as Olenna smiled at Fatima. "Do you think crossing into Kaeleer is so easy? The Priestesses tend to keep the way shut per their Queen's demand- in both of the living Realms. Keeps the taint of the Blood in Terreille and out of Kaeleer. I can open the way to Kaeleer, but I will need time to make the candles and I find that I would like an answer. What [i]would[/i] you seek to do in Kaeleer? I'd rather not go down in history as the dodgy old woman who caused the taint of the Blood from Hyall's influence- which you are- to seep into Kaeleer."
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The large eyrien gave Dareen an amused look, chuckling a deep, friendly sound. [color=Tan]"How long have I known Fae?"[/color] The smile that tugged at Denvar's lips was positively smug. [color=Tan]"She was about four feet tall and just had her birthright ceremony. A tiny little witch with all the sass and seriousness of Queen. Given her mother was one, it's not really a surprise."[/color] Taking a long gulp of the scotch, the Eyrien leaned back against the chair. [color=Tan]"She was just learning the Black Widow's craft, apprenticing under her aunt who wasn't as horribly serious as she is. So I'm thinking she probably got that from her da. Met him once, Lord Falkar. Ever see an angry rooster? Yeah, that'd match him just about."[/color] There was a snicker to the Warlord Prince's voice hinting that he might be the reason that Lord Falkar was puffed up like an angry rooster at the time. [color=Tan]"Lady Nivarian liked him well enough. They weren't made to work together on delicate matters, too stubborn. He split, went to join a court in the North from what I recall. Did his duty to Fae, but they never were close. Don't think I even heard her call him da once."[/color] Denvar mused absently. [color=Tan]"Then again, Fae was too busy with my brothers and I, not to mention trying to fit her studies in."[/color]