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[center][h3][color=8519A2]Location: Winton[/color][/h3]
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The three brothers glared back at the tiny Queen, but the twins did back down each taking a step away from the Black Widow-Healer. Bellinar was the quicker of the two, some might notice. Gennar, however, remained where he was. The eldest of the brothers glared at the tiny Queen, but his mouth snapped shut on any possible argument as he gripped the back of Faeril's chair. His large leathery wings closing tight to his back. Faeril reached up a hand and patted Gen's own, the large Eyrien glowering at Saetan and nodding slowly. [color=Red]"I will not interfere, Ladies."[/color] It was the only concession they would get out of him. If there was one common trait among the Eyrien men in all the race, it was their stubbornness to hold onto a willful temper.

Faeril, for her part, gave Jandar small thankful glance. She had known her spell would cause trouble if it would have come out, but it seemed so unlikely a thing, she was a bit startled it had come out at all. Yet, they all had a right to their reactions and Faeril could not fault the glowering looks she felt coming from the nearly mute Sybl. The young man had grown up fearing and distrusting Black Widows, with reason. Turning her icy gaze to meet the golden eyes of the Warlord Prince, the room dropped from both awarenesses. Saetan had not bothered to answer Fatima aside from an artfully raised brow and a polite incline to his dark head. 

Second ticked by then minutes. Nearly a half of an hour. The Eyrien brothers grew restless and Gen was ever a statue as he watched the Black Jeweled Warlord-Prince. Thom hovered at Dareen's elbow, having returned and now found himself a bit at a loss as what to do. The boy rather like the group well enough except for the Eyrien brother, Bellinar and he was hardly sure about what the legendary Black Jewel's intentions were. Some gossip said he liked to assist those who suffered under the twisted Queens. The boy was hardly sure about that... [color=CadetBlue]"If he's on our side against them Queens why don't he just use all the power people say he has and blast them to nothing?"[/color] Surely it was something the Black Jewel could do? The question hadn't really been aimed at anyone, but it hovered in the air, spoken softly by the boy without him being aware he said aught.

Dunny cocked his head, and gave a whine up at Fatima. [i]'Perhaps if the Warlord Prince harms the Healer-of-Minds you could bite him? Or I could bite him for you? I know where to bite troublesome men. Should I bite those grumpy Eyriens? Why is the silent one act like a cat around a pack of Scelties? Are we going to chase him up a tree?'[/i] There was a privateness to the conversation as Dunny stood on  his hind legs to lick at the Queen's dainty hand. [i]'You are a good Queen. You snarl very well.'[/i] The Sceltie Kindred approved.

The link between the members of the Hourglass was a delicate dance. As Saetan returned to himself, he looked astonished and insulted. Yet, there was a trace of bitterness in the golden eyes as he bowed slightly to the seated Black Widow. To any versed in the delicacies of the Courts, it was a bow of a man to a lady of Aristocratic status. [color=Gold]"It is an honor to meet the last of the Ashkevron Black Widows."[/color] His voice was still cold, yet there was sincerity in it as he studied the tired-looking Eyrien. [color=Gold]"Though, you have forgotten some key elements from your apprenticeship."[/color]

[color=SlateBlue]"I have grown desperate."[/color] Faeril croaked slightly sounding like a woman far older than her actual years, looking pale and wane. [color=SlateBlue]"You did not need to peer so deeply, Priest."[/color] Gen gripped the woman's shoulders and held her steady, worry etched into his face as he looked between the two. Faeril's hand did little to help the man's worries as it shook when she patted his arm. [color=SlateBlue]"I am well enough Gen."[/color]

[color=Gold]"Ulterior motives are usually hidden quite deep. I have made it so far, by being wary of any possible schemes. If I were to be lax, then I would find myself in a perdictament. One I would rather avoid. Though I do congratulate you. You learned your Craft well, Lady Ashkevron. Though you walk a dangerous line, playing with such delicate threads that weave deep in the Twisted Kingdom."[/color] There was a warning in those words that skimmed the surface for the rest of the group. Anyone who would know something more of the Black Widows would know the warning was a caution. Faeril was stepping on a delicate Blood Law and pulling threads in the Twisted Kingdom that could lead her to madness. Turning his attention from the Black Widow he studied Fatima. [color=Gold]"I will accompany you to Kaeleer, but there is one deterrent."[/color] He touched the band of compliance about his neck. A collar for the Queen's 'pet'. [color=Gold]"Breaking free of Dorothea will start a war and a Realm-wide hunt to find and slaughter anyone of Dhemlan blood in Terreille."[/color] It was why the Black had no broken free before though he was certainly powerful enough to do so.