Location: Airedale Mid-morning Airedale Keep [hr] [@A Lowly Wretch][@Guy0fV4lor] [hr] “Hmm…not exactly. The Queen asked her to look into a fomorian causing trouble near the Harzelslack border, and she has yet to return even after a fortnight.” Vyrell would respond, leaning over the table, observing the map below as he spoke, reaching for a few pieces of carved wood and slowly placing them on the map. “I’m sure you are aware, that is unusual for her at least not to write or otherwise send word. If not to the Queen, then to me.” He’d look up from his position, fixing Od with a narrow gaze. “Thoughts, on the situation, Od? Do you believe her curse to have taken hold or would you surmise she has been having some other difficulty?” Reinhardt and Od, if they cared to look, would see that Vyrell had placed markers on several villages. Had they been the ones Elnith had been dispatched too? Perhaps, though they almost covered a wide range of area from Southern Albion all the way to its north while a lot of villages near the central regions weren’t marked. [hr] [@Pyromania99] [hr] The crowd didn’t seem entirely impressed by Luna’s talk of the other knights. Shouts of her just being modest, shouts of her clearly doing better than the other knights, as well as generally just saying it was nonsense that she didn’t deserve the praise. Lugh wasn’t helping either, though the boy seemed to be doing it entirely unintentionally. “O-oh…” The girl Luna’s hand had taken, blushed…and the entire crowd fell a bit silent. “...are you single?” That was promptly followed by a torrent of other questions, entirely unrelated to the queen and entirely related to Lunas relationship status, questions of how she remained so pretty despite being so good with a blade, if it was true she killed a giant with her bare hands, and other general somewhat, nonsensical questions. Ah…she had been completely surrounded by a crowd now. “Luna.” Lugh would bounce in place. “Castle. Meeting the Queen!” Making sure she wasn’t going to forget. [hr] [@Crimson Paladin] [hr] “S-sir Ethelred! Are you sure that’s safe?” Ethelred would reach down towards the friendly feline, who’d meow a bit in complaint as it would be shooed away from the fairy. It would make a valiant attempt to bat at Ethelred’s hand, only to realize that was a bad idea, for Ethelred was very cold. It’d run off some distance, out of the shade and watching the fey from a distance as she’d get up. “Guh.” The fey in question would stand to her feet, barely a few inches tall and stretch her back and give her wings a test flutter. After making sure everything was in working order, she’d turn to Ethelred…and then promptly start laughing. “Pfft, ahaha, what kinda dumb human are you helping a Fairy?” She’d flutter up to Ethelred’s eye level. “I’d give ya fun present, but looks like you already got one. Boy whoever did that on you was a nasty little bug, huh?” “It’s talking…” “Don’t listen! It might charm you!” The fey’s eyes would slowly turn towards the two Militia. “...Boo!” She’d shout, while sticking out her hands. The two militia promptly screamed and ran off shouting something about a fairy. “Ahaha, man you humans are dumb…still…” Her gaze would fix back on Ethelred, studying him for a second. “...hmm…you know, I’m feeling generous. Here.” She’d pass Ethelred a small, silver colored token about the size of a button. “Lose it and I’ll turn you into a proper icicle.” It was…definitely magical of some sort, and Ethelred would be aware that refusing such a gift would probably be seen as both a sign of rudeness and likely give the fey some easy motive for doing something. The small silver button itself seemed somewhat unremarkable, save for a simple engraving on it of some sort of small plant like sigil. It didn’t seem…outwardly malicious. Might be a good idea to have someone look at it though, just to make sure. “What’s it for? I have no idea!” She’d continue with a laugh before he could ask. “Dunno, just something I found in the Laughing Wood! Your problem now though, frosty butt.” [hr] [@VitaVitaAR] [hr] [color=aba000]“Hm…”[/color] The queen would raise an eyebrow. A small smile as she’d lead the three of them through the forest, hand still gently resting on the beasts tusk. [color=aba000]“A far more measured take than most others would have, you know. I suppose I shouldn’t have expected less.”[/color] She’d respond with a light chuckle. [color=aba000]“Personally…I’m rather fond of the beasts…I know most can never truly exist with humans, but…” [/color] They had arrived and a small grove, not far within the forest. A gentle falling of snow that the sun had yet to melt, hidden under some shade. She’d release her grip on the Beasts tusk - its trunk was already starting to regenerate and was mostly healed by now. [color=aba000]“...hm, no, its nothing.”[/color] She’d turn to ‘Shabbi’. “[color=aba000]And you, I know can understand me…so go on, get out of here before someone else sees you. Or stay here, if you want. Just don’t cause trouble or I’ll have to be the one to give a beating next time, got it?”[/color] The beast would trumpet in response, looking back for a moment before taking a more deliberate, route with its slow, careful steps north. [color=aba000]“...mhm? Oh is it just the two of us now, Fio?”[/color] She’d smile at the smaller mage. [color=aba000]“Well now that I have you alone, maybe you’d want to ask me a question? Its only fair. Yes, I am free tonight if that’s what you were going to ask.”[/color]