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With the hunt on the horizon, and the peace meeting just about to start, she decided to officially warn those select few she cared for, about the coming hunt. Though the horns and howls were usually enough warning for anyone, extra time to prepare was always welcomed. She sent ravens with warnings attached to their legs. She changed her dress from the dark blue one she had been wearing all morning into one of her more showy one. Her long black hair was loosely pulled up and pinned, a gold crown atop her head. She dressed in a gold gown to match it. This gown was made of pure gold fabric, something only the fae could create. It moved and shimmered as if it was molting metal. This was what she was wearing to the gathering. 

Getting ready for the peace gathering she went over her plans and hopes. Allies with Fall was her biggest priority, though futile that task may be. Peace with the idiotic Seelie Courts was also a desire, but less necessary. The human world was another issue. The advancements the humans had made in the past 1000 years since the last peace meeting were troubling. The technology and complete disregard for the earth was chilling. They had been cutting down forests since long ago, but the magnitude at rate had changed drastically. Creating iron cities to hide away in, and distinct decline of belief in the fae was also angering. 

The hour for the peace meeting had finally come. Traditionally, Winter court held a short procession as the winter ruler would lead through to the threshold between the fae realm and the meeting place. But with the truthful rumors of the Wylde Hunt in the air, the fae creatures of winter were in more of a dark and somber then usual. No one felt safe, the memories of the previous hunts where only ones of bloodshed, and sorrow. 

She heard Falk's taunt. She was not angry with the Fall king words, to Marzanna they were obviously meant to rile the Seelie rulers. Falk knew better then to anger Marzanna, right? But rather then being mad at his words Marzanna was perturbed. He was acting like a fool, but the Fall King was not a foolish fae, so what was his end game? Marzanna called the procession off, and told her people to prepare themselves for the worse, but hope for the best. 

She made her way to the gathering in England, to the ancient place where humans once worshiped them. The cracked stone and overgrown ivy was all that was left of a better time when they had more control over the humans who had once feared them and gave them offerings. She was the second ruler to arrive, which was atypical, as winter usually came last. Fall and Winter faced one another now. "Good day, Fall King." She said calmly as greeting. She had no idea what to expect here, he was up to something. Her internal thoughts and feelings did not show on her face, she looked completely at ease, and beamed with confidence.
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