Raven Silverlight
Raven took her payment from a member of the Winter Queen's staff and packed it into her bag. For the kinds of jobs that Raven did for the Courts she much preferred a promise of a favor, especially if it was undefined but she took the gold that she could get. Which would explain what she was doing standing in the sub zero section of the lands of Faerie. Raven couldn't stand the Winter Court. Perhaps it had its own unearthly charm to some but Raven wasn't one of them. She could ward off the cold easily enough but between the many engraved tableaus of her ancestor's fall from grace and the towers where he sister had been shot down, Raven was not interested in spending any longer in the area than was strictly necessary. She might even prefer the Fall Court if not for the fact that even as she stood where she was Raven could feel what all the Fair Folk could, the Wylde Hunt was riding again.
Raven had a form of diplomatic immunity among the Courts. She was descended from The Tuatha Dé Danann, a tribe of ancient Fae that had governed both lands in an age long past. Though now Raven's people were almost extinct and long deposed she still possessed certain rights promised to the Tuatha Dé Danann by the peoples of Faerie a very long time ago. The most useful of these was that she could cross the borders of the Courts wherever she pleased. Theoretically speaking these old laws should protect her from the wrath of the Wylde Hunt but Raven didn't know enough about her people or the origins of the Hunt to trust that that held true. There was no reason to tempt death if it was unnecessary and unprofitable.
With her payment in hand Raven was more than happy to depart the carved ice palace where even the flowers were frozen in there beauty. The Summer Court was more to her liking though a those of Spring had a way with liquor that Raven had always found intriguing. Deciding on her destination Raven tossed back her cloak and spread her wings into the air, the thin members of her violet black wings caught the air as she pumped them up and down lifting herself above the trees. There was no feeling comparable to that of the air whistling through her hair, that was the feeling of true unadulterated freedom. She'd heard that some Fae in the Summer Court had found a way to bottle the feeling for those of the Fair Folk who did not possess wings.
As Raven flew threw the air her keen eyes spotted something that did not sit right against the landscape. Amongst the wonderland of snow below her she saw something standing out against the white background. Black hair and colored clothes. Raven dove closer and under closer inspection she confirmed what she had already suspected. It was a poor child of the mortal world, a girl and her dog. As Raven descended the dog began to bark and growl at her.
My my, she thought to herself
the guard is smarter than it's master."You have gotten yourself lost haven't you dearie?" Raven said smiling as the girl struggled in the snow.
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