Lady Seraphina

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@Belle We'd need to know if @Prince of Seraphs still intends that, though, as the Winter/Fall alliance means that Spring really can't infuriate Summer and have any chance of surviving. Sini will advise strongly against it, at the very least. I'm quite certain Nyx already knows of Lyra, and I don't know if meeting her (and by his opinion, I'm not sure why he'd bother) would make him like her. For that matter, if Lyra was unwell I would think the potion would be made and brought back to Summer to give her. ...Come to think of it, that probably means that there'd need to be negotiation over who moves where, for the duration of treating her, if she /does/ take ill for an extended time.

Max: One court is much the same as the others, I'm sure. T.T
Yes, thank you. I don't care what you think.

Working indirectly on Lyra's heart, though. Can hardly blame Spring if her affections shift of her own accord, now can you? So either it could be deliberately encouraged when the opportunity presents itself, or it could happen by chance. Aging her up is a separate matter, and one I don't have an alternate proposal for at the moment.

@shylarah

As much as Nyx and I like to see Feoras infuriated the Archon wouldn't be foolish enough to bring that anger down on himself. More likely he would age her up and pin it on one of the other Courts.

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@Belle
dear lord you want to watch the world burn don't you XD

@BlackPanther

Who doesn't? :)

<Snipped quote by Prince of Seraphs>

Yay! Someone else who knows that poem! Usually when I mention it I get odd looks. You are the first person I've met who knows that poem too! *hugs*

That is a great idea! Although Raven seems to like Lyra so wouldn't she had a problem giving her something that could harm her? Unless she didn't know the fruit was intended to harm Lyra...

@Belle

I read a lot and fae lore and related readings have always interested me. I'm actually using this RP as a testing ground for characters I want to employ in a collection of short stories I'm writing.

As for Raven's motivations, well she's rather... fickle. She wouldn't have any problem harming Lyra should it be necessary though in this case she'd likely play both sides of the field. Have Winter employ her to poison Lyra and right after get Summer to employ her in helping the girl. Regardless she would do it for the right price.

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@LadyRunic@BlackPanther@shylarah@Prince of Seraphs@Ojo chan 42

okay I was writing up a post and had an idea! I'm not sure how it would work, but as far as Lyra getting sick how about she is poisoned?
See there is a poem I LOVE (not sure why I didn't think of it sooner) called "Goblin Market". In it two sisters are by a river and hear goblins peddling fruits. One sister wants the fruit because it looks and smells amazing, but her sister warns her : "we must not look at goblin men, we must not buy their fruits, who knows upon what soil they've fed, their hungry thirsty roots?"
Her sister ignores her and buys fruit with a lock of her hair. The fruit is delicious but she finds that she can't eat anything but their fruit. She wastes away nearly to death because once you buy from the goblins you can never see or hear them again. She is only saved when her sister risks her life, getting beaten viciously by the goblins, to get her another fruit which she eats and is cured.

What if, because she knows Falk will unfreeze her heart, Arys decides to wants revenge before she has her heart and feelings back. So she attacks Feoras' heart: Lyra. She somehow (need to figure this out) sends a goblin with fruit to Summer and gets Lyra to eat it under the guise of a gift. Lyra eats it and is poisoned by the fruit, becoming gravely ill. And the only hope for an antidote is Spring.

What do you think?

@Belle

Firstly love that poem.

Second you could send Raven as the agent of delivery. Since Raven is made use of by all courts she could claim that the fruit came from somewhere else or alternatively come to the Court on some other business (looking for work or bringing in another fugitive) and give the fruit to Lyra while no one is looking, or place it somewhere Lyra would find it.

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@Ojo chan 42 Accepted.

LadyRunic

@Ojo chan 42 alright that being the case I think I should point out that iron doesn't actually control fae as Caoimhin run in with the blacksmith and his iron bridle seem to suggest so you might want to change it to being some form of enchanted item that prevents kelpie from rebelling. That's really a small thing though.

@LadyRunic What about Leaf and Pearl?

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thanks for fixing the spelling, I still have trouble with english (why does my main language have to be so different T,T) And please do give me you opinion. like I said this char is still open for modifications, that's why I posted it way before I am planning to use him. I want to make sure I make a char good enough for this RP, for I am enjoying this RP way to much.

@Ojo chan 42

I'd be happy to give you some feedback but LadyRunic became rather angry the last time I addressed questions asked of her. Seemed to think it was disrespectful. Once she comments on it I'll bring up anything that she may have missed or not scrutinized closely. Until then it's her stage.

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@Ojo chan 42

Clyde

Name: Cu'Chullain Loch.

Alias: Clyde

Age: 742

Race: Kelpie

Court: Fall

Position/Occupation: Bit of a loner, stays away from the court and its rulers. Stand in Leader for a herd of Kelpie, Roaming the Fall Lands.

Personality: A trickster by nature with a silver tongue. Once he sets his eyes on something he will obtain it no matter the sacrifices. He cares for the ones he loves in his own way, and has a hard time expressing his feelings. He takes great pleasure in drowning humans, but has a weak spot for pure tears.

Appearance: A long man, with a pale complex which compliments his dark hair and hellish blue eyes.
Human Form:

Fae Form:


Family:
Mother: Erwyn - Last leading mare of a Kelpie herd in fall - Dead.
Father: Calder - Left the herd after the death of his wife
Sister: Caoimhin - Dead
Elder Brother: Garnock
He sees himself as Laira's fiancee, something he decided on his own accord.

Ambition: To have Laira find him in the Fae world. He won't make it to easy for her for she has to prove herself worthy in his eyes. His ultimate goal is to have Laira take the place of leader of the herd, for his herd is now without leading mare, with him by her side.

Background: In his youth Clyde had always belonged to the herd, running with his father and brothers around the rivers of Fall. The herd was lead by the single mare the herd had, his mother. They rejoiced when a new mare was born, his little sister Caoimhin. When he was around seven hundred he and his sister ran around the hills in the human world, wind in their manes. They did this ever so often, and enjoyed every second of it. Everything seemed to be fine until a man approached with a bridle. He had seen the pair of Kelpie run around his hills and wished to capture one of them. Full off themselves Clyde and Caoimhin let the man come close. Caoimhin as adventures as she was walked towards the man and lowered her head, inviting him to place the bridle on her head. She believed she could drag this man to his death as she has done so many times before. The man put on the bridle with a grin, and Clyde realized something was wrong. He charged at the man who pulled out an iron cross to make Clyde yield to his will. Caoimhin Struggled but it was to late, the bridle had crosses stamped onto them, making her unable to defy the man. Forced to flee from the iron, Clyde returned to the herd and explained what happened. No one could help his poor little sister now that she was captured by this man.

Clyde had to watch as his sister slaved away, pulling heavy carts. His hatred for humans grew and grew, for one tiny exception. The young daughter of the blacksmith who captured his sister. She cared for Caoimhin, brushed her hair, braided them. One day he approached her, telling the little girl that he was the brother of the horse she always cared for. The girl introduced herself as Elenore and to Clyde's surprise she started to braid his hair as well. Clyde tried to convince Elenore to set his sister free but she couldn't defy her father. She promised him that she would take good care of his sister so he could go back to the fae realm with ease. He trusted her on that and went back, taking back his place in the herd and running around.

Ten human years went by and Clyde decided to go and visit the now grow up Elenore and Caoimhin. When he arrived at the blacksmith's land he found a single grave marker near the water pond. However it did not belonged to Elenore, it was unmarked. With a loud neigh that echoed though the hills he made his presence known and the blacksmith's family rushed outside. Elenore looked with big eyes as she realized Clyde had found out that she could not have kept her promise. Angered by the death of his sister he grabbed the blacksmith and drowned him in the pond.

Once he resurfaced for the rest of the family he saw they had scattered. He choose to go after Elenore, for she would be next. Elenore ran and ran towards the sea, knowing she would die too if Clyde got to her. Clyde did not understand why the girl would run towards the sea, something he would find out very soon. From the waves another Kelpie emerged, black like him. The new Kelpie ran towards the girl while transforming into his human form embracing her into a tight hug. Stunned by this Clyde took on his human form as well for the first time, and tried to talk to the other Kelpie. As he explained the situation the other Kelpie only pulled Elenore further behind his back. Clyde took pity on Elenore and promised her she could lead a peaceful life, in return for her firstborn. The other Kelpie immediately agreed with this while Elenore began crying and sobbing, begging him not to. Clyde turned his back on the couple reminding them once again that their first born child would be his.

So said, so done. When a child was born two years later he came to claim it. He found the Kelpie had left, but had changed Elenore in a seasonborn. The child, a baby girl was born a Kelpie. Seeing Elenore heartbroken and emotionally hurt, he again took pity on her and walked out the door leaving the words. "I do not mention when I will come to take her, perhaps next month maybe in twenty years. Who can know?"

This is an OCD thing but this is the same CS with the spelling mistakes repaired.

There's several things I could say but it's probably polite to give LadyRunic first comments.

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"They grow restless it is true, but what you seem to sense is nothing more than a mortal storm above, Young King of Spring. Aye, my hunters and hounds gather in case this Moot would go south."

@LadyRunic

I was being poetic. I didn't mean the sky was literally darkening. In the last RP all the fae could feel an unease that signaled Wylde Hunt rallying itself and even the plot summary says the Courts are tense as the Wylde Hunt prepares to ride. This is what I was referring to. Not a literal darkening of the skies, though I would not doubt that was within the Wylde Hunt's power they are not yet actually riding so they shouldn't yet have a physical presence in any but the Fall Court.

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Pearl

Name:
Pearl

True Name:
Reverentia Bieheth

Race: Awenyddion
Spirits of knowledge and things yet to come. It is believed that the Awenyddion are linked to a mystical reservoir of knowledge, of everything that is, was, or ever could be. They call this well the Awen, an ancient word meaning "inspiration". The Awenyddion have no power to access the Awen consciously but when consulted on matters they consider important they can place themselves in state in which the Awen speaks through them. The Awen never delivers an answer to any inquiry clearly, instead speaks with many preambles, and talks in a nugatory and incoherent manner. Their speech is ornamented and confusing but buried within is the desired explanation conveyed in some turn of a word for those skilled enough to hear it. After having answered the questions, they do not recover till violently shaken by anothe; nor can they remember the replies they have given. If consulted a second or third time upon the same point, the Awenyddion will make use of expressions totally different from the ones used before.

In an age past the Awenyddion were feared by fae for the power they possessed. For creatures of deceit nothing could be more dangerous than those with access to pure unadulterated truth. Therefore the Awenyddion were hunted and enslaved. Fae rulers kept a handful alive to make use of their secrets but most were massacred. Only a small number of Awenyddion still exist and those that do hide their true abilities from the rest of the fae, instead they take on the guise of seasonborn or other species most fae disregard.

Court:
Spring

Position/Occupation: Fool of the Spring Court
Entertainers of high noble houses and lords, the fools use a variety of methods in which to entertain. These include songs, music, storytelling, satire, physical comedy and, to a lesser extent, juggling and acrobatics. The fools are the only member of a Court allowed by law to mock the ruler of any given Court without fear of retribution. They do this in order to provide the King or Queen (who has no other that opposes any of their decisions) a sense of perspective on their actions.

Age:
8274

Personality:
Pearl’s encounter with the spirit of the Awen fractured her mind. She cannot consciously retain any of the knowledge she saw but many nights she experiences terrible nightmares that fade from her mind the moment she awakens leaving only a gripping fear with her. Because of this she often behaves rather simple, as a small child would, disregarding personal space, speaking at inappropriate times and speaking true things people usually don’t want to hear. This is not a façade though there is more to Pearl than that simple exterior. She is devastatingly intelligent and often good at providing insight even without using her gifts. She is brutally honest though never mean spirited about it. Because of the night terrors she experiences her concept of fear is greatly skewed to the point of not fearing most anything even when she should. Picking up subtext is not her strong suit which often leads to her embarrassing important people when they really wish she would stay silent. In some ways though she is painfully naive and often needs Leaf to rescue her from situations she created for herself.

Appearance:
Pearl is predominately human in appearance as most Awenyddion are. She stands at around 5’8” and though she is not small either in build or in stature most people regard her as less because of her appearance and the manner in which she behaves. Pearl’s hair is a dark brown that had just a hint of red to it like freshly turned soil. It is long and braided down her back with white lilies woven through it. Her skin as an ethereal glow and around her eyes seems to emanate a soft pink ever so subtly. Her features are small and nimble, her lips subtle. Her eyes are an intriguing shade of olive green while her skin is flawless and cream colored. She most commonly wears a dress that extends to just above her knee. It is a floral pink with images of swans embroidered onto it. It is tied off at the waist with a length of fine vine that looks very much like rope. She nearly always goes barefoot.

Family:
Pearl has no living relatives.

Ambition:
Pearl lives her life unbound by the complexities of the fae world or expectations of any kind. She calls things as she sees them and lives her life very much in the moment. To this end she had no real ambition as she doesn’t plan for what will happen in the next second let alone the coming years. She enjoys making people laugh and smile and her sunny disposition and slightly absurd manners lend to that greatly.

Background:
The Awenyddion are a rare breed of fae, because of their skills they were not only highly sought after but also feared. When Pearl was only two hundred, still a child by fae standards her whole world was ripped from her. After suffering heavily at the hands of the Summer Kingdom, the Winter King of the time, a man by the name of Fenodera sought an answer from the Awen, a secret guarded close. What he asked was the one question the Awen was forbidden ever to reveal in any form. The Winter King's own Awenyddion when forced to answer was thrown into a terrible fit that caused his eyes to burn from his skull as he died screaming. Not deterred by this for Fenodera was young and new to his throne, sought out other Awenyddion. He commissioned the few arcane fae under his command to come up with a process to allow the Awenyddion to see this answer without dying. Meanwhile he offered a reward for any Awenyddion to come forward. A few did at first but they suffered fates like his first and word began to spread that none survived the King's favors.

Fenodera began to offer great rewards for any that brought him one of the Awenyddion alive. His sorcerers made progress in shielding the Awenyddion from the destruction of that answer but they were fighting old magicks. Magicks forged before time started ticking. They only made slight improvements to the Awenyddion's natural abilities.

Pearl and her family were among those taken by bounty hunters to the Fenodera's Court. Pearl’s family died as a result of forceful exposure to the Awen however Pearl suffered a far crueler fate: She lived. The spells Fenodera’s sorcerers contrived allowed Pearl a single glimpse into the heart of the Awen, at the source of all knowledge and power. She should have died, her mind should have melted but for some reason the Awen chose to spare her. Maybe she was stronger than her kin, maybe there was something special about her or perhaps the ancient well had grown tired of its guardians being slaughtered. Whatever the reason the Awen reached out and touched Pearl’s mind.

Her eyes flew open glowing with a pure golden light that seemed harsh and cruel as it looked on Fenodera and his spellcasters.

Pearl opened her mouth and it seemed a thousand voices spoke through her mouth. ”FOOL!” It shouted in disgust. ”You have desecrated the Awen. Meddled with forces you cannot conceive. Broken ancient laws set down before the realms were forged. Judgement falls justly. You sought all truth, now let it scald your minds.”

The Awen stretched forth Pearl’s hand and the golden light shot forth. It touched Fenodera and his sorcerers and as it did they screamed with such agony that some say it could be heard throughout all four kingdoms. Their eyes burst into golden flames and they died in the most painful of manners.

Then the Awen placed Pearl’s hand on the stones in front of her. ”Be free my child.” Pearl’s vision glowed gold for a single moment before she lost consciousness. When she awoke she was lying in the middle of a clearing halfway across the world in the Court of Spring.

I have no idea if somewhere the leader of the Winter Court eight thousand years ago was thought up. If this was actually planned out and I am stepping on someone's toes here my apologies and I would be happy to make revisions as necessary. I cannot however use Cernunnos for this as there would be no logical reason that after having her family killed on his orders Pearl would become a Fool in his Court. The other court that makes the most logical sense would be Fall however I hesitate to write something in about a character who is currently in play when he is not my own. If of course I am allowed to use Falk the part about the ruler being killed by the Awen would of course be rewritten.

Leaf

Name:
Leaf

True Name:
Yggiadher

Race: Hamadryad
Hamadryads are born bonded to a certain tree. The Hamadryads are the actual, physical embodiment of their tree, while normal dryads are simply the spirits that inhabit certain aspects of nature. If the tree were to die, the Hamadryad associated with it would die as well. However this grants the Hamadryads near invulnerability, the bodies they inhabit outside of their trees are virtually indestructible as the Hamadryads can only be harmed by bringing harm to their tree. No matter where a Hamadryad is they can teleport themselves back to their tree if it is in danger. Being connected to the earth as thoroughly as a tree in bonded to the ground grants the Hamadryads very powerful nature magic even beyond that of Nymphs and normal Dryads. This power increases proportionally to the age of their tree.

Leaf is specifically a Meliai, the spirit of an Ash Tree. Though this is not widely known or indeed cared about.

Court:
Spring

Position/Occupation: Fool of the Spring Court
Entertainers of high noble houses and lords, the fools use a variety of methods in which to entertain. These include songs, music, storytelling, satire, physical comedy and, to a lesser extent, juggling and acrobatics. Interestingly enough though by law the fools are the only member of a Court allowed by law to mock the ruler of any given Court without fear of retribution. They do this in order to provide the King or Queen (who has no other that opposes any of their decisions) a sense of perspective one their actions.

Age:
Nobody knows. Leaf has been the Fool of the Spring Court as long as any can remember. Because she is a simple entertainer those of power and importance don't pay much mind to her or how long she had been around. Most assume she is a couple thousand years old, an adult for a fae but no one of real importance if they give any thought to her age at all.

Personality:
Leaf is patient and slow to action. She takes stock of every variable and every occurrence and never speaks a word without careful consideration. Rarely though does she do anything more than watch. The fall of kings, the rise of new rulers, the loss of lives and the birth of new souls is but a blink of the eye for her. Her rage is almost never seen if ever someone committed a grievous enough offence to bring it out in her they would instantly regret it. She is witted and sly tongued and clever and most any fae that has ever lived. She does her job as court fool well though she is not afraid to mock the Archon’s decisions or make him look the fool if ever he deserves it.

Appearance:
Leaf is a petite 5’4” and mostly stays in a humanoid shape. Most commonly she wears a glamour that is something between that of a normal human and her true form. Her skin is the color of milk and her hair as gold as the sun her tree feeds from. Her face is delicate with porcelain features. Her eyes are the pale green of newly sprouted grass, her eye lids the darker color of tree leaves in midsummer. Her lashes seem to glisten with dewdrops and an image of vines seems to be painted from her left eyebrow down to the base of her lips. Her nimble hands have fingernails the color of fresh topsoil. Her feet and legs are bare. She wears a dress that leaves her shoulders free, held up by thin straps woven from vines. Her dress ends just short of her knee with a vine tied under her breasts. The dress itself is the deep green of jungle trees and seems to be woven out of vines though it is solid. Her right knee is decorated with branches and leaves meshed together so thoroughly that you cannot see the skin underneath hinting at some long ago suffered injury or reminder.

However everything about her image seems to shimmer just slightly as though you could almost see through to her true form but never quite manage it. Sometimes just for a moment her skin appears the green of chlorophyll. Her dress like bark but only for a second out of the corner of your eye and you can never see through the entire glamour no matter how hard you try.

Family:
Leaf regards all the trees and nature spirits of Spring her children and those of the other three realms her nieces and nephew. She watches out for them as best she can though only steps in when something horrible is happening to a large number of her family, like the razing of a forest.

Ambition:
Even for a fae Leaf is patient, as a Hamadryad of considerable age Leaf sees the world much much slower than that of other fae. She sees things in terms of ages past, not years and consequently she is content simply to watch it move past her and enjoy it as it does. She takes significant action only when her kindred, the forest is threatened. She acts as a protector to Pearl her apprentice.

Background:
Pearl has been a part of the Spring Court for as long as any can remember. No one pays it that much mind as she is not a figure of particular power or influence. Most assume she’s a little older than they are and give it no more thought. Her tree some reason must be on the grounds of the palace as she is rarely seen far from Court.

After the Awen sent Pearl to the Spring Court to protect her Leaf found her and adopted the young Awenyddion as her apprentice. Leaf is very protective of the young one and is one of the few aware of Pearl’s true nature. Most all fae think she is simply a Springborn. Leaf after piecing together Pearl’s story from the girl’s ramblings theorized that if the Awen were to possess Pearl’s body again as it had in the Winter Court it would kill the young fae. No one was meant to be that close to ultimate knowledge, the fact that Pearl didn’t retain any of it was likely what saved her life, though arguably not her sanity.

Leaf always seems to be underfoot at the Spring Palace, in the perfect place at the exact right time no matter the circumstance. Those that have taken any notice of her say that she knows the secrets of the palace better than the Archon himself as she is often disappearing into the roots or ascending to the highest branches that none would dare follow.

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Raven Silverlight

Raven watched the young child being comforted by Are. In some ways she was jealous of the oblivious life that Lyra led. Comforted and coddled by everyone around her. But then she paid a dear price for it, she was trapped in a prison even if she was too immature to realize it. "I take it the King doesn't allow her to see any of the realities of life?" Raven had no problem speaking about anyone of importance in any manner she wished. It shocked most people but then the color of her eyes was generally enough to disturb them so why wait on polite and idle speech.

Raven gave a gentle shrug alone with a sly smile when Are asked about what she wished for of life. Of course power was not her main interest. The moment you some of proportion another would try to take it from you. "Power is an idle thing. True power cannot be kept for long so seeking it becomes purposeless. As long as you have enough to keep yourself and those things you hold dear safe more is redundant and often dangerous from those who feel threatened by it. I have what power I need so there is no reason to want more."

Explaining what Raven truly sought in life to Are would be both purposeless as the Land Nymph would never quite understand and more than Raven would be willing to share with a complete stranger. Most fae lived with the idea that they were immortal, that they would live forever as long as they were never careless. Raven's people lived with a hard and certain truth. They would die. Before there time, and forgotten by history. The Tuatha lived there lives fast because there's was a limited existence. Raven was already more than twice the age her parents had been at their passing and she lived her life risky. The business she was in had very few employees. Most didn't last long. What Raven really wanted from life was to truly feel every moment of it before she was shuffled off the mortal coil. It was something that only another Tuatha or perhaps a human could actually understand.

When the child started speaking again Raven wasn't sure if she should find it cute, feel disgusted or pity the poor creature. The Hobgoblin would die. There was no doubt about that but Lyra didn't seem capable of understanding the concept of death let along applying it to her life. To be like that forever. Tragic.

When Lyra asked for a tart Raven smiled and plucked one up from the tray Are had had brought out. "I like the lemon ones little dear, not as sweet as raspberry but delicious in a different way." She placed the tart in arms reach of Lyra. "Why don't you try one." She said with a smile.

When Lyra asked if she would be as pretty and Raven and Are when she grew up the Tuatha glanced at the Nymph. Lyra clearly wasn't developmentally old enough to understand that she did not and would not ever age. She would never grow up to be beautiful or average or at all. She was simply stuck. Still if there was one thing that Raven was good at it was misdirection. "You don't have to wait to be pretty Lyra." Raven reached into her bag and pulled out a hair clip that shaped into the form of a butterfly. It had been enchanted to so that it would occasionally flap its wings.

"This is an Alrelian Butterfly. They only stay with the pure and the beautiful." Raven reached out and fixed the clip into the girl's hair. The enchanted clip flapped its wings slowly. Raven let it sit for a moment before saying "See it likes you. You are beautiful little one."
@SunsetRoses

Nyx

Nyx was silent as he watched the exchange between Falk and Arys. She put on a good show for all three of them but Nyx knew that he was not truly involved in what was unfolding. Arys was considering Falk's offer and so showed him respect while at the same time making her old flame suffer for his betrayal. Nyx saw the steam coming off Feoras as the talks went on and even more alarming the change in his eye color. Nyx prayed that the Summer King wasn't foolish enough to go to war over something this trifling. Not that Nyx had a problem with war, in many cases it was a good thing for the region but the last war between Summer and Winter was still fresh in the eyes of the fae and no one wished to repeat such an event this soon. Still Feoras' temper was legendary and made Nyx question how he kept his throne and his people placated.

When Arys addressed Nyx's offers of renewed trade agreements and more importantly the exchange for Blood Pearls the Mara King nodded. "I can part with five vials of Fire Water. No more." The Phlegethon was an ancient river and the spirit of the waters was not patient. She had enough respect for the ruler of Spring to allow him access to small quantities of her water but her patience had very narrow limits. Nyx would not risk angering her by being greedy with her resources.

"Very well, I will send a delegate to meet the shipment and decide terms with your goblins." They were shrewd creatures, always good at plucking the best bargain for themselves or those they represented. Many things could be said of Queen Arys but she was no fool.

Nyx sat back and listened to the challenge Arys issued. She was indeed quite clever. The term "Frozen Heart" could apply to a hundred thousand different rituals with nuanced differences too their final effect. Not to mention those that performed the same task with different ingredients. Nyx however was not one to under estimate the Fall King. If he wanted this union badly enough be it a day or a hundred years he would find the right ritual to unfreeze Arys' heart. Whatever it was that Falk had whispered in the Ice Queen's ear must have been most enticing to prompt this kind of reaction. It had to be an offer of some kind, something everyone knew he had but had never seen... or never heard. In some ancient fae marriage ceremonies it was customary for bride and groom to exchange true names. But for someone who had kept his silence for ten thousand years or more this seemed unlikely.

"My Lady Arys, I realize my word counts for very little with you but I feel I would be remiss if I did not warn you to be careful. You would not be the first to become tangled in Lord Falk's web of trickery and deception. He had toppled many Court rulers without the aid of force. I would hate to think that at the next Moot I might be looking on the face of a different Winter Ruler. Be wary."

With those serious words out of his mouth Nyx's face brightened as a sly smile crossed his face. "If all talks of trade agreements are finished we might move on to more serious matters. We have all I believe felt it. The darkening of our skies as the Wylde Hunt prepares to ride. If it is not too much trouble I would like to heard it from his lord's mouth why his dogs grow restless. Lord Falk, have you anything to say?"
@LadyRunic@Belle@Black Panther

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Oh my god how did I miss that the kelpie was in the summer realm oh my goodness

*face desk*

I can edit so that someone finds our lovely kelpie

@BlackPanther

@Ojo chan 42 This is of course purely up to you but all of the fae currently played by actual RPers in the Summer realm are currently tied up with one another and while they'll get out of that sooner or later I wouldn't want you to have to wait for long stretches of time or rely on a third party NPC. It might be a better idea to just change it so she wakes in Spring since @shylarah has been waiting for someone to interact with for awhile. Or even Fall as @LadyRunic has Aisling who could find your kelpie. Not that you have to change anything. Just thought I'd point it out.