"I take no favors from [i]winter[/i]." Aisling grinds out through gritted teeth. Moving quickly for her short statures she almost runs to reach her Lord and the sanctum of his halls. Reaching the hall she peers into the pattern depths, stones clothed in coloured leaves patter and rustle under her feet. Beneath ancient trees clothed in the many colors of fall, a dark figure paused as the mortal girl bursts into the hall in a flurry of motions. The two guards of great stags do not offer challenge to the one who comes behind her. 

Removing a almost feline head from his hand, glowing eyes flashed as he calls out. "Long has it been since the Winter King has come unto my fair halls." The pool before him rippled as a wind passes over it. He let his chuckle at the situation before him rustle the leaves high above him in his ancient hall. The great trees forming columns along the flag stoned path to his dais. Pools behind the trees flickered and sparked with light from various lesser and greater Fae. The mist that tangled above the pools and among the roots of the great trees emitted from the half-moon falls behind his thone of bones. The remains of those who challenged him. Many said he was the most barbaric of the Fae but it was hardly so. He simply saw himself as a hunter, the top predator and such a throne he could mask with stone or wood as he liked. It only a seating place and he cared little where he sat, only that it would not collapse under him. He was amused to think such a thing and so kept it ready as a reply for such a question. Along the cliff that formed the falls, two high walls followed the pools and trees down to the entrance. It was far too dark to make out the design on them. Th Fae King saw no need to lighten his halls as of the current moment. Aisling curtsied to her Fae Lord and sat upon the cold stone and plucked at her harp dully.