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[color=9e0b0f]“What are you doing here?”[/color] Suley demanded of the other dragon. Kiara was unaware of the magick radiating from her, as her powers had yet to truly manifest themselves, but, in that moment, she [i]did[/i] feel powerful. And angry. Kiki glared daggers at Zhar’Ryk, her nostrils flaring like a petulant child whose ice cream cone just got taken away.

[color=black]“That’s no way to greet your brother after 300 years is it?”[/color] The stranger asked and Kiki didn’t bother to hide her shock when her mouth fell agape. [i]Brother? 300 years?[/i] Kiara looked over to Suleykar as if for confirmation… how old [i]was[/i] he, anyway? He hardly ever talked about himself, except for in those moments before he took her to the dancefloor. Dancing… yes, that was so lovely until -- Kiara’s blackened eyes once again glared at Zhar’Ryk -- [i]he[/i] ruined it.

It seemed as though anger wasn’t only flowing through Kiara, because it was rolling off of Zhar’Ryk in waves as he ranted at his brother. And Suley claimed dragons were good at suppressing their emotions... The air around Kiara took on a shimmer as she drank in the sustenance of the negative emotions around her with an innocent smile on her face. Only then did the dragon pay her any mind. Zhar’Ryk flashed her a menacing fang-toothed grin before addressing her. 

[color=black]“Oh? You must be Kiara of the Unseelie Court. Daughter of Cynbel and great granddaughter of Queen Morrigan. What an honor to meet a… [i]faerie[/i] of such nobility.”[/color] Zhar’Ryk said and locked eyes with her. Well, that secret was short-lived. Had she ever really hoped to keep it, anyway? People will always gossip… Kiara handled the situation with grace, however, keeping her face straight despite her surprise at his knowledge.

[color=ed1c24]“Pfft, honor?” [/color]Kiara asked with an incredulous chortle, [color=ed1c24]“Honor is a lie.”[/color] The recitation came as easy as a breathing, the code was like the Court’s own heartbeat. Zhar’Ryk took a step towards Kiara and Suley pleaded with him, throwing up some barrier between them. It was a nice enough gesture, but the fey are proud creatures and, as such, Kiara never wanted to feel like she needed protection. She might not yet know the taste of battle, but she sure as hell would go down swinging if it came to a fight.

[color=black]“You are a brave little faerie…”[/color] Zhar’Ryk began his monologue as, apparently, dragons were known to do. Faeries aren’t the only proud supernaturals, so it seems. Suley stiffened beside her. Zhar’Ryk’s words were meant to be a threat but Kiara always loved a good verbal sparring match, and it was her turn to monologue. 

[color=ed1c24]“Pawns, hmm?” [/color]she asked with an eerily civil smile and a twinkle in her dark eyes. [color=ed1c24] “You cannot hope to pull the wool over the eyes of a faerie. We who cannot tell lies are oh-so-talented at detecting them. Your threats are hollow. There is no bad blood between our kin; no reason to break such a rewarding alliance. We want the same things: chaos, bloodshed, to please our Dark Queen -- different though their names may be -- and to take down the proud [i]Children of Bahamut[/i] who fight beside the Seelie.” [/color]Kiara matched his step towards her with an advance of her own, crossing her arms behind her back once more. 

[color=ed1c24]“You won’t be tearing my flesh at all… but you [i]will[/i] be apologizing for your rudeness. You interrupted a very lovely moment and then, apparently knowing full well who I am, greeted me without so much as a bow. Tisk tisk.”[/color] Kiara looked up at him haughtily over the bridge of her nose and then smiled at the obviously uncomfortable Suleykar. [color=ed1c24]“And what of who he [i]really[/i] is?”[/color] she asked Zhar'ryk. [color=ed1c24]“Do you expect a member of the Shadow Court to be afraid of the dark?”[/color] Kiara punctuated the sentence with a spell of her tinkling laughter. Her anger was subsiding almost as quickly as it had come, as harsh and sudden as a summer storm, only to be followed by a rainbow.