Aisling studied the tall, and cold Fae before her. He could not touch her, not here in the Land of Fall. It would be a foolish move, one the Fall King would strike for the petty insult dealt towards him unknowingly by these [i]fairies[/i]. Narrowing her grey eyes at the threatening Fair Folk, she tried to banish her fear with cold indifference. [color=9e0b0f]"You are on Fall Land, no power do you hold here."[/color] Adjusting the bags, she stepped from the tree after steeling her nerves. Musing over the idea of hurling one of her cans at them, a potential threat of iron, but decided against it, should the Fall King become displeased over the action. [color=9e0b0f]"Poachers! Be gone and leave what thou thought to take! Laws of Fairy you do break!"[/color] She declared, her steps keeping her moving away from the Fae that spoke.

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