Giomanch darted through Fall's lands. Cliff faces soared along the dense forests, the trees ancient sentinels standing guard over the many paths that led to various parts of  the Fae Realm. Most did not use the path much like the Hunter. The trees were large enough that the ground between them was sparse of the normal undergrowth. Startling a herd of Fawn into flight the Cwn Annwn slowed his pace. The Rulers should be at the meeting he suspected. Falk's little stunt was sure to irk them. What was his master planning? Already the Fall Fae were a buzz and the Hunt was impatiently waiting. None dared ride though, the last one who had leapt ahead of the command had been the most recent addition to the Fall's mighty throne.

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Aisling walked up the damp stone steps from the tucked away stairs. "If Fae measured wealth as power, he still remains king." Her voice was disgusted as she sat upon the stone steps of the dais that led from the great hall of trees and pools of mist. The other stair was tucked closes against the dais, curving behind it, below was lain a trove that a dragon would envy. Strumming the harp with danty fingers, she felt the ghastly presence of the Hunt. A frosted mist, a shuffle of hooves. 

The Hunt was more than the Fae that joined it, was was the very essence of the mist, of the twin pools that ran along the Fall's throne room. If one cared to look in the pool, they would see the Fae that waited there but they also would see the imprisoned hunters. Those who had betrayed and served loyally alike. Ancient Fae waited there for their Lord of Fall to call them forth of mist and cold death. To Ride the night sky, to unleash the hounds and urge the horses to charge. To hear the horn blow. Wraiths. The Irish woman shuddered. Wraiths were the great Hunt. The horror none could escape from. A irony on death. Tegvan held more power than any Fae save those of Fall could guess. Already the Fae of Fall that would join the hunt were roaming the Fall lands, picking up those Fae who had not sworn themselves to it's ruler.