Tarani withdrew her hand, somewhat agitated that the young beauty had turned down her aid. She didn't let it bother her though, her thoughts on the presence of the other Fae in the trees above them. [I]Interesting he hasn't shown himself yet.[/i]

She bid the young one a farewell, "As you wish, Young One. I pray thy safe passage onwards toward the Palace." Tarani bowed in formal respect; a pet the girl may have been, but an important one to Lord Tegvan no doubt. It seemed as if the trees themselves moved in tohether, Tarani's power urging them to obscure Aisling's path.

With the human girl gone, Tarani's full attention was focused on the Fae that still hasn't revealed itself. She decided that she'd wait. [I]It shouldn't be long now. [/i] As she predicted, the Fae had realized it was best to introduce oneself. 

"Such a direct question, without an introduction is quite rude, I dare say." A minor game, one she was sure the Satyr wouldn't play. "It doesn't matter anyway. I've heard you, Lost the Satyr," Tarani smiled pleaseantly.

It was a pleasure to know so much in the Fae realm and a privelage...one she did not dare take for granted. "To answer your question, young Satyr, though are most welcome to join me this festive year. And I dare say...a Hunt this shall be indeed." A sinister laugh escaped her lungs, sending chills through the trees. 

[I]I could use this one. Some knowledge. A silver tongue. Yes...useful indeed. [/i] Tarani moved forward, graciously gliding over the rotted ground. She tilted her head towards Lost, back turned, "You may call me, Anya. One of many of the Fall Kings vast Legions." 

Her gnarled path took her onwards, towards the Fall Kings palace...a beauty of its own masterful kind. The fall leaves compared to nothing. 

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