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It had been quite sometime since Tarani herself had been out of her Estate, and it took her at a bit of a shock that the young Satyr had known of her, and by The Lady no doubt. [color=cyan]"I won't lie, Lost. I'm rather surprised you remember such an old name. It has been many years since I have been called by that name--the last Fae War to be exact."[/color] 

A sense of unease rattled Tarani's bones, [i]"The Satyr must have some unease about me."[/i] It was expected for her to be feared, power being one of the many things she continuously sought after with every fiber of her being. Still, she did have a soft side, and she would put aside her malicious nature for a while, if even a short while. [color=cyan]"Do not be frightened. I shall not harm thee. I only wish a bountiful Hunt, and revenge for the wrongs done to us Fae. Many Deals have been struck and many Promises broken by Humans. The Hunt is a way to balance that. It is only natural that I, an Earth Nymph, take part in one of the many ways of Balancing the Realms."[/color]

[color=cyan][i]Then, of course, there is Lord Falk's own reasons for the Hunt.[/i][/color] If it pleased the Fall King, then it pleased her. Her sole purpose in life is to serve the Fall King.

The two continued forward upon a path known only to a select few--it's beauty for those privileged enough to have inherited the knowledge of knowing where it is. The wind danced lightly around, light glinting from the fractures and breaks in the trees, adding to the surreal feeling of calm. As they walked the leaves fluttered at their feet, creating a kaleidoscope of color. It wouldn't be long and they would reach the palace.

[color=cyan]"Pray tell, Lost. How did thee come about the young girl earlier? And why did the Satyr not rush to her side? There were indeed outsiders in Fall territory?"[/color] Tarani knew of Lost quite well, and had even met him in Court and passing bys, but she did not know however, the true extent of his loyalty to the Fall Realm. [color=cyan]"Does Lord and Lady upset you, Little One?"[/color] A wry grin forming on her face.

[color=cyan]"Music shall come later. First we shall converse and become much better acquainted."[/color]