Raven... the name fitted the female fae before her. Dark, mysterious but with a beauty that made you want to know more. It was good to know where she stood with this Raven. And the way Jessalyn's name rolled of off her tongue made a shiver go down her spine.
And, surprisingly, it was not an entirely unpleasant sensation...

It was a mild shock when she stepped forward when told, doing so in an unthinking manner as if someone had been her on autopilot. She had understood that names were powerful, but she hadn't known they were this powerful. She could only pray she would not regret giving it to Raven.

But once again the fae surprised her by returning not only Jessalyn's name but Lysander's as well. She wondered if she could shorten it to Jess, would it affect her the same way?
That was apparently a question for a later time because moments later Raven was moving on. Jessalyn gave Lysander the go ahead to follow and he cautiously do so.

The breeze was pleasant and the smells from the flowers of the Spring land were inviting. She could feel the late afternoon sun on her face as she inhaled deeply.
Then proceeded to give a small sneeze as something tickled her nose.

What was that? Jessalyn's head turned sharply. Had that been... a giggle? Who knew what there was in this land? Although it was hard to imagine anything in this place being that dangerous. The name 'Spring Court' was not exactly terror inducing.
Jessalyn desperately wanted to question Raven but was at the same time worried about drawing attention to them. Raven was helping her, for the time being. The last thing she wanted was to make trouble for her. She wondered what kind of home a fae would have? Would it be in a tree? A cave? A normal house? A gingerbread house?
To occupy her time she thought on what to call Lysander from now on that was close enough to his name for him to respond but without danger of someone taking him from her. She finally decided on 'Sandy'. As for herself she could either go with Jess, Lyn or Mary, as a play on her middle name Marie. She immediately rejected Mary, feeling that it was too Mary-had-a-little-lamb. Maybe Lyn? Lyn had an almost muscial sound to it, like the strum of a harp string. To make her name something desirable to say seemed like a good idea.

She tripped a bit over some kind of root and Lysander immediately slowed down.
"Go on L... Sandy. Go on boy," she said, encouraging him to resume a brisk pace. She refused to slow them down.

@Belle
Feoras recognizes Lyra's voice and sighs inwardly to himself. His fault for not telling the girl to not go in there. "Lyra are you in there?" He obviously knows that she is, but he's trying to teach her to be honest with him and not to hide from him. His prized girl shouldn't feel the need to hide.

He also hoped that she hadn't had any sweets. Because it seemed every time she did she would run around hyper for the rest of the day. Which wasn't too terrible just a slight inconvenience for himself and the people occupying the castle.

@rechonq Falk nods, mussing over some factors. Raising a hand he summons a handsome mirror of silver, studded with rhinestones. "Take this to the Summer King." He beckons lost to approach the throne of bones. The mirror's face rippling with the water below. "A gift, a token." The Fall King nods to himself, a hunter's smile upon his lips. Yes, a token. But of what that king would wonder, and Falk wanted him wondering.

Lyra's head snapped towards the door at the sound of a much sought after voice.
"Ba-Ba!" she squealed excitedly and jumped up, poor Nikko rolling off of her lap and shaking his head a bit at the sudden move by his favorite perch.
Racing to the door, the child opened it and jumped right into the arms of the Summer King. "Ba-Ba I was looking for you," she said, her face pulling into a frown and folding her arms crossly. "They said you left," then she suddenly smiled. "But Cook gave me cakes! Nikko had one and I had one, but the lady didn't want one. Now we can play!" Lyra giggled then hugged him tightly.

Lost approached Falk on his beckoning and took the mirror. It was quite magnificent, and Lost would have liked it himself. His reflection looked good in it, but taking something of Falk's would incur a dire wrath. "I will deliver this to Phyre immediately." He placed the mirror in his satchel and began for the summer realm.

He ventured through Fall and crossed the border very easily. Even traveling through Summer didn't result in much conflict, but as he approached the summer court, he ran into Summer's salamander guards. "Excuse me, I have an important gift for your lord. If you would be so kind as to escort me and ask for his presence, I will not waste his time."

@LadyRunic@BlackPanther

@Belle@rechonq
Feoras chuckles and kneels down to get to her level. "And what did you have in mind for today?" His eyes remain orange showing that while he was happy to be around her, he hasn't experienced the same level of happiness as when he is in his forest. He would have to remind the cook later not to give her too many sweets.

the two guards who ran into lost nod, one goes in front of him, the other behind. The one in front speaks, "Please follow me" They then begin walking, not really giving lost much choice on walking or not considering the one behind him starts walking as well. When they reach him both guards dip their heads and bow.

Fears sees this and straightens, standing in front of Lyra as if subconsciously protecting her. "Rise...what is it?" The guard in front moves so lost is presented to their king."He says he has a gift for you my liege" Feoras tilts his head and studies lost. "Does he? Well, go on and show me then"

@BlackPanther
Lost bowed with guards and rose at Phyre's command. "Your highness, I have a gift from my Lord Falk" Lost removed the mirror and humbly offered it to Phyre. He noticed Phyre was hiding something behind him. I do not wish to take anymore of your time. If you have nothing for me, I will leave you to your business. Thank you. Lost waited for Phyre's approval before dismissing himself, or being dismissed with the guards.

"I want to-" Lyra started before being cut off by the guards that arrived with a visiting person. Lyra darted behind her Ba-ba, her usual hiding spot when strangers came. Gripping some material of his pant leg, she peeked around his leg to see the stranger.
He had funny horns and a funny tail and funny legs. Lyra wanted to giggle but kept quiet. Ba-Ba had told her about how some people might look funny but they were really mean. She wasn't scared by any means, but she was apprehensive as any small child is in an unfamiliar situation.

Then the funny looking stranger gave Ba-Ba a present. The four year old's curiosity was immediately peaked and she came out from behind his leg a little more to try and see what it was. It was a pretty mirror and she immediately wanted to touch it. But it was Ba-Ba's present, not hers. Although it was not always fun Lyra knew how to behave. Maybe if she was good Ba-Ba would let her play with the pretty mirror later.

She looked back at the stranger and up at his funny horns. She wanted to touch them too. Did they pull off? Were they hard or soft? They looked bumpy. She wanted to climb the stranger and feel the funny horns. Did he play with his tail like Nikko? Did his tail come off like Nikko's and then he grew another one?

Lyra's curiosity was unconciously causing her to inch her way out further from behind Feoras. She cocked her head like a puppy, wondering who this funny stranger was and if he was fun to play with. Her large bright blue eyes stared at him, like she was trying to see into his soul and decide if he was nice or mean.

@rechonq
Fears takes the mirror and nods. "Let falk know of my gratitude for this token" Though he has no idea what it is for. While he is curious and completely confused, he doesnt think too hard on it. He then notices Lyra. "Small one, remember it isn't polite to stare" He has a faint smile on his face while he looks at the girl, knowing full well that she is curious of every being in the kingdom. He just hope she doesnt do something that would cause problems. He looks back at lost. "Thank you for delivering this" He gives a slight head nod, as a show of respect.
@Belle

@BlackPanther@Belle
Lost was rather amused as the little girl slowly came out from behind Phyre. Both had looks of confusion and hers was riddled with amazement as well. She began to inch closer as she stared at Lost with intense curiosity and analysis. The girl was quite cute, and he wouldn't have minded playing with her, but he wasn't to familiar with the Summer Kings demeanor. He didn't wish to test it now either. If he protected her like Falk protected his human, then any signs of danger, whether misinterpreted or not would not go well for him. Lost merely returned her stares with a gentle smile. "I will deliver your gratitude to my Lord." Lost gave a final bow to the Summer King and backed out of the chamber.

With that he left the Summer court and began back for Fall. The warm winds turned brisk as he made his way to the Fall realm. He was rather warm and pleasant. His human was cute too, she must be a new addition to the fae world. What is it with the Kings and their pets? Summer realm does have a warm disposition to it. Playing with them is fun.

@rechonq

Aisling sat and strummed the harp. The cold stone beneath her yielded little comfort, but after much sitting and strumming she no longer minded. Mist wove about her like wind blown hair something she quiet enjoyed. Often the mist was dense when the King was absent but when he was about it allowed light to pass and gave a almost mystical feel to the Great Hall. But the Hunt was gathering, now the mist was something threatening and terrifying. A shroud covering a dagger. Aisling wondered what the Fall King wanted with the King of Summer, but knew better than to ask. Asking would get her nothing. Her job was to play her harp and bring him books. Be a general amusement, a pawn for his games of grandeur.

Already she was getting a feeling that his taking her on was not a whim but something far in the planning. That now the wheels were moving and the Fall King had no intentions of letting the die land at a disadvantage to him. The pool from which he saw about his Realm shimmered and gleamed in his power. Ice forming along the edges like in the dying days of Fall before Winter came. Her Lord was not pleased about the Moot. Something had not gone to plan. He sat in his throne, not stretched out but hunched forward. His eyes a ghastly green and shining, his hands steepled before him. She heard him send out the call, beckoning the Fae he sent as messenger- Lost, was it?- to return to him as soon as the package was delivered and with haste. Aisling fought down the need to flee. He wanted something and when Falk wanted something. He got it. The Fall King was never denied.

@LadyRunic

Lost returned to Falk quickly. He enjoyed the scenery for what it was worth, but now the honor of helping the King was granted to him. He eagerly entered the Fall Court, noticing the King hunched forward with gleaming eyes. Even though he couldn't find any faults with his actions, seeing Falk like this sent shivers up and down his spine. He looked like he was plotting, possibly against Spring or even Summer, with whatever that token may have meant. Whether the other rulers feared, Lost feared for them.

"Lord Falk, I have delivered your token. The Summer King extends his gratitude for the gift. Is there anything else you ask?" Lost was very curious as to what the King was musing, but asking him seemed risky. If he was going to join The Hunt, he would have liked to do it on a good note.

@rechonq
As the Satyr approached and offered his news, Falk shifted. Gleaming eyes locked onto the Fae like a hawk's on a rabbit. "Tell me about the Summer King's Court. What did you see, Lositay." The last word was breathed in barely more than a whisper but the command was a command and the there was a hidden threat. The Pool swirled to gleamed as a raven croaked high above. "See! See The Fall!" The bird cackled and swooped off squawking. Falk did not glance above but kept his eyes on Lost. What this Satyr reported would decide his next action. His next move on the chessboard.

"When I arrived, two Salamander guards escorted me to his presence. The halls were green and warm, warmer than anywhere else. It held an odd comfort and carefree feeling. I entered into his court and laid eyes on his grand wood throne. I didn't look around much and the guards announced my entrance. Upon Phyre's request I gave him the mirror and explained it was a token from yourself. He was pleased with it and thanked me. I dismissed myself, and began back for Fall immediately." Lositay gave his answer.

Once he finished and regained his complete control again, he stood dazed and confused. Why did Falk use my name? Why didn't he just ask me? In front of the human, and what was that raven? Why? Hysteria was taking him as he wasn't sure what to think.

@LadyRunic

@rechonq

Falk sat back, brow furrowing. "No courtiers? Merely two guards?" Aisling watched as her Lord stared with his stony frown at the satyr. The Fae was hardly in any danger. Falk wouldn't harm his own for little reasons. But from the terrified feeling this Fae was giving off, he did not know this. Nor did she reason to inform him. Falk tapped the arms of his throne, musing of the facts before him. What he was planning she knew not but this was worrying. Sparing what she hoped was a comforting smile towards the Satyr she strummed the harp lightly, trying to distract herself from the plots of the Fair Folk.

@Belle
Feoras gently wraps the mirror in a cloth before handing it to a female servant, she bows her head before taking it and transporting it to Feoras' private suite. Feoras looks back down at lyra and kneels. "Well small one, if you would give me a moment I shall be able to join you in a game of your choice" He gives a smile then straightens before turning. "Zakul and Azazel I need you" Almost as if the walls could talk the message spread, for every hearth was a group of salamanders, and every servant was quick to spread a message if a salamander did not hear. A large wolf and a magnificent stage approach him before taking their humanoid forms. They kneel before their lord. "Both of you take two whom are free each and do a perimeter run. I realize the hunt is coming but go with speed. Take heed" The tow stand and clasp their fists at their hearts before changing each grabbed their chosen before doing as they were asked.

The palace is peaceful, and the servants and guards are hardly seen, but they are there. Many of whom are salamanders, but a few are other like pixie or a type of skin changing fae. He focus returns to his small one. "Okay small one, what would you like to do" He gives a small smile to her, knowing that those he sent out took at least one salamander that can find him and tell him their reports before either the wolf or stag returns. He had a bad feeling, but doesnt know why.

Lyra looked back at Ba-Ba when he mildly chastised her. She stepped back and looked down. "I'm sorry," she mumbled, not even sure anyone heard her small voice.

After the funny stranger left Lyra waited until Ba-Ba was done, shuffling her feet and biting her lip impatiently. She bounced up and down on the balls of her feet as she watched the girl servant take the pretty mirror away. Lyra wanted to whine but held it in. Ba-Ba didn't like it when she whined like a puppy. He said it made her seem like an animal. This confused her because all of the icky people in the court called her an animal when Ba-Ba wasn't around. So was she an animal or was she a people? But Ba-Ba got mad when she asked that and she didn't like to see him mad. He was scary when he was mad...

Finally Ba-Ba turned his attention back to her. She smiled as bright as the summer sun. "Can we play hide and seek Ba-Ba? Please? Hide and seek outside!"Lyra's favorite game was hide and seek. Ba-Ba was better at it than the guards. They all got mad too quick and gave up too fast. They were no fun.
But Ba-Ba always found her fast. He was really good at hide and seek. Lyra was still too young to realize that running about and giggling was a dead giveaway to your hiding place, especially if Ba-Ba made her laugh by pretending he couldn't find her.

She really wanted to play with the pretty mirror...
Maybe if she played hide and seek with Ba-Ba first he would let her play with the pretty mirror later.
Or if not, maybe she could sneak into Ba-Ba's room and just look at it without him knowing...

@LadyRunic
"I do believe there were servants and advisors yes. They didn't appear special my Lord." The only thing Lost saw humans as was burdens, and the smaller they were the bigger the burden. From the way Phyre hid her, she certainly wasn't supposed to be seen by the world in the court. Lost was certain he was searching for the little one. Why though was what racked his brain. To use his name so quickly, disturbed him as well. Why have you become impatient for a human? The thought that it was for a human made it even more disgusting to think about. Though his pet gave pity and continued to play her harp elegantly, Lost's face turned more serious.

"Why do you inquire of his court? Is there someone hidden amongst his realm that owes you a favor? I am honored to serve you, and I don't ask to know your plans, but I do not wish to be a tool. You are wise beyond my years, but I ask that I at least be given the respect of a servant in your realm."

@rechonq
Aisling's playing stopped as the wrong note cracked the precious melody. The King of Fall's eyes narrowed as he leaned forward in the throne made from the bones of fallen beasts and fae. Covered in the furs of those he hunted down. The angular and sharps features became drawn tight. His entire being narrowed upon Lositay. Speaking his words were no more than a breathe on the frozen air, but they cut with the presence that made those not under his scrutiny shrink back and thanks the powers that be that it was not them to be so bold. For while the King was not angry by any means he was not the kindest nor most gentle of Fae. The full weight of his attention was like being scrutinized to your very soul by a predator. For that was what the Fall King was.

"I said what did you see. I require every detail, no matter how small. Nothing in this Realm or the next that owes me a favor is lost." A raven squawked as it flew to land on the back of the throne cackling as ravens do. Several others perched in the branches joining in the bold one's laughter. "You are a mere pawn, my satyr. Why I ask, and what I plan is far beyond your ken." Leaning back he relieved the Fae of the full weight of his presence. "When it is time for you to know, you shall. Not before, nor after." He gave a sharp snap of his fingers, the raven swooping off to the tree tops of the giant trees. "Time is delicate and so are words and details. The wrong one would bring everything to a collapse." The last word was growled, that was not something Falk would allow.

@Belle
Feoras chuckles. "Yes we can play hide and seek....but we must play inside for now." He gives a small smile. His thoughts wander back to the mirror..why has he been given that. What was falk up to. He lightly shakes his head. No he won't think of such things while he is with Lyra. The child deserves some fun. He shoved the thoughts to the back of his mind for now. He would address them later...in detail.