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Falk stared into the pool, his brows knit in thought. All Fae were tools of one another. The difference was the degree of care the higher kept the lower in. He made sure his fae had all they required, his kingdom was strong and well defended. A thousand years and few complaints. Perhaps he had become more callus in later years but only due to the plans he had laid eons ago raising their heads. Many of the Fae agree, 'Leave the large picture to the King, let us play our small part with out own plans.' He had always twisted those plans to his whim. Banishing the thought line from his head, he focus on the tidbit that Lositay brought him. A girl child, a tool. One linked to summer, one that would fall in nicely with his plan. His eyes narrowed as a predatory smile on his face.

Aisling slipped from the hall, her Lord had sent her forth to Summer. In her hands a ball of pearly golden hide. Aisling paused as her heard the fairest of music, looking to the source she smiled. How she longed to stay and watch but she would walk now, and go to the Hall of the Summer King. To grant gift from human to human as her Lord did command. What was his plan? Why did a girl child interest him so?