[h2][color=Black]Nyx[/color][/h2]
A look of shock crossed Nyx's face momentarily. It was a testament to how surprising the Fall King's offer was that anything showed in the Mara's features at all. Within a single moment that shock was gone, replaced before any but those observing him closely could see. He covered his surprise with a half cajoling, half mocking air and an easy smile. He gave a short laugh. [color=Black]"My dear Autumn King, you are old indeed. Perhaps that had made you wise in some matters but evidently none of those have to do with the proper way to treat a lady. Why that is no way to woo the hand of any but the desperate. If I may say that does not describe our beautiful Lady Arys."[/color] Nyx grinned. There was something satisfying about mocking the Fall King in a situation where his words were slight enough that retribution would seem extreme and unbecoming. It was not as if Fall and Spring could become more distant from each other and neither would declare war over something as petty as this. [color=Black]"You must come at the very least with flowers for her grace. Though I suppose in your land flowers are out of there time."[/color] His smile hinted at the laughter Nyx held at Falk's attempt to join the two Unseelie Courts. 

Falk was objectively speaking attractive for a fae but Arys was far too reasonable and more importantly far too cold to marry for such a petty reason. The manner in which Falk acted, performed all of his tasks, the manner in which he existed for that matter dictated that should he marry the Winter Queen they would not share what belonged to them individually. Instead everything that Arys commanded would become Falk's and he would ensure that there was little she could do about it.

Though a part of him was dying to throw it in Falk's face Nyx kept to himself what Ceridwen would have thought about such an offer being made of her. The very prospect of Fall and Spring joining forces was ludicrous but more than that Ceridwen had always found Falk despite his appearance repulsive. He displayed certain appetites that seemed insatiable which Ceridwen found disgusting. Besides for all his ability and age Falk was nothing special. A mere seasonborn. Ceridwen had always had a fascination with the rare among the fae. She never would have deemed to lower herself to being tied to something as trivial as a seasonborn. It was likely the reason she had taken to Nyx as a child. He was one of a dozen Mara in the entire Spring Kingdom while Fall and Winter had colonies of his kind.

Nyx shifted his gaze to Feoras wondering how he would take the news. The rumors of Arys and Feoras' affair permeated all four Courts. It had been considered somewhat scandalous at the time though no one truly believed it would last. When the inevitable came Nyx was far from surprised. But whatever Feoras had done to offend Lady Arys he still clearly cared for her. Nyx quietly was hoping the Summer King would ignite in fury or indignation though that remained to be seen.
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[h2][color=DarkMagenta]Raven Silverlight[/color][/h2]
Raven walked through the Summer Court dragging behind her a Hobgoblin with his hands bound. There was a price on his head for taking a number of artifacts that the Summer King valued. The shackles that held him were spelled by a very creative Spring fae. They prevented the Hobgoblin from changing his shape.

Raven didn't hold any particular dislike for Summer but she much preferred its fairer Seelie brother. She was skilled enough to avoid the deception of the place and Spring's climate was to her more preferable. She would have delivered her cargo long ago if only she'd been able to fly the distance but unfortunately with an uncooperative Hobgoblin in toe being able to fly without loosing him was an impossibility. Still the Summer heat was not unbearable and the woods were pleasant. 

Every minute or so Raven yanked hard on the chain that connected to the Hobgoblin's shackles. She'd given him only enough chain so that he was not bumping into her with every step but no more. She didn't want to risk him escaping. His kind could be so slippery after all and she had plans for the money his capture would bring.

Soon the forests of Summer gave way to the mighty Court of Feoras the Summer King. He was powerful but Raven considered him hot tempered. She felt the other rulers held an advantage over him in the realm of politics and so preferred to exist in one of their Courts. It wouldn't do to be caught behind enemy lines if a war were to break out.

The Capitol of Summer was a beautiful place but Raven found the fae there giving her nasty glances and some even spat at there feet as she approached. She knew why of course. She had not deemed to glamour herself this visit to the Court and so the color of her eyes was plain for all to see. A deep violet that portrayed her as a member of the Tuatha Dé Danann. A tribe of fae that in ancient times had been condemned and now those who were a part of it were considered the lowest of the low. Raven smiled at those that gave her nasty looks and even bowed to one very old Brownie who looked so shocked he hurried inside a close by building to be away from her.

Raven had no illusions about how people saw her. No matter where she went she was not wanted, spat on in the streets, denied access to taverns and shops, her named cursed by any fae who saw her. After more than a thousand years she had stopped caring. If they wanted to despise her for what she was there was nothing she could do to change it. If her presence made people uncomfortable let it. If they wanted to be away from her they could be the ones to leave. She would go where she chose when she wanted. At this moment that place was the Palace of the King of Summer. She had a delivery to make.

When Raven arrived at the palace gates the guard starred at her for several seconds. He was a troll of creditable size who likely expected his menacing stare to scare her away. When it didn't he spoke in scattered words. [color=GreenYellow]"You, not welcome here."[/color]

Raven rolled her eyes. [color=DarkMagenta]"Yeah I get that a lot. I have a delivery for the representative of the Summer King while he is at Moot."[/color] She said shoving the Hobgoblin forward.

The troll watched the Hobgoblin for another few seconds, trying to figure out what he should do. Finally he said [color=GreenYellow]"I take prisoner to Are, you wait here, I bring reward to you."[/color]

Raven sighed. She really hated dealing with trolls. It was hard to make anything stick in their thick heads. [color=DarkMagenta]"That's not going to cut it. If I'm not permitted to see the Overseer I'll simply take this creature somewhere else. I'm sure Spring or Winter would be pleased to get their hands on some of Feoras' prized treasures."[/color]

The trolled looked rather annoyed but signaled for the gate to be open. [color=YellowGreen]"Go in. Remember Drak not at fault here. End of this on your head. Not Drak fault, tell Overseer you at fault, not Drak."[/color]

[color=DarkMagenta]"I would be happy to."[/color] Raven said giving a very condescending bow to the troll guard before entering through the gate. She passed through a handful of corridors before she found what she was looking for. Are the Overseer, the one in charge while Feoras was absent had set herself up in the Summer Court's Great Hall hearing the grievances of various Summer Fae.

Raven bypassed the line. Those upset by this quickly shut their mouths when they saw the sword hanging at Raven's hip. It was named Claiomh Solais. The blade forged of diamond, the handle carved of precious ivory, it was believed to be one of the four ancient treasures of Raven's people, lost for thousands of years. It was said that no one prevailed against the wielder and while none had ever gotten close enough to determine if there was an enchantment on the blade that made this true the fear of it being possible kept a great many from challenging Raven. In all likelihood it was one of the few reasons she was still breathing. Most Tuatha didn't live as long as Raven had.

In the hall there was a sprite telling Are in rapidfire speech about some problem she was having with a neighboring pixie but the moment Raven came into view she fell silent. [color=DarkMagenta]"I would leave if I were you small one, come back when Are is less busy."[/color] The sprite fled the hall and Raven smiled. [color=DarkMagenta]"Hello Are, I brought your King a gift."[/color] She threw the Hobgoblin down at Are's feet.

[color=DarkMagenta]"I do believe there was a substantial reward for the capture of this creature."[/color]
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