[@Belle][@Prince of Seraphs][center][h1][color=ce5efc]Arethusa[/color][/h1][/center]

[hr]Arethusa stared daggers at the Nymph before her, who had placed Lyra in her arms. She raised her hand, as though to smack her sister, but lowered it instead to smooth the young girl's hair. The Nymph's lip quivered, and she exited the room as fast as she could. Arethusa fumed, her eyes glowing bright green. They calmed instantly as she looked down at Lyra, the poor girl was scared half to death. 

[color=ce5efc]”My poor girl, I am sorry our prisoner frightened you so. If he dares to reach for you again...”[/color] Her face set sternly, calming just as quickly. She smiled, full of affection for the eternally youthful girl. [color=ce5efc]”When Ba-Ba returns, we will make sure the mean prisoner is taken care of.”[/color] She glanced at Raven and chuckled, dismissing the situation. 

[color=ce5efc]”Then we shall see if I can take you to my land, the animals miss you dearly. I will let you ride the wolves, just don't tell on me.”[/color] She didn't give Raven the pleasure of being quiet about her landform, it was no secret she owned one. The real question, was the location of her magical forest. The only one to have ever found it was Feoras, who had followed her home after her dance in the woods. He still held it against her at times, but it was more of a joke than anything. [i]His own, rude joke.[/i] 

As she cradled Lyra, she watched Raven eat. The Fae had checked the food for poison beforehand, which was unnecessary but fun to watch. [color=ce5efc]”I trust you enjoy the citrus? If you would like, I can send you off with a few tarts. I hear they are delicacies, but I've yet to indulge.”[/color] She took a seat in one of the lounging chairs, they looked brand new, but were comfortable and slightly worn. She rocked Lyra in a smooth rhythm, spreading a motherly warmth through the child. She cared for the child as a friend, but also as a motherly figure. The child was stuck in the age of four, and she needed comfort at every turn. Often, Arethusa would ask the king to shift her age, let her live life in different stages. Other times she would ask Feoras to expose her to new things, each time he refused. It wasn't her place to argue. 

[color=ce5efc]”What is it you seek in life, Raven? Others with your abilities would ask for power, but you seem taken by something else.”[/color] Arethusa stared at Raven with an almost childlike wonder, captivated by the thought of a new story. She could relay it to the forest, in the form of a hymn. [color=ce5efc]”If you would like to tell me, of course.”[/color] She said quickly, deciding to be thoughtful.