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[h2][color=DarkMagenta]Raven Silverlight[/color][/h2]
Raven watched the young child being comforted by Are. In some ways she was jealous of the oblivious life that Lyra led. Comforted and coddled by everyone around her. But then she paid a dear price for it, she was trapped in a prison even if she was too immature to realize it. [color=DarkMagenta]"I take it the [i]King[/i] doesn't allow her to see any of the realities of life?"[/color] Raven had no problem speaking about anyone of importance in any manner she wished. It shocked most people but then the color of her eyes was generally enough to disturb them so why wait on polite and idle speech.

Raven gave a gentle shrug alone with a sly smile when Are asked about what she wished for of life. Of course power was not her main interest. The moment you some of proportion another would try to take it from you. [color=DarkMagenta]"Power is an idle thing. True power cannot be kept for long so seeking it becomes purposeless. As long as you have enough to keep yourself and those things you hold dear safe more is redundant and often dangerous from those who feel threatened by it. I have what power I [i]need[/i] so there is no reason to want more."[/color]

Explaining what Raven truly sought in life to Are would be both purposeless as the Land Nymph would never quite understand and more than Raven would be willing to share with a complete stranger. Most fae lived with the idea that they were immortal, that they would live forever as long as they were never careless. Raven's people lived with a hard and certain truth. They [i]would[/i] die. Before there time, and forgotten by history. The Tuatha lived there lives fast because there's was a limited existence. Raven was already more than twice the age her parents had been at their passing and she lived her life risky. The business she was in had very few employees. Most didn't last long. What Raven really wanted from life was to truly feel every moment of it before she was shuffled off the mortal coil. It was something that only another Tuatha or perhaps a human could actually understand.

When the child started speaking again Raven wasn't sure if she should find it cute, feel disgusted or pity the poor creature. The Hobgoblin [i]would[/i] die. There was no doubt about that but Lyra didn't seem capable of understanding the concept of death let along applying it to her life. To be like that forever. Tragic.

When Lyra asked for a tart Raven smiled and plucked one up from the tray Are had had brought out. [color=DarkMagenta]"I like the lemon ones little dear, not as sweet as raspberry but delicious in a different way."[/color] She placed the tart in arms reach of Lyra. [color=DarkMagenta]"Why don't you try one."[/color] She said with a smile.

When Lyra asked if she would be as pretty and Raven and Are when she grew up the Tuatha glanced at the Nymph. Lyra clearly wasn't developmentally old enough to understand that she did not and would not ever age. She would never grow up to be beautiful or average or at all. She was simply stuck. Still if there was one thing that Raven was good at it was misdirection. [color=DarkMagenta]"You don't have to wait to be pretty Lyra."[/color] Raven reached into her bag and pulled out a hair clip that shaped into the form of a butterfly. It had been enchanted to so that it would occasionally flap its wings.

[color=DarkMagenta]"This is an Alrelian Butterfly. They only stay with the pure and the beautiful."[/color] Raven reached out and fixed the clip into the girl's hair. The enchanted clip flapped its wings slowly. Raven let it sit for a moment before saying [color=DarkMagenta]"See it likes you. You are beautiful little one."[/color]
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[h2][color=Black]Nyx[/color][/h2]
Nyx was silent as he watched the exchange between Falk and Arys. She put on a good show for all three of them but Nyx knew that he was not truly involved in what was unfolding. Arys was considering Falk's offer and so showed him respect while at the same time making her old flame suffer for his betrayal. Nyx saw the steam coming off Feoras as the talks went on and even more alarming the change in his eye color. Nyx prayed that the Summer King wasn't foolish enough to go to war over something this trifling. Not that Nyx had a problem with war, in many cases it was a good thing for the region but the last war between Summer and Winter was still fresh in the eyes of the fae and no one wished to repeat such an event this soon. Still Feoras' temper was legendary and made Nyx question how he kept his throne and his people placated.

When Arys addressed Nyx's offers of renewed trade agreements and more importantly the exchange for Blood Pearls the Mara King nodded. [color=Black]"I can part with five vials of Fire Water. No more."[/color] The Phlegethon was an ancient river and the spirit of the waters was not patient. She had enough respect for the ruler of Spring to allow him access to small quantities of her water but her patience had very narrow limits. Nyx would not risk angering her by being greedy with her resources.

[color=Black]"Very well, I will send a delegate to meet the shipment and decide terms with your goblins."[/color] They were shrewd creatures, always good at plucking the best bargain for themselves or those they represented. Many things could be said of Queen Arys but she was no fool.

Nyx sat back and listened to the challenge Arys issued. She was indeed quite clever. The term "Frozen Heart" could apply to a hundred thousand different rituals with nuanced differences too their final effect. Not to mention those that performed the same task with different ingredients. Nyx however was not one to under estimate the Fall King. If he wanted this union badly enough be it a day or a hundred years he would find the right ritual to unfreeze Arys' heart. Whatever it was that Falk had whispered in the Ice Queen's ear must have been most enticing to prompt this kind of reaction. It had to be an offer of some kind, something everyone knew he had but had never seen... or never heard. In some ancient fae marriage ceremonies it was customary for bride and groom to exchange true names. But for someone who had kept his silence for ten thousand years or more this seemed unlikely.

[color=Black]"My Lady Arys, I realize my word counts for very little with you but I feel I would be remiss if I did not warn you to be careful. You would not be the first to become tangled in Lord Falk's web of trickery and deception. He had toppled many Court rulers without the aid of force. I would hate to think that at the next Moot I might be looking on the face of a different Winter Ruler. Be wary."[/color]

With those serious words out of his mouth Nyx's face brightened as a sly smile crossed his face. [color=Black]"If all talks of trade agreements are finished we might move on to more serious matters. We have all I believe felt it. The darkening of our skies as the Wylde Hunt prepares to ride. If it is not too much trouble I would like to heard it from his lord's mouth why his dogs grow restless. Lord Falk, have you anything to say?"[/color]
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