[center][b][color=6ecff6]Arys[/color][/b][/center]

If her heart was not frozen, Arys might have been amused then hurt by Feoras' reaction. In her present state, she could not have cared less.

The words of Spring caused her some pause. His words had a ring of wisdom to them. Falk was treacherous and while she wanted that treachery in her favor there would not be much to stop him from turning on her should he decide to use that treachery against her. While she could hope that he would not harm the potential mother of his child... hope could lead to death if placed in the wrong hands.

[color=6ecff6]"I stand by my original statement : a male protects that which he has earned. I would pray Lord Fall's pride would keep him from harming me, but should such a thing come about I have protections in place that even a great Fae Lord could not escape,"[/color] she paused for a moment to let that sink in to Falk's mind, give him something to stew over as to what those 'protections' were, before turning back to Nyx.[color=6ecff6] "If your words are offered in truth, and not from the need to irritate Falk, then I thank you for your consideration,"[/color] she added respectfully. An icy smile curved on her lips. [color=6ecff6]"Or perhaps his concern is out of a spirit of competition with you Lord Falk. Maybe you should make haste completing my trial, before someone else completes it first."[/color]

The words were merely playful prodding, nothing more. The Winter Lady was a female of honor. She had given the trial to Fall and it would be to Fall she would give the reward should he complete it. If someone else completed it before him... well, he wouldn't allow that to happen. No one defeated the Lord of Fall. His ego would never permit it.

Nyx and Falk were immediately chomping at the bit to fight, their thinly veiled arguement making Arys roll her eyes once again. Her gaze fell on Feoras. For the slightest instant, a flicker of sadness flashed in her eyes. Her lips parted slightly and she exhaled in a rush.
Closing her eyes quickly, she turned her head away and back to the other two lords.
She lifted an eyebrow at Falk's words about the Hunt possibly moving south. [color=6ecff6]"Should I be preparing my borders? It doesn't seem a fair act to set your beasts upon the home of your potential bride."[/color]

Even Arys winced at Falk's insult to Nyx. Such words were uncalled for. Spring was arrogant yes, but so was Falk. In fact Arys had little trouble imagining Nyx as a younger version of Falk. 
[color=6ecff6]"Please shall we not end this Moot in bloodshed?" [/color]she asked, waving a hand to form intricate goblets sculpted from ice. Once filled with wine the icy goblets would chill it to perfection. [color=6ecff6]"My dear Lord Falk, would you be so kind...?"[/color] she trailed off suggestively, gesturing to the ice goblets. It was her attempt to keep the very fragile peace they had from snapping.