[color=Orange][h1]Falk[/h1][/color]

Falk waved off the goblet with a dismissal wave. "My Lady, it would be against my interests to make war upon your borders, and competition would be..." He trailed off with a deep chuckle. "The war that resulted... These young fairies would be standing in rank with the other fallen of my Hunt." Winds howled in a shrieking gale. A show of power and terror. A dark armored hand took the Snow Queen's in it's own as lips kissed the tips with gentle courtesy. The Fall Kin stood before her and then the wind darkened all the more. "My reasons for the Moot have been dealt with. Seeing as we are devolving into bickering..." Tegvan gave a harsh laugh. "I shall see to the task, the Frozen Lady of Beauty has laid before me." The wind soared into a small twister before dissipating. Where the ancient King once stood was a spire of fall roses in full blood.

Flowers for the future Queen.

The winds of the Fall's High Hall screamed and shook the great trees. Aisling looked up in fear as many Fae did. Many of the lesser Fae fled, as did a handful of greater Fae. Appearing at the base of his throne the Fall King, Tegvan, appeared. Clothed in robes of black and grey. His eyes gleaming with power as he laughed. His Fae watched on in fear and horror. What had brought their king such amusement? Did it bode them well or ill? 'She who is born of Ashes' cringed back as the ancient Fae Lord's gaze locked upon her and his voice shook her being. "Go forth Aisling Ní Cheallaighe, play for the Queen of Winter and thaw her heart with mortal charm. Return once her heart lies within my hand!" His command contained so much more than he said. The layers of spell that was laid upon the human girl made her twist to the Fall King's will. Well did Falk bind his tools to him. Winds swooped about the woman before she was swept off to the Winter Court. The poor Irish woman looked bewildered about at the foot of the winter throne, her harp in lap and hand. Swears streamed from the fiery lass's lips, the Fae Lord had gone mad. Surely mad! Though her hands were drawn to tune the harp and prepare to play as her Lord did bid.

Taking his throne, Falk laughed and sent his eyes out to watch the borders as he puzzled over the ancient spells.