[color=green][h1]Aisling[/h1][/color]

The Irish Victorian woman nodded with shy agreement. "All you would need do is to ask for such. He would see it done. Though... If I may be so bold? Expect unexpected visits as fancy takes him." Taking the clothes she retreated to another room with a blush a stammered explanation and thanks. "You are wise not to trust him. I certainly don't, but..." She paused her agreement as she returned to her seat shyly. "His word is good. Never has he broke it. Twisted it, but never broken." She pulled the harp to her lap and tuned it softly. "If I may. . . What type of music would you like?"

Fingers flickered through the string as she began to play a waterfall of music. Hands plucked and ran across the cords as she lost the focus of the Fae queen and poured it instead into the song. Music filled the chambers, echoing into the halls in a swirl of beauty. Aisling played decently, but the years of playing had lent her expertise few others had. She played for sorrow, the haunting sadness of being ripped from the mortal world. The thunderous notes of rage at being a tool to the Fae, and the soft and gently beauty of their realm. Her foot tapped out the beats steadily, keeping time as the Irish woman worked. Falk had told her to play, so play she would and play she did. The Ice Queen's Hall would no longer be silent.

[color=orange][h1]Falk[/h1][/color]

A leaf floated on the mortal breeze, charmed by a whispering breathe. It spiraled and swirled about the ancient stones of Stone Henge. The two remaining Fae would feel the icy nature, the deep darkness of caverns, and the cold wind of coming frost. As the leaf fluttered past the seemingly distraught Feoras and spiraled away up into the blue and grey sky a voice followed in private tones barely audible to the Seasonborn's ears.

[i]"Come, seek. For you do seem weak. To show such emotion to a fae of nightmares. Have care, have care."[/i] The voice was taunting and warning. A macabre dance of words. [i]"Seek out wisdom beyond your years, for there are answers you wish to hear."[/i] The deep chuckle that filled the poor Fae's ears could only belong to one, and he sat upon his throne, books strewed about him and a goblet in hand. The light within his hall left most in shadow save the two gleaming eyes and the flash of pearly white teeth. The game had begun and Falk was calling in every moment's worth of attentiveness and drawing out each second of pleasure.