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

Aisling's eye grew dark with her own anger at the Ice Queen's accusations. Her fingers stilled the humming strings as the Victorian era woman watched the Fae. "Forgive me, Your Majesty. I forgot myself. Of course you are not weak, all powerful Fae that you are." Her tone was laced with deep venom. "Forgive a foolish human who knows of nothing, least of all the plans of one who sent her here. And forgive the music which she plays for she has naught else of satisfaction to do." Aisling's slim hands shook, she was tired of the Fae and of their games. Tired of their ever changing views. Though it was perhaps why she valued the Fall King as her Lord, as he was not so keen to the ever flickle nature of the Fae as the rest of them. She had watched them in the Court, from the steps to the throne as they spoke unkindly of her music or praised it. Declaring it 'refreshing'.

Nothing the Queen of Winter said was new. But Aisling was embolden to be away from the ancient of the Fae Rulers. Something to her was refreshing and freeing. "You say I make speak plainly then I say this. You're a absolute fool." A heart makes someone weak? To certain things yes, and it was easily broken but the heart was passion. And Passion drove people where others emotions would falters. "The heart is the strongest weapon when combined with pen in the Mortal Realm as I knew it before the Fall Court's Kind did spirit me away to his side." Scowling she plucked the strings in dispairing annoyance. Needing something to take her anger out on. Though no true song was played the harp still hummed with a low tone matching Aisling's mood.

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

Falk watched the Summer King and did not pretend to hid his joy nor his superior smirk. Predatory and the epitaph of many Fae blessing and curses, Falk gestured with a slim hand. A hand fitted for pen and harp as much as sword. "Have a seat, King of Summer Courts. You seem rather dishelved of the loss of your Icy Queen. Perhaps you remain human after all." The Hall of the King of Fall was oddly still, no Fae beside the King and his will'o'wisps (Sworn to never speak), were present. A goblet and wine appeared beside Feoras with a chair right at the base of the steps. 

"Though that is not to be a surprise, have you wondered Summerborn? Have you thought as to why we value humans? Mortals with short lives and sight and little in the ways of magic? Who make dreaded iron and curse us as much as they bless us?" The gleaming eyes of the great king seemed to look off into a far off distance, the falls behind him quietly thundering. Standing the Fall King walked down the steps with a grace no other Fae could rival. Like he had been born to move with the liquidity of wind and water. Stopping by the base of the steps a second chair appeared beside the first. Though the King ignored it to peer into the great pool that he saw through. "We Fae lead long and twisted lives. Power, magic, we grasp with clever hands. But, that is not why you are here. Not for the mysteries of the Fae nor the mysteries of the humans, though you may be here for such without knowing. Fate ever turns her wheel and spins destiny upon it." Inclinging his head towards the seats he gestured with a subtle flick of his fingers. "Please, sit. Relax. We are here for a friendly discussion. Nothing more nor less, and away from prying ears and eyes."

[@Belle][@BlackPanther]