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The Fall King moved with a easy grace. "So tell me, does my courting of the Lady Winter trouble you?" The stormy grey-green eyes looked light, amused. Untroubled. While it would not be wise to lie nor put falsehood before him, the Lord of Fall seemed untroubled by the thought that Feoras still attached on his presumed wife to be. "Be honest, stripling. I care little for such facts. We Fae have- had- long lives." The eyes became troubled as he recalled times long past as he forced himself to use the correct tense. "We may have marriages come and go, lovers as well. A good husband or wife of the Fae in ancient times worried not about such things. The child would be theirs or it would not. If not, it fell to the spouse and lover to care for. If it was the marriage bound cared for it. Marriages were dissolved when it was no longer needed though both parties would have had to agree to it..." Sitting with the grace of a lazy cat, he waved a hand in dismissal at his prattling though he would never call it such.

Studying the Summer King he raised a slight brow. "You have questions, Fae of Summer. King on High. Sun's own Son. Speak them. I will answer to my amusement, and you shall answer my own questions. A good bargain, is it not?" He raises a hand in pause. "Though I will add that no state secrets, nothing of rank but rather Fae to Fae. And, of course, no Names." The predatory grin was back, as his eyes looked off to times long pass. "You are young, I am ancient. Time effects even the Fae, though it is the one lie we permit that they do not." The Fall King was not in his black armor but robes of black and grey. A single sash of bronze and brown about his waist, looking oddly out of place. The robbed sleeves bound back from the firm arms, and his black hair swept back from his face. High above the winds rushed the tree tops as thundered rumbled far off. With a displeased look towards the thunder, the Fall King's eyes gleamed and a sharp gesture made. The storm that was starting to boil just in sight beyond the falls's top dissipated. "I have had enough of rain." The reasonable and silky voice became deep and sharp with annoyance.