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

[i]"Would you accept a friendship?"[/i]

of all the things the Fall King expected, that was not a question he had been asked in centuries. Eras. None dared be so bold, so brazen with the ancient Fae. The Fae who was rumored to have walked from the Sea of Mists. The Lord that sat upon a throne of bones and pelts of other Fae. Who had never to Fae memory lost to another. He had been diverted, maneuvered about of course. But never had the Fall King out right lost when another went toe to toe against him.

Stormy eyes watched the Lord of Summer as he lifted his proud head. He was a young Fae, but there was a ancient nobility about him. One Falk had not seen in many years, something born of the Ancient Fae that the elder Lord still remembered. Their pearly robes of intangible form. Faces that were void of emotion, of rage or love. His eyes darkened with the memories of gleaming swords of Fae metals and make. Of the ring of battles and the silver of voices long lost. The fall of the water chased away the ancient thoughts after several long minutes, leaving the echo of the pounding of the sea. It had been a while since he had been to the sea, and it was not time to return there. Not yet. First the Fae Realm would be put into place. A neat little box for it, a peace, stability.

Then he would go to the Sea of Mists and walk along it's mysterious surf. He had nothing to fear from the waters, not unlike the youth of today. It was a comfort, a constant. And in a world that was eroding, the sea remained as it always did. Slowly wearing away the land and bringing it into the watery embrace.

"It would be beneficial for you." Falk gave a slight chuckle. The sound of water gurgling over rocks, the leaves dancing upon the wind. His voice dark and soft with the warmth and comfort darkness brought to those who wearied. "And I would not be opposed to it. Though you would be wise to remember, little Fae Lord." His eyes turned stormy, the green light gleaming in the twilight of his forest. "The walls of my Hall and my throne of bones. Betrayal is not allowed among my Court nor among my allies. But..." Leaning forward, Feroas was pinned by the deadly look in the Fae Lord's eyes. "You are of Noble heart, that is something I have not seen in many centuries amongst the rulers of the Fair Folk. It shall do you well, but I must warn you. Do not let it compel sense from that sun filled head of yours. Else your doom shall approach all the more swiftly than my Hunt rides. I shall accept your Friendship Lord of Summer." The shadows shivered as the Fall Lord smirked slightly.

"How, we shall be three." He noted with a slightly amused tone. "Shall I invite Spring over for tea? I fear I might poison it with iron on instinct."

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