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There was a great crash throughout the Realm as thrice a portal ripped open to deposit various Fae of Spring in each of the other Seasons. All of them babbling of a man with golden hair, or was it a woman?- their fear and the tales of the creatures that devoured their king and leaders. Each pleading for sanctuary, saying that Yggdrasil would see the Ruler paid in truth. Speaking tails of Yggdrasil's dyrad, or so the elder of the Spring Fae said. But it was in Winter where the gate opened a forth time, depositing the body of the Guard Sini and the arms that held the young Fae. Her eyes closed as she looked in the bliss of death. Nestled in her hands the sapling from Yggdrasil's own branches. Approaching the throne of winter was a woman or a man, depending on how you looked. Their eyes a green-gold, their skin fair and brown at the same time, mimicking the bark of the great tree. Robes of green and gold flowed about them, accenting the slim neck that was tilted up to face the Queen of Ice and Snow.

Elsewhere, Aisling looked to Dagon with annoyance. "What do you want?" Her hands plucked a tuneless series of notes on her beloved harp. Her hair mussed and looking like she had recently risen from sleep, her clothing also rumpled as if such was true. Though the human's face was open enough to show the fear and worry there. She had heard something, the whispers of the Fae from the other side of the door, the great cracking noises. The feel of frightful Fae in the air. It was something one in Falk's Court learned, it kept the human from the radar when the Fae Lord was in a wrath. And only once had Aisling seen him so, it had been over a group of ents and their seedlings. The Surrendering of the Names was being refused and Falk had been quick to break down the wall of their homes and wrest their children and names from them. Though he had been quick to give them pardon once things were set as they should have been.

Falk, however, was sitting in his throne. His many Fae had come with all their speed. Aiding the slower of their kin to reach their Ancient Lord. Now his Hall was a commander's, and outside of it was a sea of Fae tents and homes. Each waiting for the orders to be given. His Hunt swarmed withing themselves, eager to set against whatever caused the barrier to be raised. Fear and anticipation was tangiable. Slim hands folded before his face as he thought. There should have been more time. They should have been one nation to face this threat not three. His plans had taken too long and Yggdrasil... He spared a thought to the Spring Fae now surrounded by guards and kept to their own little section of the city that had sprung up, and continued to grow, about him.

Gesturing to the relieved of his message, the salamander he tossed it a piece of parchment before it disappeared in black wind to speed it to it's 'King'.

[i]"This foe... Is the Ancient Enemy that caused our current problems. I, hence forth, call a Moot to meet within my own Halls. Upon my word as "[/i] The name written there, for it was a name, was in lettering so swirled and ancient, reading would be nearly impossible. [i]"... that you or the queen of Winter shall be harmed and this is a meeting of peace. Join thy Walls with my own and We shall buy ourselves more time."[/i] A second wind blew a duplicate to the Winter Queen. Unaware of her current guest.