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The Winter Queen's comment did not lay on deaf ears, but Aisling did not get the chance to reply. A warm wind sprung up through the room as the doors thundered open, their hinges doubtlessly damaged as they hung askew in the frame. With long strides, the billowy outfit tugged by a gentle phantom wind, Yggdrasill approached the throne of ice. His- her?- feminine face not turning to cast green-gold eyes towards either human, nor Fae Ruler. The Knight not ever noticed as the ancient Fae set the bundle that was Sini upon the seat. "Oh you poor thing~! Little pets, all jabbering when there is work to be done!" Their voice was deeper than any woman's but far too light for a man- or at least a straight man. Casting a scolding look upon the Frozen Queen. "You really ought to work on your hospitality, little Steward of The Winter. I swear-" He shook his head, as he took the saplings and deposited it via a flash of dazzling light into the Winter Knight's hands. "Plant that somewhere [i]decent[/i]. I want nice soft soil, well protected and near a pretty little glen. Oh, and make sure there's a lovely babbling brook. You get lonely after a while and when people pile dirt about you for several years." The orders were plainly that, but there was a light amusement to the being's voice and little doubt he/she would be obeyed. As if it was natural that they would follow the commands placed before them. Even the human- Aisling- looked stunned. Alarmed even. But thankfully the dryad for that was clearly what this being was, was distracted by the fallen Guard. His hands glowing with a soft green-golden light. A man's hands, a woman's delicate features, but a very masculine overtone.

The human was so very confused and ready to just have done with the entirety of Faedom. Deal or no. But as her mouth opened to speak once more. Protesting this being and the Queen and all that was Fae. A deadly prescence made itself known with a mighty blast of wind that smelled of the storm and the rage of darkness. Fall's servant- the general appeared in the doorway. Their shared Master's winds howling as they rose into the canopy of the room. As if banshees themselves they wailed a chant of war and drums on ancient hills. Carrying tunes of danger and a call to arms. A clear warning to all who heard and Aisling shrunk back. For the Fall King was not prone to violence over much, not to this level at least and she would rather his eye not be turned toward her.

The Spring smelling man/woman however looked to the ceiling with a tsk of their tongue. "Oh, dear. Seems by hubby got rather snippy with something. Why have he leashed the very Hunt's Sounds to his winds?" The pale and shimmering hair swayed in the rough breeze.