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@LovelyAnastasia @Belle @Fallenreaper @Forett

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The male- Nathaniel- snorted. "I breaking the rules placed upon me? Never!" The fae's eyes were eerie as they swirled with silver and grey. Cocking his head, Darkwing lowered his torso so he could stare up at Erin's face. A toothy smile forming on his own. "The poor dear wants answers?" Rising to his proper height, the man looked at Thymund with a innocent expression. "Why of course she is not a snack! That would be a prisoner! Not a indentured servant by Fae Law. Though the other Law does leave that up for the strongest to decide..." The newcomer looked at Erin again, with a forlorn sigh. Flipping his hand, a silvery smoke grew about Erin before it dissipated. Making sure he was standing well back as the explanation quickly came. Nathaniel was not the stronger of the two here and he knew it.

"I sent her to the Quarters is all! She'll be absolutely fine there! Well, except if she for some random reasons decides to stab herself in the eye with a fork! Before you decide I'm next on the menu!" Nathaniel raised a hand as if to ward off the oncoming proverbial fork. "Do remember who you are mated to. She will not take kindly if you slay me... Brother." The last word turned the panicked explanation into a dart. Nathaniel had never agreed with his sister's choice of mate, but he did not get that say. The Law of their kind prohibited the weaker from rights that under other Law would be granted. Such was the Way of the Strong. A law that was no such thing, yet was.



Noah would find himself not left alone to his chagrin. For over the way, swaying back and forth came a small ball of light. A chiming noise from within. It seemed to skate across the surface of the pool. It's voice singing a old rhyme as it skated about. The sprite was not a large creature, no bigger than a butterfly and with as much grace.

"Old were the mountains,
Great and tall!
Young were the trees,
Weak and small!
But the trees did grow,
The stone did last!
Till the night fell,
Till the wind blast!
Then shadow came,
And we did weep.
For our King!
He did sleep!
Woke he did!
Bumped his head!
But we were happy!
He weren't dead!"

Giggling the little sprite, wasn't watching where it was going thus it gave a squeal as it rebounded off of Noah. Skipping back across the water and landing on a small lily pad. Noah would have most likely not felt a thing. But the sprite blinked at the human and clapped it's little hands in glee. For there was a human figure within the light. Though it contained no features. "Human! Human! A indentured human! You are new! You are different!" The sprite chimed with gleeful excitement. Seeming to forget it's former rebound.

However, in the main common room. The Fox has been summoned away by the Lord of the UnSeelie and thus is no longer there to give answer or accept insult. The flushing red Clarice barely able to keep from curling her lip at the harsh words of the kitsune. Narrowing her eyes at Belle, she bared her teeth- but a clear voice rang out before Clarice could say more. "You do yourself no favors, Clarice Eckle. This girl is new to the Fae Realm is that not obvious? Your words are cruel and her service to you will not be given. I forbid it. Lest you wish to challenge my word?" A raven haired woman no older than sixteen glared at the red head, her hair let to fall loose around a victorian styled dress, her blue eyes gleaming with fevered annoyance. Clarice looked ready to speak against, but the stranger's next words cut her off. "Do you wish me to bring this to the attention of High Lord of the UnSeelie?" Clarice's mouth snapped shut as her little gathering of women seemed to draw away from her.

Turning on her heels the Red head stormed from the room with a spat at Esla. "Keep the dress!" Watching her go, the woman who had spoken so sharply to the red headed trouble maker, turned and walked from the common room after Clarice. Not bothering to spare a glance towards Elsa. Her face seeming slightly drawn and her brow furrowed. Elsa would see the elderly woman in the corner gesture for the poor lass who had been caught in a ugly situation to join her.

"Old were the mountains,

Great and tall!

Young were the trees,

Weak and small!

But the trees did grow,

The stone did last!

Till the night fell,

Till the wind blast!

Then shadow came,

And we did weep.

For our King!

He did sleep!

Woke he did!

Bumped his head!

But we were happy!

He weren't dead!"

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@LovelyAnastasia @Belle @Fallenreaper @Forett

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@Forett Thymund would be walking through the Lower Quarter where he notices a figure heading towards one of the higher bridges in the Lower Quarter that lead to the High Road and thus the Dark Tower. The true court of the UnSeelie Fae and the seat of the High King when he was in residence. Thymund would also know this as one of Falk's Hands. General Kaeleer Savant. And someone his mate- Jessamine Darkwing- had been keeping a eye on and a keen ear out for. Though she never really stated as to why, other than it was never in desire. He wasn't of Jessamine's type after all. Highly valuing any information about the General Savant. A pop fizzles under Thymund's muzzle as a piece of parchment whirls out of shadow. "I require your presence in the Dark Tower's Grand Hall, if you would. -Falk"

[@Fallen Trinity] A message had been delivered to you. Message in as so much as a command from Falk to come to the Dark Tower could be considered a message. There was always the option of refusal, if refusal was desperately needed. But refusal was not something one lightly gave the King of the UnSeelie and for good reason. However, Kaeleer might recognize a familiar face in the crowds of the Lower Quarter. The slums and essentially rowdier part of Under the Mountain. Thymund White. He who was mated to Jessamine Darkwing. A being that often kept a eye on Kaeleer when he was in the City of Sky- Versailles. A woman of some beauty and who kept staring at him oddly. Kaeleer would know Thymund as a 'man' of integrity and part of Falk's unofficial third hand.



@Belle The elderly woman was kindly woman. Willowy and thin. She had aged elegantly, but there was a tremor in her hands and a weakness to her breathe. Giving Elsa a raised brow the woman, clucked her tongue slightly. "You should not give your name out so lightly, Elsa." Her admonishment was well meant but her tone was kind. Shaking her head at the young woman's foolishness, the woman clucked her tongue again. "Names are something special here and they hold power to the Fae and those within their realms. You may call me Bianca, and no that is not my actual name, but it is merely a childhood nickname. Something I chose when the Lord of Horse spirited me away from the battlefield. Blessing upon Arik for that." The woman smiled at the memory before continuing her work.

Elsa might note that while Bianca might be taking notes as she might have thought but was writing in some strange language. The elderly woman however continued talking, her hand continuing to jot down the strange words. "And you are very correct. This is not a place to assume anything. The Fae Under The Mountain are vicious creatures. Unlike the Seasonal Courts. Where you were supposed to go I gather, but the High Lord had business here. It's just as well, I suppose." Giving Elsa a stern look the woman eyed her dress with distaste. "You wish to know what you are to do here as though you've not a clue?" Blotting away some of the ink from the book, the knobby fingers set the pen in the inkwell that was sitting next to her. "Did you think of nothing? Pay no attention to the tales of the Fae? Just willy-nilly make a deal with them." Shaking her head the woman tutted. "You were brought here to pay the debt for the favor you asked for."

@Fallenreaper The little sprite peered up at Noah curiously. Tilting it's little head, the once exicted orb looked terribly confused. "Why leaving? Does not need to wash?" The chiming and giggling voice was toned down and the little sprite skimmed over to perch on the ledge of the pool. The tiny feet brushing back and forth in the water. It's body was generally gender less save the delicate grace about it that might hint on it being female. "Does need help? Scented oils? Lotions? Flowers? Feathers?" The little sprite offered, holding a giant bubble as big as it was and offering it to Noah with a very proud smile. "Bubbles! Bubbles to help the human!"

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@LovelyAnastasia @Belle @Fallenreaper @Forett

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@Forett @FallenTrinity You both begin making your way to the High Road. Passing many Fae, high and low alike. Soldiers do not stop nor question you as they move from the gate onto the High Road. The great bridge spanning from the rim of Under the Mountain the Dark Tower in it's center. The Dark Tower itself is a massive collumn of stone black as Jessamine's scales but far more dull. The courtiers on the walk way move from your path in their finery and give speculative glances as they whisper to each other rather openly about possible reasons that The General and Thymund White are walking together towards the Dark Tower. Ranging from treason, to plots of murder, to possible lovers and nothing really interesting.



@BelleBianca shook her head looking slightly peeved. "Fae cannot just simply snatch you from the cradle. Not anymore anyways. They have laws and breaking those laws isn't wise for the Fair Folk to do. As for advice? Don't make a fool of yourself. Accept nothing unless it is freely given and said to be freely given." Closing her book she looked at the young girl with a long sigh. "You have you're head in the clouds, child. Bring it down to earth before you make a deal you'll regret. You're an indentured servant, you can't be killed, but you can endure nightmares and the Fae can make your life harder than it needs to be."

@FallenreaperThe tiny sprite looked pleased as it hopped into the water. "Bubbles! Bubbles! Soap! Clean!" It squeaked as it splashed out the water, a trail of soapy water following in it's wake. The bubble in Noah's hand slowly swirled, condensing and turned a pastel violet. The bubble turning from a light weight to something more substantial. If popped the liquid would turn solid. A globe of soap smelling of lavender and lilacs. Apparently the little sprite giggled on it's lily pad as it poked bubbles about it. "Fun fun fun!"

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@LovelyAnastasia @Belle @Fallenreaper @Forett

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@Forett @FallenTrinity The grand door soon stands before you, pale blue light blooming over it as it yields to let you two enter. Closing behind you with a ominous closing. A sound that echoed through the massive halls and drew looks from the darkest and most powerful of Fae Under the Mountain. The weak did not dwell within the Court of Nightmares for long. The floor was a shiny white that was at odds with the gleaming ceiling of dark stone and glittering gems and metals. The walls were decorated in various paintings and trophies from various hunts. Skins, heads, horns, claws and fangs. But the runners of dark deep blue that covered the marble, offering a weak warmth from the chill of the stone, led the eye up to a second door. This one just as large, and up a grand staircase. A woman on one side was holding the handle and thus hand of the man on the other. She was fair to look upon. With an angular cat-like face her eyes were pure emeralds that looked at one with the door. The man on her opposite was as wilde as she was not. Storm winds whipped his great cloak about him shrouding his body in mystery along with his face. Though the moon at his back echoed the rose at hers.

This was the door to the Grand Hall of the Court of Horrors, the Court of the worst side of the UnSeelie. Behind those doors was a long hall filled with pillars of moonstone and silver holding up a ceiling that disappeared in the darkness. The mirror polished black floor was covered in the petals of roses, lilies, moon flowers and the like. Braziers stood between the pillars offering some warm to a room that carried the chill and weight of the Mountain above. At the very back, sitting on the throne shaped from the skull of a dragon, blackened by age was the Lord of UnSeelie. Her hands a folded steeple before him, as he seemed lost in his thoughts. Upon the raised dias, there was a trail of blood to a body that laid at the base of the throne. The wrecked form of a winter-born Fae. He was unable to kneel or move at all, for the Fae's body had been wrecked by some giant beast. The vacant eyes of the man also told that his mind had been torn from him by the King. Something Falk did not do lightly or without reason. Across the chest of the King's blackened armor was looped a decorative image of a dragon. Each detail making it seem almost alive. The grey-black hear reading over the clasp were the cloak on the King's back was held in place. The ruby eyes gleaming in the faint light. A clawed paw clamping on the other shoulder as the dragon's tail circled about to rest on the center of the King's chest. Blood dripped from the false dragon's maw and claw. Then again it was sprayed liberally across the man's chest and dripped from his hand. Though merely a single scratched was landed upon Falk himself. A slice along the wrist that was shallow.



@Belle"You will need to speak with a Lord of Records, Algar the Centaur, or petition the High Lord of the UnSeelie or one of his men." Bianca shrugged. "And don't be so quick to want to meet the High Lord." The older woman hands shook sharply as she gave Elsa a disapproving look. "He is not a Fae to be trifled lightly with, though you would know that if you came from the Collection." Shaking her head and making a annoyed huff, the woman gave Elsa a look that clearly said she thought the girl was a tad bit slow. "You're duties... Their whatever need doing. If you play an instrument and are asked to do it. In all reality, every task is recorded and stowed away against your debt. When it's paid you can leave or remain as you see fit. No one will stop you. However, if you remain but leave, you will no longer have the protection that extends to humans."

@Fallenreaper The sprite is very pleased with helping Noah and Noah would find fresh clothes in the from of a general tunic, shirt, breeches and soft slippers upon a bench in the room when he was finished. The little sprite sitting next to it with a giant smile as it looked pleased at it's 'help'.