[center][h2][color=#008b8b]Fionn MacKerracher[/color][/h2][/center]
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As Fiadh immediately latched onto one of his arms, after listening to Tyaethe draw them back onto the actual topic of the day, Fionn started pulling at his beard thoughtfully. Heavy brow drawn down, frown still remaining on his face, thickly built, and stroking his facial hair in contemplation, one could be forgiven for imagining that he was trying to find a way to just break through the metaphorical wall that the problem presented them. Especially as it seemed unlikely that Fiadh, being from northern Velt, would have any clue who [i]this[/i] particular Moonlit Queen was, or what to expect of her realm.

[i]Unfortunately, not every problem was a door that could be kicked down or a window that could be smashed in—[/i]

[color=#008b8b]"We still want to come from a position that demands [i]some[/i] respect, don't we? The duke is a duke, and she didn't seem to have much concern, like..."[/color] His eyes slid over to the green fairy hanging off his side. [color=#008b8b]"Fiadh, you could be a noble lady, couldn't you?"[/color]

He knew she was going to object. Fae [i]hated[/i] to lie if they could avoid it, after all, so he had to fight back against any objections before they could come up.

[color=#008b8b]"I mean, you live in a castle now, and since Tyaethe hasn't had to kick you out and we haven't had any other clergy knocking on our doors it seems like Mayon and Reon don't really have much of a problem with you making your residence there. You've got important folk in here who specifically asked for your counsel, [i]and[/i] you have a knight. Sounds convincing, like."[/color]

[i]—And yet perhaps that was what his mind was going to attempt, regardless.[/i]