As everyone introduced themselves and tried to explain their abilities and skills, the fae girl watched, her shiny, black eyes gleaming as she took in every detail of the explanations. Lord Arken, too, was watching closely, his eyes particularly focused on Lady Gertrude's demonstration of power as she animated her broom and altered its shape into a wooden replica of herself.

While the Moonlit Queen did take the flower offered by Sir Fionn, it was with an irritated huff.

"I'm a Queen, I'm not a child," she complained, raising her right hand and snapping her fingers, "The flower is nice, but I won't let you get away with that!"

A faint, itchy sensation would spread over Sir Fionn's skin, and though nothing drastic happened---

Fanilly wasn't sure how to react, as she witnessed every single hair on the knight's body turn a bright, luminescent pink. With a huff, the Moonlit Queen turned away, arms folded.

"And you---"

The other Knight she gave a... special response towards was Sir Gerard.

"Are you trying to offer yourself to me?" she replied, cocking her head quizzically as she did. It was the mention of seemingly replacing the Duke that made her particularly annoyed, however, a frown crossing her youthful features.

With a wave of her hand, the Knight found his appearance afflicted in a similar fashion to Sir Fionn's, every hair upon his body now pulsing with light and letting off a rainbow glow that was rather surreally reflected by the chill-less snow that lay upon the ground.

Needless to say, it could have gone better.

Finally, there was her response to Sir Fleuri.

"[i]I[/i] haven't heard of you," she said, flatly, narrowing her eyes, "But I suppose it sounds like you do a lot of fighting. You all do."

A more thoughtful expression crossed the fae girl's delicate features.

Fanilly hadn't missed it. In spite of everything, she'd been doing everything she could to pay attention to the way that the Moonlit Queen reacted to every explanation of their capabilities by her knights. She could worry about the... odd new hair colors and the length of her own hair later.

And she'd seen it.

After Dame Tyaethe mentioned Rozenalt, the Moonlit Queen hadn't spoken. Instead, she'd simply turned her attention to the next knight, Sir Rolan.

But Fanilly had seen her expression.

Those lips had curled into a wide smirk.

The very smirk that now occupied the girl's lips as she regarded the Knights as a whole.

"As you can see, Moonlit Queen, as the Iron Rose Knights we are all quite capable, in combat for certain and many of us in other areas, such as Lady Gertrude's magic, or in dealing with words."

Though it seemed she hadn't approved of Sir Fionn and Sir Gerard's words, given the perplexing colors of their hair.

"If there's any wager you may accept---"

The small fae girl didn't wait for her to finish speaking.

"As it turns out, there might just be a wager for you, Children of Man," the Moonlit Queen said, leaning towards them. That playful smirk had only grown.

"I'll even let you set the odds, if you accept it," she added playfully, straightening, "It's a task~!"

A task?

The wager was going to be in the form of a task?

Fanilly took a deep breath.

"What task is it, Moonlit Queen?"

The fae girl's lips parted into a grin.

"Why, to defeat the Midnight Hunt, of course!"

The way she spoke made it sound as if she thought this was the most obvious thing in the world. As if there was no other possible wager she would have offered.

When Fanilly saw the way she reacted to Dame Tyaethe mentioning Rozenalt, she'd had some kind of suspicion, but she could never have guessed that they'd be tasked with defeating the Midnight Hunt.

"[i]Defeat[/i] them?" Lord Arken asked, incredulously, "Not just surviving the night against them, but [i]defeating[/i] them?"

"Of course!" declared the Moonlit Queen brightly, "You were all so keen to point out your skill in combat, so I'm sure it's a fair wager! I'm letting you set the terms, after all---Ah, aside from what I'll get if you fail."

The pallid girl extended a single pitch black finger towards the knights.

"You. All of you. I won't let you die, but every single one of you will be mine."

At the wager, the paladin tensed, naked curiosity on her face, "And who would be leading the Hunt today, perchance?"

"Why, Rozenalt, naturally! I had wondered what caught his interest from your arrival."

The air was seized with an uncomfortable feeling of static, [i]something[/i] invisibly dancing upon it, all the worse as you stood closer and closer to Tyaethe. As for her expression… the fanged grin on display was an uncomfortable reminder of just how much of a monster a vampire really was.