[center][h2][color=#008b8b]Fionn MacKerracher[/color][/h2][/center]
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Fiadh may well have continued worrying over it, but Fionn's reaction was just to grin once he realized that all his hair was now a bright, vivid pink. Even the fine, still-essentially-translucent hairs that absolutely [i]covered[/i] any adult—without a doubt, his overall apparent complexion must have been [i]something[/i] interesting at that moment. Gerard's certainly was, given that the man was now a pulsating rainbow. Sure, he may have suffered the little fairy queen's displeasure, but it was entirely performative.

Perfunctory, even. She had all the power in her realm, and they were all already aware. If she was [i]truly[/i] so put-out, there was much more she could have done.

He had a sneaking suspicion that somewhere deep down he must have been right, and she might appreciate it...even when she had to look stern.

[color=#008b8b]"Oh, dear, I've been pinked,"[/color] he muttered, turning to Fiadh where she was finishing up with the captain's hair, as the Moonlit Queen turned her attention to Fleuri and eventually back to the captain. [color=#008b8b]"Do I still look good?"[/color] Their host didn't waste any time, however, in giving them the task she expected as part of her wager.

Defeating the Midnight Hunt? Arken may have been dumbfounded by the idea, and mere weeks ago Fionn may have shared in his trepidation—but nearly all the knights present had found their individual capabilities greatly raised recently. Beyond that, they had Tyaethe with them, who truly had first hand experience fighting their targets. He was quite nearly the opposite of worried about it.

Someone else seemed at least as inclined [i]not[/i] to worry, though perhaps the technicolour knight was not so relaxed about it either. [color=#008b8b]"Oh, aye, I nicked one of the knight's helmets alright,"[/color] he replied airily. [color=#008b8b]"Was hiding up a tree, saw an opportunity, reached down and plucked it right off the head that was wearing it. Hopping between the trees until I could find a good one to go back down and run was the harder bit."[/color]

Of course, he'd never revealed that the one he yanked the helmet off of was [i]not[/i] a Knight of the Midnight Hunt himself, as Fiadh had been sure to correct him once she learned of it. He found out later on that there was a band of mercenaries that their core had managed to survive against the Hunt, and had claimed as much of their gear as was possible in the aftermath and made it part of their company's distinctive character after. A decent number of the helmets to go around, some of the spears that they kept only for ceremonial purposes. 

Yet, for all he'd told the story, he was careful to make sure he didn't [i]lie[/i] and claim that he got it off a Knight of the Hunt directly.

Given the state his sword was in, though, he was in for some trouble in the fight if he couldn't get that taken care of. [color=#008b8b]"So, after we win, would you still like me to come by and visit?"[/color] he joked at the diminutive queen, before laying a hand on the misshapen pommel of his weapon. [color=#008b8b]"If so, could I ask you to fix this, if you're able, to keep things sporting? Or lend me a good blade if you have one in your collection, for the same purpose, just for the course of this challenge."[/color]