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Emilios rolled his eyes. "Flick of the finger. It was good luck that my power was able to succeed in the ballroom." He told Luka. With his other siblings disappointing him, Luka would always pull through. They had a similar mind, he found.

Although the eldest brother didn't wish his younger siblings to sense his disappointment, he wanted to return to spring as soon as possible. Emilios had a secret, a small one... That he was keeping to himself, hoping he would share with his family when he returned home.

"You're to go and ask around." Emilios ordered. "I spoke with our sister and she is going to speak with Cormac directly... At least, I suggested it this morning." He stated. "I've just spoken with Cylas to see if I can pull his secrets out of the shadows." Emilios rolled his eyes. "Now, for your task." He continued.

"The ladies of summer have a seer. Speak with her. Speak with the Dragomir's... If Alina knows I'm the one who put you up to this, she'll never forgive me." He told his brother honestly. "Or speak to one of the priestesses... They love gossip." He said, waving it off. "I want this to work out in our favour, brother. Spring has to land on top."

luka  watched  his  brother  closely,  the  high  lord  spoke  quite  loudly  with  his  actions  and  body  language.  at  least,  for  luka,  that  was.  the  younger  brother  hadn’t  done  much,  even  if  he  knew  better,  but  he  was  busy  pouting  at  their  predicament  as  he  pondered  how  to  change  it.  time  spent  thinking  had  to  count,  right  ?

“  his  skill  is  known  to  rival  that  of  his  brother,  the  high  lord,  perhaps  it’s  not  as  sentient  as  many  thing  and  simply  a  curse.  ”  the  theory  had  some  merit,  he  supposed.  too  many  half  thought  out  ones  floated  in  his  mind,  it  was  maddening.  “  unfair  to  keep  it  to  themselves.  we’re  all  trapped  here.  ”  he’d  have  to  go  poking  around  now,  see  who  he  could  flirt  answers  out  of.  an  eye  roll  comes  from  the  red  head,  “  don’t  be  so  hasty  to  assume.  your  power  aided  us  in  the  ballroom,  it  will  likely  do  so  again.  ”

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Emilios chuckled dryly as his younger brother entered the room. After dealing with their sister's ex husband, the notorious and annoying cursebreaker, Cylas coming to his side was not what he needed at this moment.

At times, he felt like his siblings were always nervous around him. It was mainly his fault, though.. Considering his search for power and the death of their father. Emilios stepped into that role, wanted or not but with Richard gone as well, there was less of a buffer it seemed. He was the high lord now, what he had always wanted. His strained relationships were the consequences of his actions.

"Brother." He sat down at the desk and motioned for him to join him in the other chair. "Come, sit. We have much to discuss." He said casually as he picked up the piece of paper that was delivered this morning. "I won't be breaking another barrier anytime soon. It was a miracle I could even break it the first time." He admitted. Emilios placed the paper back down and looked at Cylas. "Have you been sleeping?" He asked, titling his head. "You look rather tired. Have you been sneaking off with someone?" He chuckled, smirking at his brother.

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what had first raised his suspicion towards his brother he wasn't too sure. it might not even have been suspicion at all really, his brother had done nothing to trust it after all. he was a high lord, being ruthless was sometimes a part of the game and yet - there was something that always felt unsettled when the other acheson was around. so much so, he'd made plenty of sacrifices to keep things from him. now they were more confined than they had ever been which was made avoiding his brother harder than he usually had it, all escape routes and travel lines suddenly cut off. pushing through to where he knew his brother was staying he didn't bother to note his presence, figuring emilios would figure it out soon enough and instead brushed into the room with a huff. "so you're the first one that broke through the barrier huh, don't want to try and do that again?" cylas was nothing if not direct apparently.

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Emilios smiled brightly at his Zehra, the woman he had planned to spend the rest of his existence with. He approached her in the corridor, surprised to see her wandering... It was like she could sense his desire for her company. If she wanted a stroll, he would do it. He would do anything she asked. He held out his arm for her to take. "Of course, a stroll with you would be an honour." He said honestly.

The high lord pushed open the nearest door. "Are you warm enough?" He asked after a moment. "If so, I'd love to hear what you think of all of this?" He asked carefully. He knew she was still partially loyal to the night court but he trusted her completely and sharing what he knew would be beneficial to them escaping the capital and returning to the spring court.

"I am thankful you sought me out, though. I was getting tired of dealing with my family and their silly problems." He admitted with a sigh. "It's nice to see you." He said as he squeezed her hand lovingly.

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Delicate fingertips extended outward into a beckoning curl from a gentle hand reaching through the dark of the corridor. Engaged as they were, they were not married yet, so it was impossible to call him husband, and he was not her lord, but there in a common hallway, she called for her beautiful beast in the way she'd come to call for him when the two were in the same space. "My sun and stars" Zehra spoke in a way that the man in question, who was more than just that but was high lord of spring would know himself. He would understand the title she gave him belonged to no one else. This was no simple invitation either just to come to her but to speak and share the trials of the day and to discuss plans among plans. That and Zehra, despite herself, had grown somewhat attached to Emilios in the year of their engagement. "We may be confined for the moment, but it is a beautiful night, and I wish to spend it with you. Stroll a while with me - I bore of simple conversation with less inspiring individuals and crave your company"

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He nodded. "I've heard a few things... A lot of people are keeping secrets." He muttered. The high lord was running on fumes today and it was no fault of his sisters but of her ex husbands. Although, he had such a hard time separating his emotions sometimes, today was one of those days. "It's fine, Narcissa. You don't need to concern yourself with it." He sighed. "Cormac has been... Wandering around the property." He said, finally glancing at his sister.

He picked up his own fork and shoved some of the food into his mouth. He barely tasted it. "Eat, please. You're going to need your energy. I need you to go speak with him.. Cormac, I mean." Emilios stated. He would order his sister to do it but he wanted her to think she had a choice in the matter.

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Narcissa pushes the food about her plate one more time before she sets the fork to the site, her eyes looking up to the carefully observant ones of her brother. "have you heard anything of this mysterious force keeping us here? or are we still in the dark about it all?" she sits back, hoping he will not notice she has barely touched her food, somehow her appetite got locked outside the capital too. seeing cormac had not helped her spirits either, she still felt like a failure, like she had never been good enough for him or her family.

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seer arwen : the visions you have had lately are few and far between, never standing still long enough for you to get a good grasp of what the mother is trying to tell you. you're startled with the visions that have made themselves gradually know. there are flashes of teeth and ash, you are uncertain of where it is from, the air smells akin to sulfur but you cannot see further, its a disjointed image.

Arwen woke suddenly from her nap. It wasn't intentional but her visions had been causing all sorts of odd behaviours. She ripped the blanket she had off her body and kneeled over in bed, gasping for air. She was drenched in sweat too, something very uncommon when her visions were stable.

She clutched her chest... tasting ash and smoke. The image become so clear in her dream... Which in that moment, she realized it wasn't a dream and her sleep was anything but peaceful. Her visions hadn't been reliable since she got to the capital. It still wasn't clear; a disjointed bunch of images put together for her to infer. The seer wondered if it was someone or something causing the delay and fogginess in her visions.

She removed herself from her bed and wandered around her room. What did this mean? She asked herself. The teeth... The ash... Arwen had a sinking feeling it meant death... a beast... an large enemy coming her way. Any of those things could fare true. She rubbed her shoulders and let out a loud sigh. She needed to tell her high lady. She needed to warn everyone.

Arwen knew it was late but she didn't care. Her hair was plastered to her face, her clothes were wrinkled but it didn't matter. They all needed to know what she saw. Her gloves slipped down her forearms due to the sweat but for the first time in her life, Arwen didn't care.

She started to bang on doors, call out to anyone would listen. "Hey!" She crocked out, her vocal cords dry from the vision. "Please.. Come out...We need too-" She exclaimed with a sigh. The doors opened and sleeping high fae and fae joined her in the hall. Finally she reached Alina's door and started furiously banging on it. "My high lady... Please... We need to... Something... It's coming!" She practically screamed as the door opened. "We're going to die." Arwen breathed before everything went black.

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Emilios sighed as he walked through the door of his younger brothers room. He had spent the whole day being rather nosey and he wasn't ashamed. He had information he wanted to share. "Yes. Fun, indeed..." He rubbed his hand over his face.

"Those cursebreakers from the day court are working through it. I saw Cormac wandering around the capital. He knows something, I'm sure of it." He muttered. "I also ran into a few other solar courts while I was around the grounds. It seems like they all might have knowledge the seasons don't." He tisk'd his tongue. "I don't like being left out of these games, brother. If they discover the way out before we do, the queen and the new king will grant them a reward. Riches. Power. It needs to be ours." Emilios stated.

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luka  was  grumpy,  which  was  different  from  the  lord’s  normally  perky  personality.  as  he  sits  in  his  room,  fingers  tapping  on  his  desk,  the  inner  circle  member  can’t  help  but  wonder  what  his  brother  has  been  up  to.  as  if  hearing  his  thoughts,  the  high  lord  strides  right  through  the  open  door,  earning  a  cock  of  his  brow.  “  evening,  brother.  ”  greets  the  younger.  “  anything  fun  to  announce  ?  ”

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Cormac sighed and rolled up his sleeves. "I can try." He said. The fae wasn't even sure if he could. The barrier felt different than a curse but Cormac would try again. He had been up all night attempting his usual fixes. None of them worked... They always worked.

He approached the barrier and traced his hand over it. "It almost feels wrong, doesn't it?" He asked his brother. "I was trying to see if I could find the source last night but..." He sighed again. "No luck. It took me all over the capital but the magic stayed consistent all over." Cormac admitted. "What have you tried?" He asked his eldest brother.

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“  here  to  try  your  hand  ?  ”  ced  was  only  asking  to  start  a  conversation,  he  assumed  his  brother  also  knew  well  that  nothing  they  did  seemed  to  work.  it  didn’t  react  like  a  curse,  nor  anything  any  of  them  had  ever  faced  before.  it  was  terrifying,  and  all  cedrian  could  do  to  remain  from  going  mad  was  try  to  make  light  of  the  situation.

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Emilios chuckled lightly and shook his head. "Did you uh... Make any progress?" He asked, motioning towards the sky. "I'm not too sure I would have the galls to test any theory out. For my own safety and my courts." He said, raising his brows.

The high lord of spring always assumed the other fae hated him and unless proven otherwise, he liked to poke until he reached a breaking point. "Do you think it's breakable?" He asked then, suddenly curious about who could have made something so strong. Emilios had been wondering since the moment it happened but now in the fog of the morning, he could start asking.

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her  wings  were  sore,  attempting  to  fly  as  high  as  she  could  before  meeting  the  barrier  had  not  been  a  very  pleasant  experience.  as  desmera  comes  to  land  once  more,  she’s  surprised  to  find  another  in  the  courtyard  that  had  previously  been  empty.  “  high  lord  acheson,  good  morning.  ”  des  does  a  polite  nod  of  her  head,  surprised  to  find  someone  out  so  early.  dawn  seems  to  bring  out  more  than  just  the  members  of  her  court.  

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Tillie smiled and nodded. "Oh, uhm." She bowed slightly. She wasn't used to any sort of title. "I'm fine, thank you." She motioned towards their surroundings. "It's all rather... eventful around here." Tillie told him.

"I haven't been back to the capital in years and of course, I get stuck here." She chuckled lightly to try and break her awkwardness. "How about yourself?" She asked him in a concerned tone. "I hope they're letting everyone keep their accommodations."

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rhys  was  restless,  but  hiding  it  well.  the  emissary  was  trying  his  best  to  take  advantage  of  the  extended  visit,  stopping  in  to  chat  with  as  many  of  his  counterparts  as  he  could.  as  he  steps  out  of  the  last  meeting,  he’s  greeted  with  the  sight  of  a  blonde  he  recalled  from  the  ball.  prior  to  the  rather  annoying  magic,  they’d  had  a  lovely  little  dance  before  parting  ways.  “  lady  tillie,  how  are  you  faring  today  ?  ”  

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Tillie smiled softly. "I know, Taria. I know." She said in a soothing tone. She didn't really enjoy it either, if she was honest. Although, it reminded her of when they were children and only had each other. Tillie was glad her parents were back in autumn. She glanced over at her from the bed and smiled. "At least we're stuck here together. I don't know what I'd do if it was someone who I just met at the party this evening, or a high lord from another court." She admitted.

The blonde turned over. "Did you at least have fun before... everything." She asked her sister. "I danced with someone..." She started. "I think he just did it because he felt sorry for me. I was standing alone getting a drink or something. He must have been bored." She said, flopping back onto the bed.

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“  i  don’t  know  how  to  cope  with  being  trapped  like  this,  tillie.  ”  taria  only  admits  to  her  faults  to  her  sister,  only  barely  to  the  queen  mother.  she  felt  powerless,  which  was  something  the  fae  knew  well  but  didn't  wish  to  experience  again.  laying  atop  her  bed  helped  calm  the  general  a  bit,  she’d  desperately  missed  her  sister,  but  this  was  not  the  reunion  she’d  imagined.

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Cormac chuckled and pointed at his brother. "More parties, now that I can get behind." He told him. "That sounds like something that would put us all in a better mood." He flashed his brother a smirk then winked.

He nodded. "You know brother, it's fun to switch things up a little, hence why I'm here enjoying myself rather than back in my own room wondering how my life got so shitty." He chuckled. Cormac knew his life wasn't horrible but he was talking to Declan here, he didn't need to lie about his emotions with his brother.

He laughed and shook his head. "Vacation, please, brother. There are some people that would pay me a high price for breaking a curse. I guess I've just been a little less concerned about who, lately... " He sighed and shook his head. "There's been some characters, I've been dealing with that aren't exactly upstanding citizens." He said with another sigh. "Alright, yes. Tomorrow works well for me. I only have a small dinner plan." He told Declan.

𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐀  𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐔𝐀𝐋  𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄  that  occurred  within  both  of  his  elder  brothers,  one  a  grieving  widower  and  father,  the  other  grieving  a  marriage  that  could  have  been.  the  youngest  day  lord  did  agree  that  cedrian  was  certainly  the  most  emotional  of  them  all,  but  he  expected  as  much.  he  was  a  different  man  than  what  he  used  to  be  prior  to  his  marriage  and  the  passing  of  his  late  wife,  and  perhaps  the  same  went  for  cormac  as  well.  the  loss  of  their  late  father  had  been  a  blow  that  had  taken  the  siblings  time  to  recover  from,  and  they  had  copped  with  it  in  the  best  way  they  could,  and  he  only  wished  that  cormac  hadn't  lost  his  wife  and  marriage  in  the  process.  for  declan,  it  had  been  a  double  blow,  first  losing  his  biological  father,  and  then  the  adopted  father  who  gave  him  a  second  chance  at  a  life.  it  was  brief,  dec  caught  the  far  away  look  his  brother  had  in  this  moment  as  he  recalled,  and  for  his  sake,  he  certainly  hoped  cor  met  another  who  would  allow  him  to  put  the  pain  of  his  past  behind  him  for  good. 

  "it  has,  and  that  reminds  me,  we  might  need  to  pester  ced  to  host  more  parties  in  our  court.  it's  entirely  on  him  that  we've  gone  this  long."  their  high  lord  had  been  in  mourning,  and  so  had  the  middle  lord,  but  it  had  been  years  now,  and  it  was  not  just  about  his  own  desire  to  indulge,  it  was  that  he  wanted  his  brothers  to  do  the  same.  for  his  brothers  to  find  their  piece  of  happiness  and  that  would  only  happen  if  they  allowed  themselves  to  be.  "how  scandalous  cor,  claiming  the  ladies  that  are  already  spoken  for?"  a  brow  rose  in  amusement,  now  he  was  done  similiar  questionable  things,  "you're  in  a  rather  devious  mood  tonight,  and  i'm  quite  pleased  to  see  it."  he  falls  into  step  beside  his  brother,  the  two  making  their  way  through  the  crowd  as  they  chatted.

  "what  has  been  keeping  you  occupied  here?"  now,  dec  was  truly  curious,  he  was  sure  they  all  had  the  most  available  time  being  out  of  their  court.  cedrian  perhaps  not  as  he  would  be  playing  nice  with  the  other  high  rulers  perhaps,  or  building  alliances,  bur  cormac?  "so  i've  been  left  to  my  own  vices  even  here?  shame  on  both  of  you.  I  thought  we  were  on  a  vacation."  the  youngest  day  lord  flashes  his  elder  brother  a  pointed  look.  "we're  going  to  head  out  to  the  city  tomorrow."

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Tillie chuckled and nodded. "I only listen to the good things, anyways." She said honestly. She didn't want to hear any bad things about anyone, if she was being honest. It didn't add anything to her life nor did it make anyone feel better about anything.

The blonde laughed loudly and shook her head. "I agree... They wouldn't even know what to do with themselves if they had to dress like we did." Tillie lifted up her dress a little, showing her own heels. "It took me years to break these in." She admitted with a shrug. "Now tell me, what do you think of this party?" Tillie asked. "I was thinking I could find a place to read the book I bought." She said honestly.

it   was   still   foreign   to   her,   even   after   all   of   these   months,   that   people   bowed   to   her.   at   first   she   had   wanted   to   scream   that   it   wasn't   her,   it   wasn't   her   that   people   should   be   bowing   to   but   her   eldest   brother,   her   father   but   now   it   was   like   a   numb   feeling   in   her   chest   and   body   and   a   reminder   of   the   new   reality   she   was   living   in.   it   was   fitting   that   she   was   the   high   lady   of   winter,   she   was   truly   the   ice   queen   now   with   how   numb   she   felt   but   somehow   there   was   still   so   many   fury   and   fire   within   her   veins.   the   numbness   hadn't   won   yet   but   everyday   demetria   could   feel   a   little   more   of   herself   being   frozen.   

she   kept   her   eyes   on   the   other,   it   seemed   all   scholars   seemed   meek   or   shy,   perhaps   she   would   have   had   been   one   for   her   brother   if   he   had   lived.   demetria   loved   knowledge,   she   knew   most   of   the   history   of   the   continent   and   the   courts.   and   she   too   had   been   withdrawn,   quiet   at   one   point.   she   was   forging   herself   into   something   her   court   deserved.    

"you   have   heard   about   me?"   it   came   out   as   a   question,   of   course   the   other   would   have   heard   of   her   in   meetings   but   now   .   .   .   she   wondered   what   the   other   courts   thought   about   her.   what   did   they   say?   "hopefully   good   things."

she   backpedaled,   she   wondered   why   matilda   -   tillie   gave   her   full   name   is   she   enjoyed   just   the   nickname.   demetria   did   not   have   the   want   within   her   to   ask,   just   curious.   "men   should   be   given   heels   and   made   to   wear   them   for   a   good   week,   to   understand   that   beauty   comes   with   a   price."

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She nodded quickly, rather a little embarrassed now. She was making fool of herself it seemed... Or at least in her head. Tillie wasn't sure what he was thinking and normally, she was good at reading others.

"Oh if you're bored. I can... leave. I know sometimes I'm not the best company... With the rambling and everything..." She stated. Her eyes widened at her boldness. "Regardless of your answer, I might leave anyways. I seem to be adding to my embarrassment." She admitted with a nervous laugh.

The blonde nodded again and glanced out at the dance floor. Well she already embarrassed herself rather frequently in front of him, why not the ultimate test. "How about you? Would you turn down a dance if I asked?" She asked, glancing up to him.

rhys  chuckled,  the  lord  unsurprised  that  the  lady  enjoyed  imagining  what  will  occur  throughout  the  night.  “  you’ll  have  to  find  me  to  tell  me  how  they  turn  out.  ”  

the  charming  lord  did  his  job  well,  as  emissary  he  was  tasked  with  visiting  the  other  courts  on  behalf  of  his  own  and  sweet  talking  to  get  what  he  desired.  those  skills  didn’t  just  turn  off  when  he  spoke  to  just  anyone,  conversation  was  plenty  easy.  “  no  apologies  needed,  i  was  simply  bored.  ”  he  offers  with  a  shrug.

the  ambassador  bit  his  lip  to  keep  from  chuckling,  he  always  did  find  it  amusing  when  he  managed  to  fluster  another.  he  listens  to  the  nervous  babble,  charming  grin  slipping  across  his  face.  “  dancing  can  be  quite  fun,  but  i  find  it  isn’t  for  everyone.  ”  now  his  chuckle  does  fall,  and  rhys  cannot  help  but  shake  his  head  a  bit.  “  of  course,  of  course.  ”  he  allows  her  to  have  the  moment,  not  commenting  on  how  cocky  it  was.  “  but  i’m  certain  you  are  correct,  most  would  not  turn  down  a  dance  from  a  lady  asking.  ”

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He nodded. Declan had a point, their eldest brother had been through a few lifestyle changes rather quickly. He thought back to his own life and reminisced on his own failed marriage. Cormac sighed and shook the thought out of his head. There was no use of thinking of her, she was happier without him.

He smirked at his brothers inquiry. His 'next target' sounded calculated... Cormac liked to imagine those who spent the night with him didn't feel that way. He just liked to go with the flow, depending on the night. "Ahh, yes. Good, brother. It's been awhile since the two of us have had some fun like this." He joked. "What do you say we go ask some women who are already partnered up. I know if we ask a few of them nicely, they'd leave the ones they're with now." He chuckled.

He shook his head slowly. "Not all of it, brother. I only go where the curses are. Unfortunately, I've not had the pleasure of free time. If you'd like to show me, I would join you." He said reaching out and patting Declan on the shoulder with a smile.

"i  think  having  kids  might  have  done  that  to  him."  he  tosses  without  missing  a  beat,  with  an  amused  grin.  it  was  a  jest  as  it  was  an  observation,  he'd  seen  the  change  in  their  eldest  brother  from  going  from  bachelor,  then  to  husband,  and  then  to  widowed  father.  being  in  the  capital,  so  far  away  from  his  kids,  dec  already  knew  without  the  other  saying  so  that  he  misses  them.  the  youngest  day  lord  would  not  deny  he  missed  his  nieces  and  nephews,  too.  "and  too  busy  turning  his  nose  at  the  rulers."  dec  was  indifferent  to  the  rulers,  for  him  this  had  been  a  chance  to  have  a  good  time  after  so  long.

  "finding  your  next  target,  are  you?"  a  brow  cocking  slightly,  as  dec  picks  up  a  full  glass,  dark  eyes  surveying  the  crowd  until  he  caught  a  rather  interesting  sight.  he  did  catch  the  head  of  cedrian,  but  he  wasn't  alone  -  dec  watched  his  brother  engrossed  in  a  conversation  with  the  high  lady  of  summer.  the  youngest  lord  was  certain  he  was  seeing  things  when  he  caught  his  brother's  smile.  now  that  piqued  his  interest.  he  turns  back  to  cormac,  "you  do  not  have  to  ask  me  twice,  has  anyone  caught  your  yet?"  if  there  was  one  thing  all  of  the  aster  brothers  shared  in  common  was  their  love  of  women.  "dance  with  two  lords."  dec  amended. 

  "have  you  explored  all  of  the  gaea  yet?  I  was  thinking  of  going  to  the  city  and  seeing  where  all  action  happens.  want  to  join  me?"

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Arwen chuckled. The other fae seemed pleasant, she wondered where in the courts she was from... She knew little about the seasons outside of Summer. The solar courts, though... She was trying to see if she had seen this face before she packed up and started a new life with the summer court. She could have sworn she saw this fae with the high lord of night.

"That is such an interesting thought." Arwen said. "I'm sure others feel the same, that way after everything, sleep comes easier." She said, not really meaning the words. She had such a horrible time sleeping herself she wished events like this would tire her. "Would you like to join me to get another drink?" The brunette asked politely.

Seraphina cannot help but laugh echoing with her, a contagious sound the other had, "well i cannot say they were please the few times i was caught, but for the most part i did good at hiding and sneaking about, a small child is often easy to miss." she hums in amusement, although her father had been quite the strict man and the few times had come with harsh punishments. "it is why such tiring celebrations are truly worth it, in my opinion."