Post by Fëawen on Sept 2, 2009 15:11:16 GMT 1
(09/01/09 - 22:27:18)

~~~ | Aspen | ~~~
Enchantica Bard
Wouldn’t it be great to heal the world with only a song?
- Fraser Forest -
Densely wooded, bordering the village and castle walls to the south.
: says to ALL:.... ~She had returned, no, they had returned. Cale had been with her, Cale hadn't left her side for a very long time now. Perhaps not so long in years of an elf, but it seemed like a long time all the same. Moving into the trees that lined the edge of the property Cale had gotten, Cale had gotten and asked her to share. Looking back, the trees having closed off the view of the house now, she let her blue eyes see the house with a faint smile. So strange, the wild and traveling bard had indeed become settled down. Leaning back against a tree she looked down to a rock near her, the stone that marked the grave of her animal companion. She should consider getting a new one, but she doubted any animal could take the place of the one she lost.
Humming softly into the mostly still air she ran her fingers over her flute case. The bird had been there, the eagle had been with her through the whole trials a young elf could have. Closing her eyes softly she raises her hand from the flute and touches her left there cheek, there, hidden behind a veil of hair, the rough skin met her fingertips in the form of the scar marring her cheek. So long ago now that it all had happened, her mind should not be so set in the days past, yet she still felt there were times when the past was too clos to the present.~
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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
- Fraser Forest -
Densely wooded, bordering the village and castle walls to the south.
: says to ALL:.... Sebastian turned and peered through the trees, but he had lost sight and sound of the village by now. Slung over his head and shoulder was a leather satchel with enough food to last him a few days and a few medical supplies just in case. It was a far cry from the days when he took all his worldly possessions, which were often fewer than what he had with him now, on these journeys to purposefully get lost. Turning, he pulled the hood of his sepia cloak up over his gray-brushed brown hair and made his way through the trees. Leather boots trudged along through the underbrush; for now it was a path he knew… getting as far away from the inhabited areas of Enchantia as he could.
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˙°Sparkling eyes of Annwfn°
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Tiril
Little wings can take ye far
As long ye belive in ME
Annwfn | CC
- Fraser Forest -
Densely wooded, bordering the village and castle walls to the south.
: says to ALL:.... *The liquid colours floated in the air, a non solid creature dashed through the Hedge, darted between the trees, bushes. Dodged the twigs and branches as they was part o it. Suddenly it stopped. The other had come to. Cobweb was there, Moth too. Feawen and Frost was just a few feet behind. Out there in the forest was this taste, this scent of now what was its name oh Aspen right. But there was something else near. Tiril didn't care. Now where was Darkle and Silwen and.. bleeh whatever. Tiril stopped and glanced through the thickness of leafs and twigs, watching the figure playing, the tunes was leading and showing. HTere not to far leaned against that tree Aspen was.
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°Sidhe Healer | Mistral’s Daughter
Frost’s Mate
~ It is by Warfare That the Soul Makes Progress~
Tuatha Dé Danann
Annwfn - CC
- Fraser Forest -
Densely wooded, bordering the village and castle walls to the south.
: says to ALL:.... Feawen emerged from the hedge, thorns licking at the sleek Sidhe flesh....flicking a hand at the 'servant, she said a single word...*Seek*...the 'servant was off, then, like a silent shade, the dust stirring into devils in its wake as it slithered through the trees.......it returned, rising to whine against her cheek..*There..they are there,,the Aspen, the Tiril, Cobweb, Moth..and the Frost.....but there is another, and he doesn't taste good....* It showed her then, the taste of something strange, an animal, a human too...The Sidhe moved off in the direction of Tiril now, knowing that all would come together there...
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†Mesnée d'Hellequin† 
The Frost
=†Mate to Feawen†=
=†Unseelie Sidhe Warrior†=
- Fraser Forest -
Densely wooded, bordering the village and castle walls to the south.
: says to ALL:.... in his fashion he brought up the rear and he checked the grounds and scanned the area....he looked at you two just walking along and there was no stealth in this.....he sighs.....why in hades was he here....he walked behind the two of them and he hung his head and grinned some....maybe this could be a game he liked to play in the unseelie court....only, would they survive what I had planned....he lifts his head and he grins more...this could turn out to be a good night....
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~~ | Aspen | ~~~
: says to ALL:.... ~She was oblivious, completely ignorant of the audiance. Tapping her cheek lightly she soon stopped her humming, her song ending abruptly rather than softly as it might normally. Brushing fingers through her hair lightly she pulled it back over her left cheek, hiding the scar, the rosevine that decorated it, and the memory that was held in it. Raising her gaze from the stone she looked towards the trees, not looking at them but somehow beyond and through. She idly thought that it hadn't been smart to leave Cale tonight after all, but what's done is done, she was here, and he was still at home. A simple note had been left in case he woke up and looked for her, a small message waiting to be read.~
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Sebastian Sanguyn
: says to ALL:.... His footsteps slowed as he heard the ethereal melody of a wooden flute: he did not expect someone to be out here so late. Although he knew he needed to keep going – he needed to walk for another day at least and then he needed to be absolutely sure no one was there… or could stumble into the area, least the horrors of the July moon repeat themselves – he reasoned he could linger a moment or two for curiosity’s sake… Or at least to admire the pleasant tune: it was probably a bad idea to investigate its source. And then he became aware of something… strange in the forest. He took a deep breath and expected to smell Rowan… though for a moment he could not think why that scent occurred to him unasked. And then it occurred to him, “Ardhel…?” he asked the trees, feeling a bit foolish for doing so… But besides that inexplicable scent of rowan trees, the fae carried with her this same… otherworldly essence he could have just sworn he felt. “I’m going senile…” he concluded, an amused smile twinging on his face. For a human, he was middle aged, thirty one… for a werewolf, or at least his type, he was very old: 10.. the end of the expected lifespan of a true wolf. “And I’m talking to myself….” He added and shook his head before starting to go on his way again.
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
: says to ~~~ | Aspen | ~~~ En:.... Feawen sent the 'servant out once more, this time, to shadow you...ye would feel the kiss of an errant breeze, licking at your skin, but no more than that..and would hear the soft singing of the air....the sound of the forest, springing to life around you as it stirred in that breeze.....
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˙°Sparkling eyes of Annwfn°˙
Tiril
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °° :.... and Frost:: *Tiril spun around and still being unsolid. The vibrations, the scent that could be tased spoked by it self and to put words to it it would sound something like this among humans* "Aspen is near, let her feel and be touched by her own... music. But is it just me or do I tast someone else near? I .. Its familier." *It was the scent of Sebastian that tickled the little creature. It glanced up at Frost and blinked, as if preeeeeetty please. I will speak good of ye.. wink wink.. Tiril glanced back toward where ASpen stood, waited to learn what the other thought. But curious as it was Tiril slowly start to move closer toward Aspen yet hidden by the nature, for Tiril was not seen by the eye. Well perhaps Aspen would sense something, feel a tickle along the neck. But something broked the air, words, from that other one? Again Tiril glanced up at Frost and Feawen, beofre it moved on and watched that servent creature moving close*
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†Mesnée d'Hellequin†
The Frost
: says to ˙°Sparkling eye:.... as he moved with the demi and his mate he knew they were to get one, but another he felt.....it smelled of a mutt...canine...but not...his senses were off, coming back from where he had been, but he would have to keep a ear and eye out for this one.....just then you spun and he listened to what you said and then looked to the tiny expression on your face and he shook his head and gave a gaelic shrug and nodded.......
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
: says to †Mesnée d'Hellequin†:.... Feawen glided closer, staying with Frost, moving with the utmost of stealth...that taste on the air, that strange animal taste, had stirred her bane..*What, oh what was it? She wasn't sure yet..but it smelled of Lycan, something she had dealt with in other places, in the cities of men..and it was moving towards Aspen...and Aspen was theirs....A glance, to the Frost, no words needed...and then another, a silent signal...as she saw your cold eyes light with understanding...
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~~~ | Aspen | ~~~
: says to ALL:.... ~She could feel it, the strange feeling of the air, the wrong way the breeze shifted, but she had no idea what it was. Ghosts, anymore she had come to believe in ghosts, Cale had ghosts that haunted him, she had seen it, she had seen her. The woman that Cale had said was his mother. Closing her eyes she brushed her forehead with her free hand, she was being silly now, over-reacting. Tilting her head a little when her ears picked up the sounds. Talking, faint words that were coming from a distance. Even her elven hearing couldn't make out what the soft words Ash was saying. Deciding that it was none of her business, something she didn't often do, she relaxed against the tree again. Running fingers over her glass flute she soon put it away, staring at the rock that made a grave marker and smiling faint, speaking to the wind as much to the vine covered stone she smiled at her own silliness.~
I don't suppose you're coming back from the dead? If you ever have thoughts of doing so, please don't, once was enough for me...
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Sebastian Sanguyn
: says to ALL:.... Perhaps it was the deal he made with the faerie princess that was acting upon him: he had agreed to be fae friend… whatever that meant. In exchange for replacing the sludge of coffee, sugar and cream for something that would not irritate his nose if it sat there a while in her message to Frinn… Sebastian chuckled to himself, his hand clasping the strap of his bag and rotating a little. It seemed ridiculous now. Not that it had made much sense then… but it seemed important to Ardhel to ask this of him in return for what he thought of as a tiny favor. Frinn had scolded him for being rather careless in entering the deal with a fae… But so far, as far as he knew, he had never been asked to fulfill his part of the agreement. His calloused hand brushed over his face, sweeping locks of hair out of his eyes and trying to tuck them behind the half-bitten ear. It never worked, they always fell forward again in a few minutes. He rubbed his temporarily fringe-free face, conscious of the fact that he was about to deepen some of those premature creases and possibly add more. And then he froze, his ears twitching slightly – a muted version of what they would be capable of doing in three nights. His hearing was quite near the wolf’s now and he caught wisps of Aspen’s voice as she had caught his…. But then he remembered the flute. The direction was the same, obviously it was the player or an audience member.
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†Mesnée d'Hellequin†
The Frost
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °° :.... he looked to you and he watched you come closer...the look in his eyes said, take your training and do what is needed....failure is not an option....he knows you never did missions with him, but he was cold and direct...the stealth was ....it was not needed for this he thought, but he knew it came in handy.....he remembers to be cunning and what he was taught....he nods to you and then looked off in the distance.......
{Aspen}
.......you were prey but he would not treat you as such, that is what these two were for, he was going after the other if it came near....he watched you from a distance with the rest of his group....he took in a breath and his cold eyes pierced a whole thru you as he looked you over....taking you in and registering you in his mind....he nods once he was done..........
{Sebastian}
......he looked off in the distance....he could feel you near, but could not get a read on you...this was killing him...he backed from the other two and took his eyes away from Aspen and tried to get a fix on you now.....he gained so much but lost himself as well.....if he saw you he would have to stop you.....you were too close as the plan was coming to a head......
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˙°Sparkling eyes of Annwfn°˙
Tiril
: says to ~~~ | Aspen | ~~~ En:.... *a breeze, had touched, a breeze had twirled and play. Tirl had moved closer watching ye as ye delicate fingers moved over the instrument of glas, how the fingertips brushed the stone. For a second there Tiril ponder how they would tase.. no no not now, Tiril was not going to feast...yet. When coming so close it could see ye perfectly, Tiril was among the bushes, rocks and trees. A gentle tune would be heared, a song perhaps? It was hard to hear if there was actually words, but the rhythm oh the rhythm. It was tuggin, pulling, playful it touched the air, danced with the leafs. A vibration so otherworldy, yet so close and filled with excitment, love, adventure. Tiril felt Feawen near and would just be still as this rhythm was played out. Ye where something special, one of ye kind. There was non as ye not even close. The way ye spoked, the way ye told tales, sang and dance. Everthing did touch the Otherworld, the fa'ae knowed ye well and loved ye for the creature ye where. The rhythm ye could feel was in tune with the soil, the nature itself.. perrhaps it was nature that sang to ye now, it was bewitching, strange yet so familier.*
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
: says to †Mesnée d'Hellequin†:.... Feawen glanced over at the sound of your voice and nodded...one quick short jerk of the chin....and the image of the tunnels came to her...the need for stealth was always there now, in her...ever-present...she turned away and began to edge closer, watching as the Tiril began to move, keeping back from him until she knew what he was about...
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†Mesnée d'Hellequin†
The Frost
: says to ˙°Sparkling eye:.... he looked to you and he knew all involved owed him for this venture, but you most of all......feisty lil thing you were.....got him sneaking around for a woman....a woman any could take at any time.....he nae knew this to be fact, but to him was not fiction.....he scratched his head and shrugs lightly.....this better be worth it he thought...if nothing panned out from this, there would be Frost to pay...>........
{Feawen}
........he then looked to you and he saw you start to use the stealth the dark one taught you....he was proud of you, but he blames you as well for him being here....any one of us could have taken her.....the only thing stopping him from going up there was......he raised a brow....there was nothing stopping him....but a feeling....a feeling he learned to trust after a few hundred years.....by this time he was not even paying attention anymore....well except for the second one that was around...that he would pay attention to....he took his spear out and kept it as is, not elongating it just yet......
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~~~ | Aspen | ~~~
: says to ˙°Sparkling eye:.... ~Her gaze shifted, her eyes blinking as she studied closer the woods. Had she seen something else? Blinking once more she saw nothing, but she certainly felt it. It wasn't, bad, in fact, it wasn't long before she felt, as much as she heard music, a rhythm that...Shaking her head from the thought once more she touched her forehead. Was it she that was going crazy? To hear such music is not so unusual, but the way this music came it was too, right, to set to be a sound her mind put together, it was something else all together. Standing up straight she ran her blue eyes over the small clearing looking for something, anything that would hold such music. Feeling rather silly at this time she ran fingers over the flute as much for comfort as for a bit of protection, a part of her wanting to join in the rythem that touched the breeze.~
I don't think I'm alone...
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Sebastian Sanguyn
: says to ALL:.... Being one of the reasons to be afraid of the night-shrouded forest, or rather soon to become one, Sebastian had a healthy respect for forces unseen or not understood. Too, over his decade of travel and having grown up in an area rich with magics and marvels had shown him incredible things. He meant to simply keep going, ignore whomever was out in the forest and cover as much ground as he could tonight. However, he found himself veering someone in that direction. Rather than attempt to rationalize – avoiding some large oaks, the ground sloped down, he maybe wanted to go more that direction anyway – he wondered if he had not been foolish after all. Taking deep breaths, he tried to find that hint of Rowan but it was not coming. The music, however: he could hear that. It was no longer the innocent melody of the flutist, there was something deeper… enchanting. The spell was not for him and yet it was alluring all the same. As he drew closer, he heard the voice again… a voice as airy as the flute. An elf: the breeze danced his way a moment and he could smell her now.
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˙°Sparkling eyes of Annwfn°˙
Tiril
: says to ~~~ | Aspen | ~~~ En:.... *It was so rue, in the forest one was never alone. Nature was alive, filled with creature if one so wish. Tiril glanced to Feawen and continued to let this harmony of sound touch the air. It was not like Tiril was singing, it was more that the fa'ae creature pulled up the volume on natures own music. It was the litlte sounds that the leafs made when it danced with the breeze. It was the scent that burst from each plant, it was the moment, it was the emotions within and its millions of colours. Thanks to Feawens presence it made it just easier too. But as the old tale goes, Tiril nudge Feawen and was slowly drawing backward, deeper intot he forest, letting the sound fade a little, tickled the wishes, the needs to know more about what this was. Pulling and tuggin ye to follow, follow into the depth of the frost. was there a moment of light a million, a trillion of colours darted in there?
Frost:: *Just before Tiril moved away toward Aspen it glanced at ye. The little creature knowed ye well and egocentric just like ye it was. Somewhere the fa'ae creature grin, just the idea the mighty Frost sneaking around the woods for a woman, gaah that would make one great tale. Just see when Púck learns about this.. and it was about there Tiril froze before continue to let the enchantment brush Aspen.. Frost would so not aloud this to come out, Tiril ponder ponder, need to find out a way to dodge this.. but that would be later*
Sebstian:: *Perhaps it was the lack of that scent of Rowan that pulled ye, for perhaps ye had passed that place, that special place ye, Frinn and Ardhel had meet a couple of time. It had been untouched for a long long time, but again for a fa'ae it might just be a blink of the moment..yet again. It did perhaps feel strange. The enchanting sound would seem to draw futher into the forest, deeper into the heart of the forest*
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
: says to ~~~ | Aspen | ~~~ En:.... Feawen leaped forward, a delicate hand flickering once in command to the 'servant...it wailed then, and wound about you, and ye were stilled and silenced all at once...you would not be hurt....but also would not be leaving or crying out , and all ye could do was watch and wait, as the Fey came towards you, the tri-colored eyes, silver on gray with a line of gold circling the pupils, ablaze with the golden hue of power, long midnight-colored hair risen to crawl and float in the air, a shining, dark halo in the eldritch light...The Sidhe's hands reached for you now, and gently took hold, no damage to you unless ye struggled....The Maeb wanted ye, alive and unharmed... She glanced over her shoulder at the hovering Tiril, who had come to be there, right there at the moment of taking...
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†Mesnée d'Hellequin†
The Frost
: says to ˙°Sparkling eye:.... he looked to you and he shook his head...he wanted to sit down and just freeze the damned female.....even unseelie court games were fun...he liked them.....this was not it...he could see if he was drawing blood, or ...he stopped that thought....no fey around would like that....even him...he grins and he laughs, but only in his head...he was getting off track again......train of thought just gone on what he was thinking about earlier....he stopped and looked around and remembered......he did have an idea though...could be fun...for him........
{Sebastain}
..........since he had the spear in his hand he would cut him self just a lil to let the scent of blood in the air to draw you out if you were what he thought you might be......what you were to him was prey...you might not be easy prey, but easy prey are what you drain demi fey to get...he grins to the thought..........
{Aspen}
........he looked to you and now he blames you,but nae knew why, but this was your fault for him being here....a simple ice storm would have taken care of this 15 minutes ago when we got here....he stopped...he was ornery right now....he stoped the thought..we had a reason....he would let thm do what was needed.......
{Feawen}
.......he looked to you and he was proud...his lil assassin.....he grins as he watched you...maybe this was the games after all....but alas...he stopped watching you and her and the demi....he was only interested in what might come out to help...was this a trap for us.....did she know we were coming...his eyes grew cold and the tempture droped a few degrees....he let the blood seep out.....he then spred the blood over his spear and elongated it now.....the scentwas out and HIS trap was set...and he waited......
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~~~ | Aspen | ~~~
: says to ALL:.... ~There wasn't the slightest bit of hesitation before her feet moved to follow. Nothing held her back as she heard the lowering, and soon after the raising of the music again. The colors, they were a minor distraction as she looked over to them. Her mind did hesitate to follow the music, but it was far too late a warning. Finding herself stilled she widened her eyes as she went to talk, to scream, to do anything. Nothing happened instead. There was a moment, a brief moment of regreat and fear. Had Cale been here...but he wasn't, so there was no reason to be thinking such thoughts. She had become to reliant on him anymore, the gentle elf had stopped practising, stopped expecting danger. Watching as creatures approached, or perhaps they just were, she forced herself to relax. Looking closely, carefully at the creatures she did the only thing she could do, she waited. Silent and waiting for what would happen.~
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Sebastian Sanguyn
: says to ALL:.... In the back of his head twanged logic: he was already short on time. He had gone first in the opposite direction to accompany his mate part way on her journey. Although the illness itself had passed, she had been weakened by the plague and he worried greatly for her. He worried about her anyway, but she had seemed so fragile coming down from the fever and had not yet gained back much of the weight she lost while her appetite suffered with her. For a brief moment he glanced back toward the village and beyond. For their own safety and that of the forest and especially that of unlucky travelers their sweeps may have missed, they always went opposite directions. Sebastian went west, Emerald went east. It was an ache deep in his belly: that fear he would never see her again. More so he feared her misfortune, but his own was just as likely. Blood. His head snapped around, his drifting thoughts evaporating. It was not the elf who was cut… and yet it certainly was not human blood, either. Although the movement was almost imperceptible, his ears set back as they might if he were wolf. He had never scented fae blood before… but it carried that essence beneath the Rowan that he knew from meeting Ardhel… thought not… It was not her, beyond a doubt he knew that now. It was designed to and thus it did draw him closer… Though, probably, he would have followed the mysterious music anyway… The forest itself seemed to be singing… and yet from just… over there. Tightening his fists over the strap of his bag, running diagonally over his chest, he circled a dense copse of elm…. And stopped. And stared. At… a large male? Warrior of some kind by his dress, his weapon…. There was the blood. Sebastian’s brown eyes snapped up to the sidhe’s face…. And he understood. “You called…?”
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˙°Sparkling eyes of Annwfn°˙
Tiril
: says to ~~~ | Aspen | ~~~ En:.... *Tiril hold its true form, perhaps ye would see this unsolid form, its multitude of colours that twisted, changed like kaleidoscope. Or did ye see Tiril as ye usually did? That bluish thing, witha humaniod form, claws and teeth. Anyway The fa'ae creature was watching what happened, how Feawen had catched ye. This was a new approach hmm perhaps Tiril should learn it. The colour of bluish and greenish seem to grow stronger as if the thing laughed. Seeing ye beautiful eyes widened, it flew around ye, so near ye could taste the scent of fresh dew. It moved quickly and jaggerd, on one moment it was on your left next before ye only to be behind ye when ye blinked. A Otherworldly breeze seem to sweep around ye and the the two creature near ye. It was as if.. as if tapestry, the side-scene, this illusion of the world creature of the later sort had created.. was crackling around ye. There was a whole new taste of nature, a whole new echo to the sounds, colours was stronger, so was the sounds, scents and it was like everything was a bit more alive around ye. Ye had been touched of this before, somewhere deep in ye heart ye knowed that. Thus many times, in the garden of Caernarfon castle, here and even in Camelot. The fa'ae creature was always near ye, perhaps not always visble by the eye.. but certainly by all ye other senses. The one Feawen had spoked.. was this true, where ye to be spirited away?
Feawen:: *Tiril did laugh even if it expressed in colour and scent rather than sound. My my ye had style and craft. Tiril blinked and ye could tell by its way of moving that it said.. teach teach teach.. Tiril moved around Aspen and ye like a wicked liquid thing. Now and then its colours change, become stronger, weaker .. Tiril expressed it seem Frost is going to take this other one. Shall we ready to head into the Hedge?
Frost / Seb:: *Not far from where Feawen, Aspen and Tiril was.. there stood ye and the other man. Tirli felt his presence coming near, but was unsure who or what it was, still it was familier hmm perhaps Tiril should mention that to Frost.. but well it had not. This Otherworldly touch would soon too be easy to be sensed for Sebastian too, his senses was so delicate, so sensitive.. But the big question was.. Frost and Sebastian.. two strong creature, both unique and special in their own ways.*
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
: says to ALL:.... Feawen let go of the elf, leaving her with the 'servant...for ye would not be getting away from it...and turned to watch with interest as something approached her mate....she wasn't worried, not about Frost..but looked on as it drew closer and spoke to him...The Sidhe was alert, even though she had no fear of it,..but alert as it had been infused into her every cell, back in the tunnels of the Tir Na nOrg....they waited, there by the captive, all watching as the scene unfolded, all holding their breath, unconsciously and not...Feawen recognized the scent as Lycan, as the one that had been in the area the whole time they were there, and eyed the spear speculatively...the Frost had not yet raised it...a sign that he too did not feel too threatened yet...
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†Mesnée d'Hellequin†
The Frost
: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... he looked to you as you came over running.....he hated being right all the time.....oh wait.....others hated when he was right all the time......he stood before you in mithrel armor, thin as clothing but tough as steel, or better...he had a spear in his hand and it was hilt first to the ground....he said nothing when you did...he just looked you over and he nods with a shrugs of his shoulders....his hand was almost healed, ‘twas a small wound and he could heal those swiftly...he then took a few steps towards you.....he knew how to play the game, let's see if you did........Did I? I nae heard myself speak your name.....which is?......he paused for a second and then continued.......It nae matters, what matters is, you are here now. Soon I will ask you to make a decision.....I hope you choose wisely.......with that he folded his arms over his chest and his cold eyes gazed upon you...he would use his sidhe magic, but he knew you were not worth anything he had....in a fight or in life....he took in a breath and waited........
{Tiril and Feawen}
........he knew no matter what you two better hurry, there was a chair he really wanted to sit in back home...that was more exciting than this...this mutt did nae even attack.....but he was smart in that......no use in senseless killing in all......he shrugs......
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Sebastian Sanguyn
: says to ALL:.... Sebastian wrinkled his nose briefly as he took in the scents of the others, his eyes roaming over Frost’s shoulder and around him. Something, not the elf, but something swirling around her… He recognized it. It took him a moment, but then he was sure, it was something he had seen… less of sight, more of the other senses… darting around Ardhel’s neck and hair… if you could call that hair, somewhere in between twigs and flowing locks. His attention snapped back to the tall male, looking up over half a foot to meet the icy gaze, when the sidhe spoke. “Ash,” he gave his name anyway, if tersely. He might normally have enjoyed faerie games, but this close to the full moon… Well, human women have nothing on his PMS (pre-morphing syndrome). His gaze flicked to the captive elf… more curious as to what was going on than perhaps feeling some rise in chivalric need to save her. “…Hello Tiril…” he greeted the darting bluish shape, for that was easier for his mind to comprehend that the little one’s flowing colors, “Ardhel is well, I hope?”
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˙°Sparkling eyes of Annwfn°˙
Tiril
: says to ~~~ | Aspen | ~~~ En:.... *Well this thing that seem to be of air that made ye unable to move. Or perhaps just filled ye with stillness. Tiril seem to express itself, perhaps what human would call talk. The colour changed and twisted, grow deep and light. A hissing sprung out and Tiril for a short moment become soild* "Let her go, move.. and I will not bite, eat whatever there is of ye" *The words acutally came, or was it words? perhaps it was the rhythm ye picked up and the expression in the vibrating energy. The servent thing would hiss back and seem to release ye well ye could move. Tiril was quick now and brushed ye ear, tender music would swirl around ye, perhaps a whisper would play through ye senses....."come come with us, follow follow.. where ye never be ill, forever be great.. come come, follow" .... *The fa'ae creature Tiril that ye now might recognise darted before ye and its warmth pulsed, the colours, the scent the vibration of the nature around was call, pulling.. would ye listen, would ye now go? Feawen was ready it seem now ye could see her where she stood, Frost and Sebastian too a few yards from us. Between the trees, ye could see the thorns, the twigs and leafs of what might be a opening. It was alluring, entic.. the music, life, pureness that was there was stronger, it was like the perfect tune of the perfect flute playing somewhere beyond that. Tiril seem to move backward, move toward this opening.... would ye follow, would ye curiousty be won? Had the enchantment, the bewitch Otherworldy touched ye? oh the steps would be so easy, so light to take.. before ye lay peace, harmony and something more.
Feawen:: *Tiril glanced to ye, hopefully ye were too ready to move, to grab Aspen if she was to leave. The servent was not far from Aspen to be honest it was just at her feets.. ready to either attack Tiril or to grasp Aspen again. The fluid creature of light draw closer into the Hedge that was there, the thorns stretching out, only to close behind and vanish as it never been there.
Frost / Seb:: *Tirl glance up at ye two when moving toward that opening, aye even Sebastian would see it. The words that came form ye made Tiril stop at the opening.. Ardhel mm who was that? For Tiril that creature had faded, faded deeply couse of what had happend. There was small memories about a Rowan, about mm but ye were not the first oen asking about that creature..and Tiril ponder and would answer, not a lie* "I don't know.. perhaps someone else will tell .. perhaps not" *Would Seb by curiosity follow or would Frost take his arm? would there be a fight in the Hedge.. There was something within Seb that the fa'ae felt was mm a changing perhaps? For a strange sense Tiril ponder it would be better to leave now rather than later.. into the Hedge. The fa'ae creature seem to glance to the others, Feawen and Frost.. to see what would be done.. *
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
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: says to ALL:.... Feawen looked to the 'servant as Tiril threatened it, hiding a smile...the wee one was truly fierce, but could not harm the servant..and so, an infinitesmal nod, and the beasty slunk down to pool at the Aspen's feet.....the eldritch music began again, and Feawen stepped close, no weapons needed, for if the elf tried to run, she would be stopped with Sidhe magic and held by the 'servant....Together, they three moved in the direction of the hedge, Tiril leading them towards the opening which awaited.....The Sidhe did not look back to Frost, knowing that he would follow in his own time, after dealing with the Lycan....
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†Mesnée d'Hellequin†
The Frost
: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... he looked to you still ...he knew what you saw over his shoulder...he grins and nods to you and now it was time for the question.....he took in a breath before he spoke to you.....was odd though, he nae knew you knew Tiril.......now the demi really owed him and he shrugs as he looked to you....was not even a question any more, not it was him tired and cranky....upset and ornery............You are coming with us..........it was not even a choice anymore...he really was tired of this subterfuge and with mortals and half creatures.....he missed the good old days....the all or nothing days...just kill and take what you want....he walked by you and he went to touch your shoulder...was either that or stab you in the stomach...he thought better of it...he was growing inside.....tired that is......he would use his magic and take us thru the hedge........ ..
{Feawen and Tiril}
............he knew you two would have this wrapped up and follow him back thru.....if all went well and we got what we needed...then fine...good time had by all, but if not, then these two will not be coming back here...or they would, but in pieces and frozen.....or he could get Darkle to do her thing...he grins...he liked that demi…she.was alright with him....he was off track again....he would finish the thought and take his captive to where he needed to be.....a cage back home...
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~~~ | Aspen | ~~~
: says to ALL:.... ~It was strange, yet familiar and common. Shaking her head a little at the words, the noises, she blinked as she realized she was able to move. Raising a hand to touch her forehead her first step started to move back instead forward. Even as the toes of her boot touched the ground she hesitated, she debated and fought within herself as to what to do, where to go. Her eyes never shifted from Tiril, a faint flicker as if they would with the movement of the other near her before returning to settle on the small fae. Instead of the backwards movement she had been going to make her feet took her forwards, towards the thorns and the hedge. Cale would disapprove if he were here, he would want her to go home instead, but the music. To hear it so clearly, to feel it so strongly, to be able to almost taste the notes...It was too much of a curiosity, she followed them, followed it.~
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Sebastian Sanguyn
: says to ALL:.... Fae. Sebastian did not, but the expression often accompanying an eye roll crossed his prematurely lined faced. Either the creature was being cryptic, which seemed to be as natural to fae as breathing to mortals, or… he had once heard about time being a shifting concept… and even, perhaps, place, in the otherworld.. So that as close as Tiril and Ardhel had seemed to be when he had seen them, perhaps it had been centuries since they knew each other… And even to fae that still did not mean they were not the best of friends. He would never guess the truth. His attention returned to the rather intimidating sidhe standing before him as he spoke. “…That part is not the choice I get to make?” he asked, petulantly perhaps. His voice was rough from years spent outdoors and part of his childhood in a forge and a Scottish accent came through, though it had faded some with time. Sebastian looked for a moment like he was going to snarl at the hand that tried to touch him… bite it possibly. But instead he set his jaw: he knew he faced forces far beyond himself. He made ‘I’m going, I’m going, down boy’ sort of gesture, and followed the pull of music and magic… followed the elf and the other fae… chased by the grim demeanor of Frost… into the maddening pull of the hedge.

~~~ | Aspen | ~~~
Enchantica Bard
Wouldn’t it be great to heal the world with only a song?
- Fraser Forest -
Densely wooded, bordering the village and castle walls to the south.
: says to ALL:.... ~She had returned, no, they had returned. Cale had been with her, Cale hadn't left her side for a very long time now. Perhaps not so long in years of an elf, but it seemed like a long time all the same. Moving into the trees that lined the edge of the property Cale had gotten, Cale had gotten and asked her to share. Looking back, the trees having closed off the view of the house now, she let her blue eyes see the house with a faint smile. So strange, the wild and traveling bard had indeed become settled down. Leaning back against a tree she looked down to a rock near her, the stone that marked the grave of her animal companion. She should consider getting a new one, but she doubted any animal could take the place of the one she lost.
Humming softly into the mostly still air she ran her fingers over her flute case. The bird had been there, the eagle had been with her through the whole trials a young elf could have. Closing her eyes softly she raises her hand from the flute and touches her left there cheek, there, hidden behind a veil of hair, the rough skin met her fingertips in the form of the scar marring her cheek. So long ago now that it all had happened, her mind should not be so set in the days past, yet she still felt there were times when the past was too clos to the present.~
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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
- Fraser Forest -
Densely wooded, bordering the village and castle walls to the south.
: says to ALL:.... Sebastian turned and peered through the trees, but he had lost sight and sound of the village by now. Slung over his head and shoulder was a leather satchel with enough food to last him a few days and a few medical supplies just in case. It was a far cry from the days when he took all his worldly possessions, which were often fewer than what he had with him now, on these journeys to purposefully get lost. Turning, he pulled the hood of his sepia cloak up over his gray-brushed brown hair and made his way through the trees. Leather boots trudged along through the underbrush; for now it was a path he knew… getting as far away from the inhabited areas of Enchantia as he could.
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˙°Sparkling eyes of Annwfn°
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Tiril
Little wings can take ye far
As long ye belive in ME
Annwfn | CC
- Fraser Forest -
Densely wooded, bordering the village and castle walls to the south.
: says to ALL:.... *The liquid colours floated in the air, a non solid creature dashed through the Hedge, darted between the trees, bushes. Dodged the twigs and branches as they was part o it. Suddenly it stopped. The other had come to. Cobweb was there, Moth too. Feawen and Frost was just a few feet behind. Out there in the forest was this taste, this scent of now what was its name oh Aspen right. But there was something else near. Tiril didn't care. Now where was Darkle and Silwen and.. bleeh whatever. Tiril stopped and glanced through the thickness of leafs and twigs, watching the figure playing, the tunes was leading and showing. HTere not to far leaned against that tree Aspen was.
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°Sidhe Healer | Mistral’s Daughter
Frost’s Mate
~ It is by Warfare That the Soul Makes Progress~
Tuatha Dé Danann
Annwfn - CC
- Fraser Forest -
Densely wooded, bordering the village and castle walls to the south.
: says to ALL:.... Feawen emerged from the hedge, thorns licking at the sleek Sidhe flesh....flicking a hand at the 'servant, she said a single word...*Seek*...the 'servant was off, then, like a silent shade, the dust stirring into devils in its wake as it slithered through the trees.......it returned, rising to whine against her cheek..*There..they are there,,the Aspen, the Tiril, Cobweb, Moth..and the Frost.....but there is another, and he doesn't taste good....* It showed her then, the taste of something strange, an animal, a human too...The Sidhe moved off in the direction of Tiril now, knowing that all would come together there...
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†Mesnée d'Hellequin† 
The Frost
=†Mate to Feawen†=
=†Unseelie Sidhe Warrior†=
- Fraser Forest -
Densely wooded, bordering the village and castle walls to the south.
: says to ALL:.... in his fashion he brought up the rear and he checked the grounds and scanned the area....he looked at you two just walking along and there was no stealth in this.....he sighs.....why in hades was he here....he walked behind the two of them and he hung his head and grinned some....maybe this could be a game he liked to play in the unseelie court....only, would they survive what I had planned....he lifts his head and he grins more...this could turn out to be a good night....
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~~ | Aspen | ~~~
: says to ALL:.... ~She was oblivious, completely ignorant of the audiance. Tapping her cheek lightly she soon stopped her humming, her song ending abruptly rather than softly as it might normally. Brushing fingers through her hair lightly she pulled it back over her left cheek, hiding the scar, the rosevine that decorated it, and the memory that was held in it. Raising her gaze from the stone she looked towards the trees, not looking at them but somehow beyond and through. She idly thought that it hadn't been smart to leave Cale tonight after all, but what's done is done, she was here, and he was still at home. A simple note had been left in case he woke up and looked for her, a small message waiting to be read.~
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Sebastian Sanguyn
: says to ALL:.... His footsteps slowed as he heard the ethereal melody of a wooden flute: he did not expect someone to be out here so late. Although he knew he needed to keep going – he needed to walk for another day at least and then he needed to be absolutely sure no one was there… or could stumble into the area, least the horrors of the July moon repeat themselves – he reasoned he could linger a moment or two for curiosity’s sake… Or at least to admire the pleasant tune: it was probably a bad idea to investigate its source. And then he became aware of something… strange in the forest. He took a deep breath and expected to smell Rowan… though for a moment he could not think why that scent occurred to him unasked. And then it occurred to him, “Ardhel…?” he asked the trees, feeling a bit foolish for doing so… But besides that inexplicable scent of rowan trees, the fae carried with her this same… otherworldly essence he could have just sworn he felt. “I’m going senile…” he concluded, an amused smile twinging on his face. For a human, he was middle aged, thirty one… for a werewolf, or at least his type, he was very old: 10.. the end of the expected lifespan of a true wolf. “And I’m talking to myself….” He added and shook his head before starting to go on his way again.
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
: says to ~~~ | Aspen | ~~~ En:.... Feawen sent the 'servant out once more, this time, to shadow you...ye would feel the kiss of an errant breeze, licking at your skin, but no more than that..and would hear the soft singing of the air....the sound of the forest, springing to life around you as it stirred in that breeze.....
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˙°Sparkling eyes of Annwfn°˙
Tiril
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °° :.... and Frost:: *Tiril spun around and still being unsolid. The vibrations, the scent that could be tased spoked by it self and to put words to it it would sound something like this among humans* "Aspen is near, let her feel and be touched by her own... music. But is it just me or do I tast someone else near? I .. Its familier." *It was the scent of Sebastian that tickled the little creature. It glanced up at Frost and blinked, as if preeeeeetty please. I will speak good of ye.. wink wink.. Tiril glanced back toward where ASpen stood, waited to learn what the other thought. But curious as it was Tiril slowly start to move closer toward Aspen yet hidden by the nature, for Tiril was not seen by the eye. Well perhaps Aspen would sense something, feel a tickle along the neck. But something broked the air, words, from that other one? Again Tiril glanced up at Frost and Feawen, beofre it moved on and watched that servent creature moving close*
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†Mesnée d'Hellequin†
The Frost
: says to ˙°Sparkling eye:.... as he moved with the demi and his mate he knew they were to get one, but another he felt.....it smelled of a mutt...canine...but not...his senses were off, coming back from where he had been, but he would have to keep a ear and eye out for this one.....just then you spun and he listened to what you said and then looked to the tiny expression on your face and he shook his head and gave a gaelic shrug and nodded.......
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
: says to †Mesnée d'Hellequin†:.... Feawen glided closer, staying with Frost, moving with the utmost of stealth...that taste on the air, that strange animal taste, had stirred her bane..*What, oh what was it? She wasn't sure yet..but it smelled of Lycan, something she had dealt with in other places, in the cities of men..and it was moving towards Aspen...and Aspen was theirs....A glance, to the Frost, no words needed...and then another, a silent signal...as she saw your cold eyes light with understanding...
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~~~ | Aspen | ~~~
: says to ALL:.... ~She could feel it, the strange feeling of the air, the wrong way the breeze shifted, but she had no idea what it was. Ghosts, anymore she had come to believe in ghosts, Cale had ghosts that haunted him, she had seen it, she had seen her. The woman that Cale had said was his mother. Closing her eyes she brushed her forehead with her free hand, she was being silly now, over-reacting. Tilting her head a little when her ears picked up the sounds. Talking, faint words that were coming from a distance. Even her elven hearing couldn't make out what the soft words Ash was saying. Deciding that it was none of her business, something she didn't often do, she relaxed against the tree again. Running fingers over her glass flute she soon put it away, staring at the rock that made a grave marker and smiling faint, speaking to the wind as much to the vine covered stone she smiled at her own silliness.~
I don't suppose you're coming back from the dead? If you ever have thoughts of doing so, please don't, once was enough for me...
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Sebastian Sanguyn
: says to ALL:.... Perhaps it was the deal he made with the faerie princess that was acting upon him: he had agreed to be fae friend… whatever that meant. In exchange for replacing the sludge of coffee, sugar and cream for something that would not irritate his nose if it sat there a while in her message to Frinn… Sebastian chuckled to himself, his hand clasping the strap of his bag and rotating a little. It seemed ridiculous now. Not that it had made much sense then… but it seemed important to Ardhel to ask this of him in return for what he thought of as a tiny favor. Frinn had scolded him for being rather careless in entering the deal with a fae… But so far, as far as he knew, he had never been asked to fulfill his part of the agreement. His calloused hand brushed over his face, sweeping locks of hair out of his eyes and trying to tuck them behind the half-bitten ear. It never worked, they always fell forward again in a few minutes. He rubbed his temporarily fringe-free face, conscious of the fact that he was about to deepen some of those premature creases and possibly add more. And then he froze, his ears twitching slightly – a muted version of what they would be capable of doing in three nights. His hearing was quite near the wolf’s now and he caught wisps of Aspen’s voice as she had caught his…. But then he remembered the flute. The direction was the same, obviously it was the player or an audience member.
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†Mesnée d'Hellequin†
The Frost
: says to °°Fëawen Táralóm °° :.... he looked to you and he watched you come closer...the look in his eyes said, take your training and do what is needed....failure is not an option....he knows you never did missions with him, but he was cold and direct...the stealth was ....it was not needed for this he thought, but he knew it came in handy.....he remembers to be cunning and what he was taught....he nods to you and then looked off in the distance.......
{Aspen}
.......you were prey but he would not treat you as such, that is what these two were for, he was going after the other if it came near....he watched you from a distance with the rest of his group....he took in a breath and his cold eyes pierced a whole thru you as he looked you over....taking you in and registering you in his mind....he nods once he was done..........
{Sebastian}
......he looked off in the distance....he could feel you near, but could not get a read on you...this was killing him...he backed from the other two and took his eyes away from Aspen and tried to get a fix on you now.....he gained so much but lost himself as well.....if he saw you he would have to stop you.....you were too close as the plan was coming to a head......
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˙°Sparkling eyes of Annwfn°˙
Tiril
: says to ~~~ | Aspen | ~~~ En:.... *a breeze, had touched, a breeze had twirled and play. Tirl had moved closer watching ye as ye delicate fingers moved over the instrument of glas, how the fingertips brushed the stone. For a second there Tiril ponder how they would tase.. no no not now, Tiril was not going to feast...yet. When coming so close it could see ye perfectly, Tiril was among the bushes, rocks and trees. A gentle tune would be heared, a song perhaps? It was hard to hear if there was actually words, but the rhythm oh the rhythm. It was tuggin, pulling, playful it touched the air, danced with the leafs. A vibration so otherworldy, yet so close and filled with excitment, love, adventure. Tiril felt Feawen near and would just be still as this rhythm was played out. Ye where something special, one of ye kind. There was non as ye not even close. The way ye spoked, the way ye told tales, sang and dance. Everthing did touch the Otherworld, the fa'ae knowed ye well and loved ye for the creature ye where. The rhythm ye could feel was in tune with the soil, the nature itself.. perrhaps it was nature that sang to ye now, it was bewitching, strange yet so familier.*
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
: says to †Mesnée d'Hellequin†:.... Feawen glanced over at the sound of your voice and nodded...one quick short jerk of the chin....and the image of the tunnels came to her...the need for stealth was always there now, in her...ever-present...she turned away and began to edge closer, watching as the Tiril began to move, keeping back from him until she knew what he was about...
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†Mesnée d'Hellequin†
The Frost
: says to ˙°Sparkling eye:.... he looked to you and he knew all involved owed him for this venture, but you most of all......feisty lil thing you were.....got him sneaking around for a woman....a woman any could take at any time.....he nae knew this to be fact, but to him was not fiction.....he scratched his head and shrugs lightly.....this better be worth it he thought...if nothing panned out from this, there would be Frost to pay...>........
{Feawen}
........he then looked to you and he saw you start to use the stealth the dark one taught you....he was proud of you, but he blames you as well for him being here....any one of us could have taken her.....the only thing stopping him from going up there was......he raised a brow....there was nothing stopping him....but a feeling....a feeling he learned to trust after a few hundred years.....by this time he was not even paying attention anymore....well except for the second one that was around...that he would pay attention to....he took his spear out and kept it as is, not elongating it just yet......
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~~~ | Aspen | ~~~
: says to ˙°Sparkling eye:.... ~Her gaze shifted, her eyes blinking as she studied closer the woods. Had she seen something else? Blinking once more she saw nothing, but she certainly felt it. It wasn't, bad, in fact, it wasn't long before she felt, as much as she heard music, a rhythm that...Shaking her head from the thought once more she touched her forehead. Was it she that was going crazy? To hear such music is not so unusual, but the way this music came it was too, right, to set to be a sound her mind put together, it was something else all together. Standing up straight she ran her blue eyes over the small clearing looking for something, anything that would hold such music. Feeling rather silly at this time she ran fingers over the flute as much for comfort as for a bit of protection, a part of her wanting to join in the rythem that touched the breeze.~
I don't think I'm alone...
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Sebastian Sanguyn
: says to ALL:.... Being one of the reasons to be afraid of the night-shrouded forest, or rather soon to become one, Sebastian had a healthy respect for forces unseen or not understood. Too, over his decade of travel and having grown up in an area rich with magics and marvels had shown him incredible things. He meant to simply keep going, ignore whomever was out in the forest and cover as much ground as he could tonight. However, he found himself veering someone in that direction. Rather than attempt to rationalize – avoiding some large oaks, the ground sloped down, he maybe wanted to go more that direction anyway – he wondered if he had not been foolish after all. Taking deep breaths, he tried to find that hint of Rowan but it was not coming. The music, however: he could hear that. It was no longer the innocent melody of the flutist, there was something deeper… enchanting. The spell was not for him and yet it was alluring all the same. As he drew closer, he heard the voice again… a voice as airy as the flute. An elf: the breeze danced his way a moment and he could smell her now.
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˙°Sparkling eyes of Annwfn°˙
Tiril
: says to ~~~ | Aspen | ~~~ En:.... *It was so rue, in the forest one was never alone. Nature was alive, filled with creature if one so wish. Tiril glanced to Feawen and continued to let this harmony of sound touch the air. It was not like Tiril was singing, it was more that the fa'ae creature pulled up the volume on natures own music. It was the litlte sounds that the leafs made when it danced with the breeze. It was the scent that burst from each plant, it was the moment, it was the emotions within and its millions of colours. Thanks to Feawens presence it made it just easier too. But as the old tale goes, Tiril nudge Feawen and was slowly drawing backward, deeper intot he forest, letting the sound fade a little, tickled the wishes, the needs to know more about what this was. Pulling and tuggin ye to follow, follow into the depth of the frost. was there a moment of light a million, a trillion of colours darted in there?
Frost:: *Just before Tiril moved away toward Aspen it glanced at ye. The little creature knowed ye well and egocentric just like ye it was. Somewhere the fa'ae creature grin, just the idea the mighty Frost sneaking around the woods for a woman, gaah that would make one great tale. Just see when Púck learns about this.. and it was about there Tiril froze before continue to let the enchantment brush Aspen.. Frost would so not aloud this to come out, Tiril ponder ponder, need to find out a way to dodge this.. but that would be later*
Sebstian:: *Perhaps it was the lack of that scent of Rowan that pulled ye, for perhaps ye had passed that place, that special place ye, Frinn and Ardhel had meet a couple of time. It had been untouched for a long long time, but again for a fa'ae it might just be a blink of the moment..yet again. It did perhaps feel strange. The enchanting sound would seem to draw futher into the forest, deeper into the heart of the forest*
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
: says to ~~~ | Aspen | ~~~ En:.... Feawen leaped forward, a delicate hand flickering once in command to the 'servant...it wailed then, and wound about you, and ye were stilled and silenced all at once...you would not be hurt....but also would not be leaving or crying out , and all ye could do was watch and wait, as the Fey came towards you, the tri-colored eyes, silver on gray with a line of gold circling the pupils, ablaze with the golden hue of power, long midnight-colored hair risen to crawl and float in the air, a shining, dark halo in the eldritch light...The Sidhe's hands reached for you now, and gently took hold, no damage to you unless ye struggled....The Maeb wanted ye, alive and unharmed... She glanced over her shoulder at the hovering Tiril, who had come to be there, right there at the moment of taking...
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†Mesnée d'Hellequin†
The Frost
: says to ˙°Sparkling eye:.... he looked to you and he shook his head...he wanted to sit down and just freeze the damned female.....even unseelie court games were fun...he liked them.....this was not it...he could see if he was drawing blood, or ...he stopped that thought....no fey around would like that....even him...he grins and he laughs, but only in his head...he was getting off track again......train of thought just gone on what he was thinking about earlier....he stopped and looked around and remembered......he did have an idea though...could be fun...for him........
{Sebastain}
..........since he had the spear in his hand he would cut him self just a lil to let the scent of blood in the air to draw you out if you were what he thought you might be......what you were to him was prey...you might not be easy prey, but easy prey are what you drain demi fey to get...he grins to the thought..........
{Aspen}
........he looked to you and now he blames you,but nae knew why, but this was your fault for him being here....a simple ice storm would have taken care of this 15 minutes ago when we got here....he stopped...he was ornery right now....he stoped the thought..we had a reason....he would let thm do what was needed.......
{Feawen}
.......he looked to you and he was proud...his lil assassin.....he grins as he watched you...maybe this was the games after all....but alas...he stopped watching you and her and the demi....he was only interested in what might come out to help...was this a trap for us.....did she know we were coming...his eyes grew cold and the tempture droped a few degrees....he let the blood seep out.....he then spred the blood over his spear and elongated it now.....the scentwas out and HIS trap was set...and he waited......
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~~~ | Aspen | ~~~
: says to ALL:.... ~There wasn't the slightest bit of hesitation before her feet moved to follow. Nothing held her back as she heard the lowering, and soon after the raising of the music again. The colors, they were a minor distraction as she looked over to them. Her mind did hesitate to follow the music, but it was far too late a warning. Finding herself stilled she widened her eyes as she went to talk, to scream, to do anything. Nothing happened instead. There was a moment, a brief moment of regreat and fear. Had Cale been here...but he wasn't, so there was no reason to be thinking such thoughts. She had become to reliant on him anymore, the gentle elf had stopped practising, stopped expecting danger. Watching as creatures approached, or perhaps they just were, she forced herself to relax. Looking closely, carefully at the creatures she did the only thing she could do, she waited. Silent and waiting for what would happen.~
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Sebastian Sanguyn
: says to ALL:.... In the back of his head twanged logic: he was already short on time. He had gone first in the opposite direction to accompany his mate part way on her journey. Although the illness itself had passed, she had been weakened by the plague and he worried greatly for her. He worried about her anyway, but she had seemed so fragile coming down from the fever and had not yet gained back much of the weight she lost while her appetite suffered with her. For a brief moment he glanced back toward the village and beyond. For their own safety and that of the forest and especially that of unlucky travelers their sweeps may have missed, they always went opposite directions. Sebastian went west, Emerald went east. It was an ache deep in his belly: that fear he would never see her again. More so he feared her misfortune, but his own was just as likely. Blood. His head snapped around, his drifting thoughts evaporating. It was not the elf who was cut… and yet it certainly was not human blood, either. Although the movement was almost imperceptible, his ears set back as they might if he were wolf. He had never scented fae blood before… but it carried that essence beneath the Rowan that he knew from meeting Ardhel… thought not… It was not her, beyond a doubt he knew that now. It was designed to and thus it did draw him closer… Though, probably, he would have followed the mysterious music anyway… The forest itself seemed to be singing… and yet from just… over there. Tightening his fists over the strap of his bag, running diagonally over his chest, he circled a dense copse of elm…. And stopped. And stared. At… a large male? Warrior of some kind by his dress, his weapon…. There was the blood. Sebastian’s brown eyes snapped up to the sidhe’s face…. And he understood. “You called…?”
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˙°Sparkling eyes of Annwfn°˙
Tiril
: says to ~~~ | Aspen | ~~~ En:.... *Tiril hold its true form, perhaps ye would see this unsolid form, its multitude of colours that twisted, changed like kaleidoscope. Or did ye see Tiril as ye usually did? That bluish thing, witha humaniod form, claws and teeth. Anyway The fa'ae creature was watching what happened, how Feawen had catched ye. This was a new approach hmm perhaps Tiril should learn it. The colour of bluish and greenish seem to grow stronger as if the thing laughed. Seeing ye beautiful eyes widened, it flew around ye, so near ye could taste the scent of fresh dew. It moved quickly and jaggerd, on one moment it was on your left next before ye only to be behind ye when ye blinked. A Otherworldly breeze seem to sweep around ye and the the two creature near ye. It was as if.. as if tapestry, the side-scene, this illusion of the world creature of the later sort had created.. was crackling around ye. There was a whole new taste of nature, a whole new echo to the sounds, colours was stronger, so was the sounds, scents and it was like everything was a bit more alive around ye. Ye had been touched of this before, somewhere deep in ye heart ye knowed that. Thus many times, in the garden of Caernarfon castle, here and even in Camelot. The fa'ae creature was always near ye, perhaps not always visble by the eye.. but certainly by all ye other senses. The one Feawen had spoked.. was this true, where ye to be spirited away?
Feawen:: *Tiril did laugh even if it expressed in colour and scent rather than sound. My my ye had style and craft. Tiril blinked and ye could tell by its way of moving that it said.. teach teach teach.. Tiril moved around Aspen and ye like a wicked liquid thing. Now and then its colours change, become stronger, weaker .. Tiril expressed it seem Frost is going to take this other one. Shall we ready to head into the Hedge?
Frost / Seb:: *Not far from where Feawen, Aspen and Tiril was.. there stood ye and the other man. Tirli felt his presence coming near, but was unsure who or what it was, still it was familier hmm perhaps Tiril should mention that to Frost.. but well it had not. This Otherworldly touch would soon too be easy to be sensed for Sebastian too, his senses was so delicate, so sensitive.. But the big question was.. Frost and Sebastian.. two strong creature, both unique and special in their own ways.*
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
: says to ALL:.... Feawen let go of the elf, leaving her with the 'servant...for ye would not be getting away from it...and turned to watch with interest as something approached her mate....she wasn't worried, not about Frost..but looked on as it drew closer and spoke to him...The Sidhe was alert, even though she had no fear of it,..but alert as it had been infused into her every cell, back in the tunnels of the Tir Na nOrg....they waited, there by the captive, all watching as the scene unfolded, all holding their breath, unconsciously and not...Feawen recognized the scent as Lycan, as the one that had been in the area the whole time they were there, and eyed the spear speculatively...the Frost had not yet raised it...a sign that he too did not feel too threatened yet...
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†Mesnée d'Hellequin†
The Frost
: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... he looked to you as you came over running.....he hated being right all the time.....oh wait.....others hated when he was right all the time......he stood before you in mithrel armor, thin as clothing but tough as steel, or better...he had a spear in his hand and it was hilt first to the ground....he said nothing when you did...he just looked you over and he nods with a shrugs of his shoulders....his hand was almost healed, ‘twas a small wound and he could heal those swiftly...he then took a few steps towards you.....he knew how to play the game, let's see if you did........Did I? I nae heard myself speak your name.....which is?......he paused for a second and then continued.......It nae matters, what matters is, you are here now. Soon I will ask you to make a decision.....I hope you choose wisely.......with that he folded his arms over his chest and his cold eyes gazed upon you...he would use his sidhe magic, but he knew you were not worth anything he had....in a fight or in life....he took in a breath and waited........
{Tiril and Feawen}
........he knew no matter what you two better hurry, there was a chair he really wanted to sit in back home...that was more exciting than this...this mutt did nae even attack.....but he was smart in that......no use in senseless killing in all......he shrugs......
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Sebastian Sanguyn
: says to ALL:.... Sebastian wrinkled his nose briefly as he took in the scents of the others, his eyes roaming over Frost’s shoulder and around him. Something, not the elf, but something swirling around her… He recognized it. It took him a moment, but then he was sure, it was something he had seen… less of sight, more of the other senses… darting around Ardhel’s neck and hair… if you could call that hair, somewhere in between twigs and flowing locks. His attention snapped back to the tall male, looking up over half a foot to meet the icy gaze, when the sidhe spoke. “Ash,” he gave his name anyway, if tersely. He might normally have enjoyed faerie games, but this close to the full moon… Well, human women have nothing on his PMS (pre-morphing syndrome). His gaze flicked to the captive elf… more curious as to what was going on than perhaps feeling some rise in chivalric need to save her. “…Hello Tiril…” he greeted the darting bluish shape, for that was easier for his mind to comprehend that the little one’s flowing colors, “Ardhel is well, I hope?”
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˙°Sparkling eyes of Annwfn°˙
Tiril
: says to ~~~ | Aspen | ~~~ En:.... *Well this thing that seem to be of air that made ye unable to move. Or perhaps just filled ye with stillness. Tiril seem to express itself, perhaps what human would call talk. The colour changed and twisted, grow deep and light. A hissing sprung out and Tiril for a short moment become soild* "Let her go, move.. and I will not bite, eat whatever there is of ye" *The words acutally came, or was it words? perhaps it was the rhythm ye picked up and the expression in the vibrating energy. The servent thing would hiss back and seem to release ye well ye could move. Tiril was quick now and brushed ye ear, tender music would swirl around ye, perhaps a whisper would play through ye senses....."come come with us, follow follow.. where ye never be ill, forever be great.. come come, follow" .... *The fa'ae creature Tiril that ye now might recognise darted before ye and its warmth pulsed, the colours, the scent the vibration of the nature around was call, pulling.. would ye listen, would ye now go? Feawen was ready it seem now ye could see her where she stood, Frost and Sebastian too a few yards from us. Between the trees, ye could see the thorns, the twigs and leafs of what might be a opening. It was alluring, entic.. the music, life, pureness that was there was stronger, it was like the perfect tune of the perfect flute playing somewhere beyond that. Tiril seem to move backward, move toward this opening.... would ye follow, would ye curiousty be won? Had the enchantment, the bewitch Otherworldy touched ye? oh the steps would be so easy, so light to take.. before ye lay peace, harmony and something more.
Feawen:: *Tiril glanced to ye, hopefully ye were too ready to move, to grab Aspen if she was to leave. The servent was not far from Aspen to be honest it was just at her feets.. ready to either attack Tiril or to grasp Aspen again. The fluid creature of light draw closer into the Hedge that was there, the thorns stretching out, only to close behind and vanish as it never been there.
Frost / Seb:: *Tirl glance up at ye two when moving toward that opening, aye even Sebastian would see it. The words that came form ye made Tiril stop at the opening.. Ardhel mm who was that? For Tiril that creature had faded, faded deeply couse of what had happend. There was small memories about a Rowan, about mm but ye were not the first oen asking about that creature..and Tiril ponder and would answer, not a lie* "I don't know.. perhaps someone else will tell .. perhaps not" *Would Seb by curiosity follow or would Frost take his arm? would there be a fight in the Hedge.. There was something within Seb that the fa'ae felt was mm a changing perhaps? For a strange sense Tiril ponder it would be better to leave now rather than later.. into the Hedge. The fa'ae creature seem to glance to the others, Feawen and Frost.. to see what would be done.. *
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°°Fëawen Táralóm °°
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: says to ALL:.... Feawen looked to the 'servant as Tiril threatened it, hiding a smile...the wee one was truly fierce, but could not harm the servant..and so, an infinitesmal nod, and the beasty slunk down to pool at the Aspen's feet.....the eldritch music began again, and Feawen stepped close, no weapons needed, for if the elf tried to run, she would be stopped with Sidhe magic and held by the 'servant....Together, they three moved in the direction of the hedge, Tiril leading them towards the opening which awaited.....The Sidhe did not look back to Frost, knowing that he would follow in his own time, after dealing with the Lycan....
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†Mesnée d'Hellequin†
The Frost
: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... he looked to you still ...he knew what you saw over his shoulder...he grins and nods to you and now it was time for the question.....he took in a breath before he spoke to you.....was odd though, he nae knew you knew Tiril.......now the demi really owed him and he shrugs as he looked to you....was not even a question any more, not it was him tired and cranky....upset and ornery............You are coming with us..........it was not even a choice anymore...he really was tired of this subterfuge and with mortals and half creatures.....he missed the good old days....the all or nothing days...just kill and take what you want....he walked by you and he went to touch your shoulder...was either that or stab you in the stomach...he thought better of it...he was growing inside.....tired that is......he would use his magic and take us thru the hedge........ ..
{Feawen and Tiril}
............he knew you two would have this wrapped up and follow him back thru.....if all went well and we got what we needed...then fine...good time had by all, but if not, then these two will not be coming back here...or they would, but in pieces and frozen.....or he could get Darkle to do her thing...he grins...he liked that demi…she.was alright with him....he was off track again....he would finish the thought and take his captive to where he needed to be.....a cage back home...
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~~~ | Aspen | ~~~
: says to ALL:.... ~It was strange, yet familiar and common. Shaking her head a little at the words, the noises, she blinked as she realized she was able to move. Raising a hand to touch her forehead her first step started to move back instead forward. Even as the toes of her boot touched the ground she hesitated, she debated and fought within herself as to what to do, where to go. Her eyes never shifted from Tiril, a faint flicker as if they would with the movement of the other near her before returning to settle on the small fae. Instead of the backwards movement she had been going to make her feet took her forwards, towards the thorns and the hedge. Cale would disapprove if he were here, he would want her to go home instead, but the music. To hear it so clearly, to feel it so strongly, to be able to almost taste the notes...It was too much of a curiosity, she followed them, followed it.~
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Sebastian Sanguyn
: says to ALL:.... Fae. Sebastian did not, but the expression often accompanying an eye roll crossed his prematurely lined faced. Either the creature was being cryptic, which seemed to be as natural to fae as breathing to mortals, or… he had once heard about time being a shifting concept… and even, perhaps, place, in the otherworld.. So that as close as Tiril and Ardhel had seemed to be when he had seen them, perhaps it had been centuries since they knew each other… And even to fae that still did not mean they were not the best of friends. He would never guess the truth. His attention returned to the rather intimidating sidhe standing before him as he spoke. “…That part is not the choice I get to make?” he asked, petulantly perhaps. His voice was rough from years spent outdoors and part of his childhood in a forge and a Scottish accent came through, though it had faded some with time. Sebastian looked for a moment like he was going to snarl at the hand that tried to touch him… bite it possibly. But instead he set his jaw: he knew he faced forces far beyond himself. He made ‘I’m going, I’m going, down boy’ sort of gesture, and followed the pull of music and magic… followed the elf and the other fae… chased by the grim demeanor of Frost… into the maddening pull of the hedge.
