The Adventures of Ash Continued 2

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Rilynneld
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let the tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to ALL:.... Shyn'tylene sat on the seashore, her legs pulled up close to her chest and her chin resting upon her knees, arms wrapped about her legs as she looked out over the vast ocean. After the stranger in the tavern had left she had chosen to travel back to Annwfn, she had to get everything clear in her mind. Everything was a complete mess. Though Shyn was keeping ehr distance from the sea, the scent of it circled about her, hugging her almost, her hair flowing behind her softly in the breeze, she was a little cold, but she didn't really seem to care about that.

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to ALL:.... Taking a deep breath, Sebastian smiled a little as the tang of salt flooded his senses. He was beginning to associate proximity to the ocean with the nebulous and still novel concept of home. Stepping out from between the trees, he paused as dirt became sand and wiggled his boot a little among the slipping, embracing grains. The dark brown cloak hanging from his shoulders caught the breeze and, flapping, announced his presence to nearby ears. Save when certain faeries decided to appear to him, Sebastian was alone in Tir Na nOg, so he never looked around as he might have any other place merely trusting that he still was. Too, he still forgot he had been robbed of the heightened senses building to a peak during the full moon – the forest was so full of life and fascinating things, he did not, for the most, have the usual sensation of the world being muffled by cloth over his ears and nose. Calloused hands withdrew from his pockets as he spotted a piece of driftwood and he stooped to pick it up. Running craftsmen’s fingers over the water-smoothed wood and bringing it closer to his face, he examined it closely even while his leather boots kept moving along the shore out of reach of the tide.

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Rilynneld
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let the tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... His scent was the first thing to hit her, drawing itself on the wind beating towards her, but it was not a normal scent and those ruby reds soon went wide and slowly began to change, filtering into the beautiful yellowy-green cats eyes, her back went taught as though she were raising hackles and she growled low, her jaw moved a little but her mouth never opened, she had gotten his scent, the human and the wolf. It wa the wolf part that got her most though, she was a cat and he a dog, it of course put her on edge, not without saying the Lycans that were taking over the human lands of her home either. Slowly her gaze moved towards him, turning on him as she kept cuddleing herself in comfort, watching him closely, this time she kept the growl to her throat, drawing in a deep breath before finally pushing to her feet, it was the fight of flight in her that was echoing through her head. In the end though she opened herself up and she tried to calm herself down, without a second thought she sent a pulse towards, the pulse was of her cat, but power as well, just asmall amount, not the full force that she really held within her, she wanted to see how much he could sense, tests his senses of Lycanthropy.

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... Something dark moved in Sebastian’s peripheral vision and he jumped, dropping the driftwood; his feet did not actually leave the sand, though it was close. His head snapped toward the tiny woman and sienna eyes streaked with amber fixed on her. The full weight of his shock was written across his creased and prematurely aged features – he looked to be around fifty without a close examination that might hint he was nearer to thirty. Weathered skin normally somewhat tanned was wan, drawn by the recent stresses of transformation such that people who did not know what he was would conclude he was just getting over a serious illness. Sebastian stared at her for a long moment, his own fight/flight response surging within him… but then he remembered being told that the hedge would devour those with evil intentions, so she could not be the huge threat instinct told him she ought to be. He blinked several times and clapped his hand over his heart, which beat quickly as though trying to escape his chest, and then smoothed his white shirt as though petting himself calm or trying to hide the action as though he suddenly felt the need to try to remove a few wrinkles. For as second, the way he looked slightly away, it seemed like he was going to curse her for startling him, but instead… “Hi…” he uttered through an exhale, his voice rough, “Have you ever considered wearing a bell…?” The smile toward which his lips quirked was the more natural expression for him, as evidenced by the way the lines of his face embraced it. He could perhaps sense something of the cat in her subconsciously… and perhaps the wolf buried within him stirred, but nothing of the pulse seemed to strike him. It was too soon after the full moon, he was too… human.

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Rilynneld
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let the tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Glancing at him, he did seem to look a bit sick and she tried to concentrate on the moon phase, but it was beyond her, she couldn't remember when the last full moon was, but she kept her distance as she did move closer to him, the cat rolling about inside her and warning her to be careful, she had no evil intentions. Well, none that were aimed at him at least. She was still trying to work out his actions as she studied him, she wanted to reach outh with her energy and test him again, but she refrained, keeping the yellow-greens locked to his amber, canting her head softly and then frowning at him, she had definately expected soem reaction from him and was clearly confused by his lack of one, but then again the newness was swimming about him a little bit. Drawing in the scent of the air, keeping more a distance from the sea now rather than from him, she wore a red leather corset and matchin trousers, all studded with silver, the boots brushed her calves and had a nice 2 inch stiletto heel to them, speak softly, a purr in her throat. "Vendui jaluk." (Hello male) She spoke carefully, though she did not laugh at his words but frowned instead. "To give me a bell would be like putting a collar and leish to you. Neither of us are anyones pets." She smirked then at that, canting her head softly with the slightest of smiles. "Would you like a collar and leish?"

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... He shifted as she moved to keep himself directly facing her, yellow-contaminated eyes watching her… her sleek movements reminded him of cat or maybe that was her eyes, they were not the red he expected from one of her race. It was his minor knowledge of her kind that made him read the predatory nature of a spider into her actions, perhaps, more than what he actually saw… He was beginning to doubt the fae’s assurance and think perhaps she could mean him harm, a thought underlined by the harsh nature of her language – he did not know it was merely a standard greeting. His hands grasped the strap of his bag that lay diagonally across his chest, twisting a little over it. Nevertheless, he smiled a little as she responded to his joke to try to show her that it was simply that. “Eh, no…. Heh…” he shifted uncomfortably and his head moved a little. He had been collared once and it was not so much a leash as a chain… what happens when, passed out after the manic episode of the full moon, you are found by demons. His hands shifted a little, resisting the urge to rub his chest where the marks of their affections were carved. “If not a bell, perhaps you could just… make a sound… or something then, hm?” he suggested, chuckling slightly, “I’m too old for people to be sneaking up on me…” It was both a joke and true – thirty one, most would not consider him old for a human, and yet the wolf was ten, beyond the average for a true wolf and indeed far beyond the average for a werewolf. “Especially people who look like you… No offence,” he smiled, “But the last Drow I met was pleased to be called frightening… so I hope you’ll be likewise complimented…” He tended to babble a bit when nervous.

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Rilynneld
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let the tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... She couldn't help but chuckle at his babbling but she simply nodded his head at her and finally allowed the eyes to slowly and colourfully drift back into their normal shade of that deep and intoxicating ruby red. Taking a few more steps closer to him but still away from the sea, she slipped her hands behind ehr back and into her back pockets, merely showing him she was going to do no harm, the way he spoke of the Drow seemed to make her anger bubble, but she could not really blame him on that front, instead she drew in a deep breath and tried to find words that didn't seem so harsh towards him, she really had thought the remark of the bell was a cat joke towards her, running her tongue over the blood red lips she gave a soft smile and a shift of her jaw with a little popping noise as she moved her teeth back to normal from the cat fangs, she understood she didn't need to be fearful as she looked up at him. "You are far from being old." She chuckled softly, she may have looked late twenties early thirties to him, but in truth she had seen over six thousand years, she was of course Nephillim, many mroe years would see her through. "I would say you are but a child, but your people would not agree. You cannot teach an old cat new tricks, but if we do meet again after this, I'll let you know wher eI am, perhaps your senses would have kicked in better by then to even know I was about." She was chuckling softly, still her mind raced about as she debated on his 'attitude towards the Drow, she was still debating how to answer that and then nodded, more to herself than to him, but like she understood what he had said to her. "No offence taken, yet." There was a graceful shrug of her shoulders. "The last Drow you met more than likely was a worshipper of the Spider Goddess Lloth." There was a bitterness in her voice as she spoke, even though if you looked upon her back to where the corset stopped at the bottom and top, there would be white marks indicating spider legs, underneath would be a black window, covering her back in white ink, and it's little two triagular markings in a brilliant red. Memories of a youth best not spoken of. "I am a follower of the Goddess Eilistraee, we are land dwellers and quite different in respect."

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... Sebastian blinked as her eyes swirled to crimson, his head tipping very slightly toward his right shoulder with curiosity toward the shift. He was not sure if he had indeed offended her or if it was just the normal drow prickliness he saw – that she was here told him she was likely not typical of her kind, but what that meant he did not know. Her smile did not fully ease him, either, for it was hard to interpret it as friendly when painted across black and red. He chuckled a little as she called him a child, but he understood her race was much longer lived and she recognized the relative difference aloud as well. “In a week or two… perhaps…” he nodded in agreement that she would not be able to so easily startle him when his senses started shifting back toward the wolf’s, “But thank you… I appreciate it…” He smiled a bit; surely the typical Drow would not have made so kind an offer… did they not value stealth? The old adage, by the time you see the Drow, you are already dead. His smile waivered a bit as she attached ‘yet’ to her assurance, but he nodded, “I think so, yes… she swore by that goddess, anyway…” Sebastian smiled, though he did not know enough of Drow culture to recognize the kinder goddess she mentioned – he did, however, understand what she meant by ‘land dwellers’ and saw the way she bristled when she mentioned the Spider Queen. His hand flexed on the strap of his bag and then, with some hesitation, he extended it toward her, palm tilted toward the sky. “I’m Ash…” he smiled.

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Rilynneld
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let the tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... She stepped a few paces back from him as she looked to the sea, she could see the tide was coming in and she was not going to get caught in it, yes she was wearing boots, no she did not really mind water, but the cat in her didn't entirely trust the sea, and there was that extra part of her that could not swim. Just a minor little detail. Nodding her head to him in recognition of his thanks to her. "Al'doer... I mean... Welcome." One thing Shyn'tylene understood all too well was that no one in their right mind would ever trust a Drow, and those that did only end up being hurt. Her eyes sadened for a few moments as the words of Kamar raced through her mind. 'Trust is something earned Shyn'tylene'. Those words would never escape her, his voice would always carry them and the anger behind them. Without missing a beat she let her face go blank as she looked at him again and nodded, once more to herself mroe than anything. "Well that is a Drow you cannot trust then. I would not tell you to trust me either, that is your decision." She let that smile return to her lips again, having pushed the awkward memory from her mind or at least back until it was needed once again. Placing her hands to his in a gentle but firs grasp she bowed her head slightly. "Shyn'tylene, or Shyn if you cannot get your tongue around the name. Pleasure to meet you Ash. What brings you here to these lands if I might ask?"

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... He closed his hand around the delicate black, the rough flesh of long hours of many different labors pressed into hers a moment and he smiled. “Shin’tilleen.. aye?” his smile acknowledged the bit of trouble his Scottish born tongue had, “Shyn it is…” he chuckled lightly. “And ‘tis nice to meet you, too…” he slowly withdrew his hand and wrapped it again around the strap of his bag near his heart. “Oh, the usual… kidnap…” he teased and his hand loosed from the strap almost immediately to reach up and brush the hair off his forehead where it was teasing his eyes, just long enough to pass his eyebrows. And yet when he tucked the graying brown locks behind his ears, the left of which had been half removed by teeth, it started slipping back almost immediately, too short to stay. “Some sidhe and the little blue thing, Tiril, led me through the hedge with an elf when I was leaving Gryphon Woods to… change…” She already knew what he was, but it went against muscle memory to speak of it allowed. “The queen is, I guess, trying to see as many people who had contact with Ardhel as she can…” His smile first remembered the sweet twiggy fae, and then his expression darkened with a shadow of the wolf, an echo of the anger his wolf-drugged body had expressed when first told what had happened to her. It cleared almost immediately as his alter ego had little to no sway now under the sliver of a moon, though the amber spikes through his eyes attested to the lingering effects of its recent take over.

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Rilynneld
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let the tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... She chuckled softly and nodded her head with a smile, at least he hadn't butchered her name, and had given it the best pronounciation he could, she smield at it, that was a good sign. "Siyo, your accent give it something extra." She let the tingle of his hand run over that midnight obsidian hand of hers, looking down at his hand she knew the tingle was from the Wolf in him, perhaps he would not know it yet, but he would leave that tingl with everyone who is sensitive enough to it. "Well, don't we all jsut love being kidnapped to this place, it seems to be a re-occuiring circumstance at the moment. Tiril you say, I id wonder where the little bug had gone too when he told me he had to leave Airdrid for an important mission. I guess you were it. Alas I have not seen tiril since he left me there." She frowned softly. "Ardhel?" She scratched the back of her neck and brough the strands of silver hair worwards and over her shoulders, letting the wind tickle along her upped back and neck. "I..." there was something about the name, then Shyn'tylene had only met Ardhe once and she'd given that memory already to Maedb, and so, she had in theory lost it." Shyn gasped softly, her mouth open and she felt his anger wash over her, she seemd to like it, but couldn't really help her reaction to it. "No, I cannot think on the name, everything is fuzzy where a memory should be, empty and vacant." She gave a low growl, very cat like and it was aimed at herself, the anger she felt at loosing the memory even though it had been her choice.

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... He chuckled at the comment on his accent, which was not so strong as it might have been years ago for years of traveling had thinned it, but still obvious. And he smiled at the answer to his kidnap comment, for truly he felt fortunate to have been taken: it was a beautiful place and the magic of Annwfn had made the transformation easier on him, though due to his age that was probably not evident in the effects he now bore. Shrugging a little he said, “I don’t know…. It seemed to be they were after the elf and I was a lucky coincidence for I was nearby…” he chuckled lightly. His brow furrowed with question as he watched her reaction to the name of The Dream. “I don’t understand…” he shook his head slightly, his eyes not moving from her petite form, “You’ve lost a memory?” The concept seemed quite bizarre to him.

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Rilynneld
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let the tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... She was still trying to wrap her brain about it, her hands had slipped to her forehead and were now pressed against her temples, she was giivng herself a headache. At least it was herself this time and not anyone else, suddenly she knew how others felt, and there might have been the itsy bitsyist tiny bit of guilt, just a smidgen mind you. Turning round she sighed and looked at him. "I need to sit down." She turned her back to him fully and and walked over to where her bag was lay on the grass verge, sitting herself down next to the bag and watching as a small kitten clambered out of it and curled itself in her lap, letting her ran a hand over that ginger striped fur. "Well, you're probably in a better place for following the Elf through, at least the Fae here will take good care of you." She looked down at the kitten and smiled. "Wouldn't you agree Zha'linth." The purr of the kittne answered her question as it seemed to look towards Ash, it also sensing the Wolf in him, but feeling safe with Shyn'tylene. "Not so much as lost rather than given away, all the same. I do not remember it, obviously this Ardhel was part of it." She slammed ehr fist into the sand and growled again, her burst of anger rushing out in a wave of heat. She began to draw in a deep breath, calming herself as she clsoed her eyes, hands pressed to her temples again. "I am sorry. I have a short fuse at times." Alright, a lot, but she wasn't telling him that.

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... Blinking twice, his expression showed concern as she held her head – she was a woman now, to him, not a Drow… a woman who happened to be really short and elfin, black skinned and red eyed, but just a woman, a person like any other. His gaze followed her as she retreated to where she had been sitting and he hesitated for a long moment before slowly edging up the beach to follow her, stooping first to retrieve the piece of driftwood he had dropped, though he kept a respectful distance. Wolf-tinted eyes shifted to the kitten as it emerged, but he showed a smile toward the creature. “They have…” he answered with an affirmative nod and a small smile. Something of what Maedb had said to him echoed as she spoke of giving the memory away and he nodded a little, “That is what you gave the queen…?” it was only half question, the other half conclusion. She had told him he would give something, too, but he had not yet… or rather, he did not realize he had for the queen had been pleased to take the blood of the stag he killed while transformed but he did not understand that she had. Ducking his head, he pulled the strap of his bag up and over and slipped it off his shoulder, lowering it to the ground several feet away from her. Obviously, her show of temper did not bother him as perhaps it should have if he still saw her for what she looked like. “I know what that’s like…” he smiled as he settled to the ground, glad to sit down for his body was still weakened and betrayed him with a soft grunting sigh. His gaze drifted to the kitten and though he knew it might be able to smell the wolf on him, he tentatively extended his hand, palm up, toward the creature.

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Rilynneld
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let the tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... She was still drawing deep breaths as she watched him sit, her lips moving as she counted though no words came from her lips and it was hard to tellw hat she was saying as she counted in her own language, at least her aura was calming down. Nearly giving him a sarcastic answer she bit her tongue. "Yes it is what I gave her, though not quite just pulling the memory out." She sighed softly, remembering Ani and how he had held the glass bottle for her while she spilled her blood into it. "His name is Zha'linth." She smield softly as she watched the cat move towards the hand, look back at Shyn'tylene as if to ask it were alright, it was a little edy with the scent of the Wolf, but he slipped effortlessly from her lap and moved in the sand towards Ash, stretching his littl neck forwards to sniff his hands before he nuzzled it, marking his scent on the hand with his chin and a soft purr. "He found me here while I slept one night, he had the choice of leaving me, but he goes where I go now, unless I decide it is safer for him at Kamar's Manor." She leaned forwards and gave the back of his neck a scratch. "I named him Zha'linth so that I would always remember the missing memory and know it was done for the greater good. Zha'linth is Drow for Memory." She reached into her bag and removed a small brown water bottle and held it towards him. "Care for a drink?"

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... Sebastian had no idea how a memory was given and would never even have thought that it could be given before coming to this place of strange and abstract happenings, nor perhaps even before she had showed him it was possible. His gaze lifted to look at her while she spoke and then dropped again when she told him the name of the cat. “Za’linn… linn’t’th?” he tried to copy what she said, but tripped over the last syllable and gave an apologetic smile, “Can I call you Zhal?” he asked the cat. Holding still while the cat edged closer and investigated him, his expression fell into a smile as he seemed to accept him. Moving tentatively, he curled his fingers to scratch gently behind the kitten’s head and the motion became surer as the cat purred. He glanced up as her hand brushed closed to his, the ebony standing out particularly against his skin tone and the cat’s fur. A soft smile flowed over his expression as she explained the meaning of the cat’s name, scratching his ears. “Oh,” he looked up from the furball and nodded, moving his hand from the cat to take the canteen, “Thank you…” He opened the bottle and sniffed the contents, then shifted his eyes toward her with a sheepish expression – he knew about the drow fondness for poisons and knew some of them could get through his werewolf resistance. Tipping his head back slightly, he took a drink and then released a breath content for the feeling of the cool liquid over his throat. Putting the cap back on loosely, just so as to keep it with the bottle, he passed it back to her with a smile. “How long have you been here, then? Or have you come and gone since Tiril took you?” he asked with interest. There was a great nagging feeling the back of his head for the length of time he had been here, that he should go home and see if his mate fared well… but the queen had hinted that she wanted to see him again, so he had not yet asked about getting back.

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Rilynneld
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let the tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... She watched Zha'linth, taking her hand from him as the kitten moved closer and lay himself down in the sand, sniffing the sand and then sneezing. That mad eShyn laugh, she couldn't help but not. Holding the bottle in her hand again she took a sip from it herself and then put it to one side as she screwed the lid on. "Do not worry, I would not try to poison you, I prefer a blade, arrow or claws to poisoning someone. It just doesn't have the same effect and gets rather boreing." What she really meant was, that there was no blood and what blood there was wasn't good to drink becasue it had poison within it. "It'll be easier to call him Zhal." she gave a slight chuckle. "Just remember to keep the 'L' on the end of it though, for Xsa, spelt differently but pronounced the same is the Drow word for Damn." sighing softly she brought her knees back up close to her body as she sat there, it was an insure position to sit in, but she was mroe than content and she felt safe, she had her weapons on her anyway, but she felt safe enough to sit comfortably. "i have been and gone since then. Tiril tricked me by mixing Fae wine and Drow wine, pulled me through the hedge then. I met with Maedb, I gave the memory then Tiril and I left together, he got us lost though, we ended up in Violet Starr, then moved to Kaeltwn where we originally had aimed for, finally I returned us to Airdrid within Trieal, then Tiril left me there and I've traveled either on my own since or with Zha'linth. I only came back recently after I spoke with Maedb elsewhere. I had a story to tell her that I had promised her."

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... Sebastian smiled at the kitten’s adorable sneeze and then lifted his gaze to Shyn again. He echoed the previous sheepish smile as she assured him he need not worry and then added, “Cowardly, too…. In my opinion…” he smiled a bit, for indeed it seemed without honor to kill without ever looking your enemy in the eyes or feel his dying breath so that the weight of your actions soaked into your soul. A laugh emitted from his throat as she explained why he needed to be careful about his pronunciation of the cat’s nickname. “I’ll remember that,” he assured her with a nod. His eyebrows lifted as she explained how Tiril had captured her, some amusement on his face for he well knew the fabled power of fae drinks. Chuckling, he made a mental note not to let Tiril be the one to guide him back. It surprised him a little to think of Maedb outside of Annwfn, but then again, he supposed, she could go where ever she wanted just as her daughter had. “What story? If I may ask…” He loved stories and was interested in what this atypical drow could have to share with the faerie queen.

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Rilynneld
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let the tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... There was no mistaking that she was actually laughing now, even releasing her legs nodding in agreement to him. "Siyo, very cowardly, but my sister would not agree for the times she tried such on me." She din't seem to care what she said, it was typical in Drow society that the youngest daughter would try to kill the eldest to make their place as a priestess tot he Spider Goddess. Fortunately for her sister Shyn wasn't interested in ebign a priestess and fled the Underdark, unfrotunately her sister could not be apriestess with Shyn still alive. It was a no win situation. "Then again it is easier and quicker if you don't want to be tracked by the scent of blood." Even Shyn'tylene had trouble adapting to Maedb having been out of Annwfn, but that was the beauty of it, that made her story so much more to treasure, por rather treasure to herself. "I..." She wet her lips and sank snow white teeth into ehr lower lip, slightly embaressed by what she was about to say. "Would you believe a story of love, hatred, betrayal, heartache and confusion?" She turned her eyes from him and looked to the sea. "A story of a Drow who fel in love with a Demon over six thousand years ago, to later fall in love with his Angelic twin brother and then be confused by others entering her life?" A little hard to believe, but she smield. "A Drow's tormented heart."

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... He smiled a bit at the careless way she mentioned assassination attempts by her sister: it seemed awful to him, but he knew it was the way of that culture. To Sebastian it seemed that was the very essence of cowardice – doing a deed anonymously. But again, he understood Drow culture had different rules and goals. His head tipped a little with curiosity as she hesitated to share with him, but smiled as she consented to do so. Lowering his gaze to the kitten, he reached – slowly so that he did not startle him – to rub his belly gently, hoping to put Shyn more at ease by not staring at her so directly. “Sounds fascinating,” he joked, flashing a smile up at her and then dropping his gaze back to the kitten. “Six thousand years….” he repeated with an amazed tone, “No wonder you think me a child….” He laughed and shook his head a little: immortality had never appealed to him… not until now when his life was so noticeably slipping away at the same time that he had finally gained a life worth living. Still, thousands of years seemed a bit much… he really just wanted a few more to love his mate. “That part I think I have more trouble believing than your love story…” he smiled.

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Rilynneld
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let the tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Laughing again softly and lowering her head, looking down to Zha'linth who had rolled onto his back to enjoy the tummy tickle from Ash, purring away it did relax Shyn, she didn't touch the kittne though, just looked a thim, how his eyes closed and his little paws seemed to bat to try and get the moving fingers, yet no claws were used as she played with the hand tickling him. "Perhaps one day you might hear the stroy for yourself, but it of course is a long one." Sighing softly as she stretched her legs out, moving gracefully she knelt on all fours and crawled towards him, those ruby red eyes fixed to him and she dropped the mask that covered her face, still keeping a distance. "Look into my eyes, tell me what you see." She was showing him everything, so many emotions welled inside of them and finally, at the bottom of it all was age, the eyes were tired and weary, as if they almost asked for the end of her time but not asking at the same time, knowledge and history ran through them before she allowed herself to blink and back away, hiding once again behind that mask of youth. "I have more trouble believeing the love story than the age." Shaking her head and frowning at him. "Had did you know the story was of me and not just a Drow love story, any Drow would be embaressed to tell they spoke of a love story. Let alone their own."

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... “When ever you consent to tell it,” he answered, expressing both interest and patience simultaneously, glancing up at her and then returning his smile to the kitten as he continued to pet and play with him. His brown and yellow eyes lifted as he caught the movement toward him and blinked a little, surprised by the feline movement. Eyebrows lifting slightly to her words, his hand paused and he settled his eyes to hers, it taking a moment to properly lock gazes as the wolf in him recognized direct eye contact –especially from a dark creature on all fours- as an aggressive gesture. The brilliant red hue was hard to see past, but he eventually sank into the well of life she showed him. “I see you…” he smiled slightly, almost sympathetically. He lifted his shoulders slightly and let them fall when she asked the question and directed his attention back to the kitten, resuming rubbing the furry belly. “Well… for one… I doubt the queen would care about Drow folklore…. She is much more interested in personal tales…” Too, he doubted such a thing would be featured in the notoriously xenophobic and race-proud Drow’s literature. He shrugged slightly again, “That… and you spoke from your heart… not your head…”

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Rilynneld
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let the tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... It had been the first time she'd ever locked eyes with a werewolf, soemthing in her had made her shudder, then again she was a cat, and she let that look of sympathy on his face pass her by, it was as if she hadn't seen his expression. "That was all the truth I have behind my past, our eyes hold everything more than the mind and body can tell." Again she was brought to the laughter that had surrounded them both, curling her legs up as she sat and leaning on one hand. Nodding her head. "Siyo, I never thought of that, but until now Maedb had just been a person in fairy tales. To know her truely." Shyn'tylene shook her head. "My children will be hearing stories of her until I have granchildren from them." She frowned at that and it dawned on her, even at her age now, she had no grandchildren, both her elder sons were deceased and the twins were way too young. Her eyes cast down again as she began to trace symbols in the sand with her finger nail. "Perhaps one day I will stop speaking from the heart and giving myself away. I never use too." She knew she would one day tell him the story, but not today, not now, soon enough though. "Do you have a story to tell Queen Maedb? For surely Tiril would have taken you back by now."

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... “I did not doubt you,” he smiled slightly as he assured her, “It is just a hard fact to fathom…” He glanced at her as she settled there before him and smiled with a soft chuckle as she spoke of Maedb. Truthfully, he did not know that much of her, either, having only met her twice, but of what he said he was sure… though he did not know why he was certain of it. She was a mystery of a creature and yet he was connected to her in ways he did not understand. His smile showed some distance: children were something he would never have. It was an aspect of the family life he had always wished he had while drifting through life and country these passed ten years. The love of his mate now was enough nor would he ever wish a child into their relationship even if it were possible for a werewolf to maintain a pregnancy for the child would likely loose both parents before long. His eyes drifted down to watch what she was tracing in the sand: he could not read or write, only recognize some combinations of English letters and numbers… but he was pretty sure she wasn’t scribbling in English even. He chuckled lightly, the sound trapped in his throat behind closed lips. “Don’t…” he said with a slight shake of the head, “It’s no good to be so distant and cold… “ He smiled then and shrugged, “I don’t know…. She appeared just after I changed back…” His hesitation was for the awkwardness of that moment… Naked and disoriented, trying to speak to a queen. “Told me it would be an honor if I was a guest in the castle garden…” he looked a little bewildered by that, having no idea what in him the queen had apparently liked. “And that she’d see me later…” He combed the locks of his hair off his forehead again and tucked them futilely behind his ears, then rubbed the back of his neck, fingers lingering on the nasty scar of claws or teeth – it was distorted for he was a different shape now than when he had received it – that ravaged the flesh at the base of his neck, right side, usually half hidden by the collar of his shirt… certainly it was a near kill, whatever it was. Shrugging again, he dropped his hand to his lap, “I haven’t seen her again, yet…”

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Rilynneld
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let the tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... She stopped what she was doing, the symbols had been a mixture of Elven and Draconic, she thought he had been saying 'Don't' to what she was writing, not that it made any sense as she looked over it, it was jsut symbolds, runes marked in the sand and she moved her hand over it, wiping them away. Then she realsied what he was saying and nodded. "I use to be that way. It was so easy to be distant from people, cold to their emotions. I could do so much and it never bothered me in the slightest, say things that people jsut expected from a Drow." Shrugging her shoulders. "Then the curse and the emotions that the curse brought with it. It was so over-whelming, made me sick to my stomach. I know how to find that place though, I know where it is inside of me, it is jsut, this place, this land, it changes who I am, it brings those emotions out of me again, bubbles them upto the surface." She stoppedbecasue she'd mainly be telling ehrself that, like a thought opened upto him, she lay down on the grass away from the sand and watched as Zha'linth rolled over and moved to join her, curling into her. "Eventually once your body has adapted to its new host you will not care who stands before you after the change. That is of course if you are anything like most Lycanthropes. You should got here, perhaps then soon Maedb will find you in there, then you will know, perhaps the Wolf in you does interest her so."

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... He looked a little surprised when she mentioned a curse and he leaned a little closer in a subconscious expression of interest for she seemed to be describing a curse opposite to the one he suffered in a way. His eyes flicked away to watch the kitten go to his friend and cuddle up with her, then he focused again on her face. Sebastian blinked as she spoke then of him and laughed because she seemed to have the mistaken impression that he was newly bitten. “Look at me, Shyn…” he said, shaking his head slightly and then keeping it still so that she could see his somewhat sickly looking face. Again, he brushed the gray streaked hair out of his face and traced some of the premature creases on his forehead for her, “Do I look like pup?” He chuckled again, though there was a certain dark air to the thought of being so much the opposite, “I’m over ten years old…” Obviously, he was counting from when he was bitten, not his actual years lived. “And I care very much to be as far away from people as I can before the moon turns full…” he said with conviction, subconsciously rubbing his chest a little as though to touch the wolf sleeping inside. “I’m sure the wolf does interest her… but I don’t know what she wants of it…” he said more quietly. “I’ll go back in a little bit….” he added, meaning when he could muster the energy to try to find his way back.

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Rilynneld
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let the tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... She did look at him, she let her eyes fall to him the way he had looked to her when she had asked him the same thing. How could she not refuse "No you do not. I just never looked at you closely enough before. I guess we both do well at hiding our age." She gave him a warm smile and cradled Zha'linth to her, she knew he was interested in the curse, yes it was slightly different to his, but she would let that ride out for now as she sat herself up and looked back to the woods. "Come, I do not know how high the tide will rise and I'd prefer to be in the safety of the woodland sif you have no objections?" She stood, slipping her bag over her shoulders and grabbing her bottle. "I will not say I understand that as my change is not done by luna phase, I am not were or lycan in that respect, or shapeshifter either. But I know it is not safe for you to be around people when you change. I meant that if people found you and wer around you once you had shifted back to Human form." Giving him a smile as she moved away a little, wodnering if he'd follow. "I do not know if she herself knows what she wants, she is but a mystery in that respect. You will know when the times comes of it."

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... Sebastian laughed, not sure whether she was being needlessly polite or really saw him differently than most, for the lines of his face and the grey in his hair made him look near fifty, much older than he was. “Should come to about there…” he gestured a line along the beach where debris seemed to have collected and the sand had a slightly different texture than that mingled with the dirt and grass on which they were sitting, “But as you wish, kitty-cat…” A funny look crossed his face as it seemed to occur to him that his playful tease might be accurate given the other clues he had of her, not least of all including the one he had not consciously perceived. He broke the moment of contemplation with a smile and pulled himself to his feet with a groan of protest he tried to muffle for if she thought him young, why should he harm the illusion with the creaks of his aging body. Picking up his bag, he slung it over his head and shoulder again and then slipped the piece of driftwood he had collected into it. He nodded a little to confirm what she said about it not being safe for him to be around people when transformed. “No… I think that’ll always be awkward…” he shook his head a little with a chuckle. Truly, he had grown accustomed to wandering around naked searching for where he had left his clothes… it was the weakness, the vulnerability of that state that he really resented others seeing, not least of all because of the number of times those who had found him were hostile to some degree. “Maybe…” he chuckled as he moved to follow her at a respectful distance, “I don’t know… The mystery of her does not decrease when she talks…” He turned his head from watching where he was putting his feet to look at her, “What is your change, then?” he asked curiously for she had listed what it was not.

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Rilynneld
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let the tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... She didn't trust tide lines, not after a full moon set, high tide usually came higher, the tides worked on a lunar phase and she was not taking the chance of becomign a wet cat while she tried to rest. She looked back at him as he called her kitty-cat and laughed, then stopped at the look on his face, she purred softly and let him hear it, even as she spoke. "You did not know I was of the cat veriety when you suggested a bell to me?" Chuckling as she continued to walk on into the woodlands. "In that case then you have to stop thinking of your modesty, take a Drow perspective on it, we were given the bodies to be looked at and seen, not hidden behind folds of cloth like the humans... do" She winced as she realised what she'd said, turning back to him with what appeared to be an innocent smiel, yet she knew she could not pull it off. "Sorry. I never always think before I speak." She was sorry, she couldn't help it all, and she didn't travel that far into the forest before she found a nice green area to sit down at, it was far enough from the water for her liking. "It doesn't leave much for me to be does it." Sighing softly as she sat rested against a tree. "I can move my body into the form of a pure black panther, none of these leopard spotted panthers either. Then again I'm Drow my natural skin tone probably has something to do with that. The panther is my soul, it is more a pat of me that the beast in a lycanthrope. It's been ther esince the day I was born. I am the panther and the Panther is Drow." She shrugged her shoulders.

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Seashore of Tír Na nÓg ==--
~ Is on the Seashore or in the water around The Land of Young ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... He shook his head to the question of a bell, though it was possible he had a subconscious inkling from the pulse she sent him, and admitted, “No… I… my senses are dull right after the full moon…” he explained or rather gave an excuse for his ignorance. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he walked nearly abreast with her, though with enough space that sometimes he changed course to let a tree come between them. Oftentimes clumsy at this time in the moon cycle, he watched the ground to be sure no root grabbed him. He smiled to what she said, showing he found no fault in that, “No, that’s all right…. And by all means, you should feel the freedom to frolic naked for me…” he smirked. Absolutely loyal to his mate, that did not mean he had lost his less-than-proper sense of humor, nor that he did not appreciate other naked bodies… even little, black elfin ones. Having spent his life on the island of Brittan, he did not really know what a panther was, but he understood she meant a cat bigger than those for controlling the rodent population like Zhal. He looked intrigued by the concept nevertheless, having never met someone who transformed to a cat. “I would like to see that… sometime….” He smiled, “You’re right, though… I should head back to the castle…. In case the queen wants me… or something…” he shrugged a little bit. “It was nice speaking with you…” he inclined his head a little, “I hope to meet you again….” And after parting words from her, he headed back through the forest, following the light of Nocture’s star to find his way.

[jaydedeyes]

. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to ALL:.... A thick, wizened willow loomed over the edge of the garden pond, leaves like a curtain draping into the crystal water. Large roots arched out of the earth, some diving into the water and some sinking again into the soil. It was among these that Sebastian sat with his back against the trunk and one knee raised. A single root separated him from the water, though the mossy ground was dry beneath him and he rested his elbow on this. He was caving the piece of driftwood he had collected from the beach, scraping a small knife along the surface of the soft wood. His bag sat nestled in neighboring roots, his cloak folded over it. Sleeves of his white shirt rolled up, he seemed engrossed in his work except that occasionally he would lift his head and let his eyes roam the glade – sometimes because he heard something, sometimes for no apparent reason. Spindles of yellow still streaked his eyes, but they had faded to barely noticeable now.

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Blackthorn
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.:It is better to die on your feet than live on your knees:.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... She had returned back to Annwfn again, it had been a few days since she'd been there and she was wondering about on her own now, thick black paws pressed intot he ground as she moved along, the sun making that black fur shimmer and shine, it was definately a healthy looking coat. She was moving along silently though, sniffing the ground at times as she seemed to be following a track, someone's scent perhaps? Curling her way gracefully about the trees she stopped, something caught her eyes, it was an odd sound, one she'd not heard in a long time, like knife on wood, but it was old wood, canting her head to one side those greeny yellow eyes seemed to gaze about. She had slipped intot he garden, noticing the bright light above the pond. Maedb had bid her welcome to the castle and so she was taking it upon herself to visit. More out of politeness. She was alone this time, Zha'linth had been left at the Manor. Suddenly she came to a standstill again and looked to the man at the tree, sitting herself down, pressing on her hinds as she sat eligantly looking towards him. Giving a shake of her neck she let a bell jingle that was fastened to a silver collar enlayed with sapphires. If he remembered her he'd probably get the joke.

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... Sebastian looked up, turning his head toward the sound… and burst out laughing after the fraction of a second it took for him to realize at what he was looking. Shifting, he drew in his legs, folding them, and straightened up a little bit as he lowered the wood and knife into his lap. “Shyn?” he asked, just to be sure there was not another large black cat roaming around who happened to announce itself with a bell. Chuckling with a smile, he motioned to invite her closer. “It’s good to see you again…” he nodded slightly to emphasize his words, “And thank you…” he gestured toward his own neck, “You didn’t wear that just for me, did you?” It obviously did not bother him to talk to an animal – he would never request she change forms just for the ease of communication, he would just try to limit his questions to things she could answer.

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Blackthorn
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.:It is better to die on your feet than live on your knees:.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... She began to move towards him at his motion to join him, standing and moving paw before paw as she swayed in her walk before she sat herself down in front of him. Looking to him and then the knife and wood she tried to see what he was doing as she brought her tail to curl about her before laying down, but still raised to look at him. Her voice poured out in a purr, gentle and soothing. He would not have to narrow it to yes and no answers. "Would hurt my feelings if I knew you knew of another Panther that can get itself here." She chuckled softly. "And you as well Ash. I hope you are well. I thought I would drop in while I've been busy for a few days. "Not that perhaps he would have noticed the time changeing. To his gesture she gave another shake of her head so that the bell kingled a little bit. "I thought it might be a suprise if I were to see you again here. I was clearing through some things back home and came accross the bell, it was too tempting not too, and it looked nice attached to this old choker of mine."

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High Crown of Annwfn
Maeḋḃ
High Queen of Fa'ae
Auberons's MoonDrop | Ardhel's Song
Annwfn | CC

--== The Garden (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is in the Gardens around the Palace, enjoying the beauty of nature ~

: says to ALL:.... *Creature moved about, a vibration echo through the garden when pawns was touching the grass and moss. Someone was seated in the far end of the garden, where a pond was. That was almost as its own little garden within the greater. Maedb was standing at the entry of the garden, the gate was made of ash-tree, bind by what humans might call cannabis sativa. But one of the gate-doors was bit withering, not that a human eye would see that.. not right away, one with the 'sight' might see through the glamoure that made it looks so perfect.. the castle behind was not like that white and shining one might think, cracks in the wall. Where the creeper had grown into our out, it was hard to tell and down or up along the walls. Its thorns was like claws holding tight and dug into the stone. Along the cobbles on the courtyard, roots stuck up and dived down in between, creeper roots had grown and was here and there laying like dark greenish, brown snakes.

The figure stood still and looked up at the entry of the garden, watching the thick wall of the hedge.. this was not The Hedge, but of course there was thorns, and of course this was like fingers and twigs of The Hedge. The vanish of the MoonDrop was takin its toll now, for how long had it been gone? weeks, months years? Non really knowed by now, but did that matter.. no. On top of that the Dream was gone too, Maedb had once spoken to the sister, the Lady of the Lake. The fa'ae of water and liquid, this day was to come but why now, yet had not the new way turned all monkeys back against the Old Ways. Maedb looked about again, watching the vibrations, the colours and could taste voices of two. The Mist rolled out from the maze, raise from the ground in the garden, near the castle around the feets of Maedb. When the creature took its first steps into the garden, passing the gate.. its doors was almost not moving, it probly just looked like the wind played with it. Faces blurry vibrated in the Mist as the fa'ae glance out over the garden, watching, listen, tasting what was going on in the end of the garden where the pond was.

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... His brows rose in surprise as she spoke, her voice the essence of the one he knew but, interestingly, it seemed more docile despite being a very large cat. The surprise dissolved into a smile, “No, you’re the only panther I know at all…” Eyes sliding over her form, he marveled at it for he had never seen any feline bigger than a domestic cat. No, indeed, he had not realized days had passed and looked a little surprised at that information, too. He could not remember even if he had slept more than once since he saw her and even when he did, he never knew for how long. “I am well,” he responded; disorienting passage of time aside, it would have been hard not to be embraced in faerie. His age slowed his recovery, but perhaps it was drinking from the pond… or eating the fruits of Tir Na nOg, or even just having had an easier time under the full moon… but he thought he was doing better than he would have otherwise. He chuckled, “May I see?” he lifted his hand and reached slowly toward her neck, allowing her to refuse him, before he would touch the collar, brushing her fur a little so that he could better see it. “It’s beautiful…” he commented, brushing a finger over the silverwork, seemingly more interested in that than the gems.

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Blackthorn
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let your tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Looking up at Ash, allowing him to touch the choker, raising her neck for him to do so. "By all means." she felt another presence near by and she was going on guard a little now, closing her eyes and breathing softly she sat herself up, slowly her fur would begin to shorted, sliding into her body, forming into skin and clothing. She was wearing a white shirt, white suede trousers and black suede boots, her sword was at her left side and a dagger in her right boot, bones clicked and popped back into place and as she shook her head so the long main of silver fell about her shoulders and back, hanging loosely in gentle waves. Ruby reds glanced upto him as she knelt ther eon hands and knees, giving him a smile as her feline fangs sank into normal teeth, the jingling of the bell hanging from the choker she still wore, another necklace appearing too, this one was on a mithril chain and held a snowflake upon it. "I believe that we might have company here in the garden as well." Her hands moved to the back of her neck and she uncasped the chker, holding it towards Ash so that he could inspect it away from her neck. It was solid silver, twisted to perfection in a continuous Elven design, small leaves and flowers twisted about the metal, not marking s of where metal began and ended to join together, in each flower was set a small sapphire, 9 were on the choker altogether. "A gift from my son many years ago." Of course there would be a link in the lops of the bell so that she could remove it, but the bell was also silver, and clearly it was a Fae bell as well.

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... Sebastian, senses still dulled to near human acuity, had not noticed what Shyn did, but her alarm was more than evident to him. Withdrawing his hand, he asked, “What is it…?” and looked around to try to find whatever disturbance had caused her tension. When he turned his gaze back to her, she was changing forms and he blinked a little, looking away again to be polite for, when he morphed, clothes were not included. He looked back when she spoke and was startled to find she was fully dressed and even outfitted with weaponry. “Oh, aye?” he uttered to her statement of potential company and glanced around again, though he picked up no signs. Taking the silver choker from her, he smiled and turned it in his hands, inspecting the craftsmanship. “A rich gift…” he commented, eyes still on the choker: he meant both meanings – monetary and heart value. His fingertip brushed the petals and leaves, “These are hard to do…” he chuckled, “Only ever made one piece of silver…. And it took me six or seven tries…” he laughed, “Was simpler than this…” He rotated the choker and peered at the inside, “This is cleaner, too… But then again, I was raised by a blacksmith, not a jeweler… Don’t often make such fine things of iron…” he chuckled, “And I never got much practice after my friend got me into guard training, anyway…” He flicked the bell lightly and then handed it back to her with a smile, “Thanks.”

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High Crown of Annwfn
Maeḋḃ
High Queen of Fa'ae
Auberons's MoonDrop | Ardhel's Song
Annwfn | CC

--== The Garden (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is in the Gardens around the Palace, enjoying the beauty of nature ~

: says to ALL:.... *The Mist curled and danced around Maedb's feet, more like as if it was part of the fa'ae. Others was blurry still like ghosts they moved, oh mm not like ghost but ghost. Annwfn, Otherworld, Underworld, and many names this place had. For some this did mean the world of the dead.. perhaps the fa'ae was such spirits, free from flesh.. dead ancestors, perhaps they were the fallen angels the new way spoked about or perhaps they were the personification of the nature as thus of the Old Ways said. Did anyone really really know? If so it would be the fa'ae, but really did they speak.. of course not, they just were fa'ae. THe breeze played and swirled up the Mist, as it raise in the garden, in the maze out on the courtyard and such. The ghostly figures was gone, for a moment to appear somewhere else in the Mist. Perhaps Maedb was part of it too by now, just a ghostly figure moving through the land, through nature like a echo of what once was, or could been through out the whole world. A dead echo of life, a whisper of the eldrich world. A hand reaching or was it just a wisp of misty twigs. A chilling touch brushed the tree, sweeped the grass and moss on the ground. The Queen continued to move through the garden, the entourage sweeping along.. not a single sound, but the breeze, not a single grasstraw bent, but mist swirl around them*

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Blackthorn
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let your tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Watching his startled face she looked down at herself, a little confused before it finally clicked on why he had looked away and she chuckled softly. "I am neither were nor lycan nor shape shifter, the panther and I are one so when we change, we do not loose, fur replaces the clothing or clothing the fur, the weapons become part of my clothing attached to me, so the set in as well. I can choose to have them show, but it looks wrong with a panther and a sword." Chuckling softly, still slightly on alert over the presence in the garden as she accepted the necklace back, her fingers worked to removed the bell which she slipepd within her pocket before she finally slipped the choker back about her neck. "Venger and Preme were like that with gifts." Laughing softly as he spoke of his trials with jewelery. "I hav never tried to make jewelery, this choker was made by Elven craftsman, they have had too long a time to practice working with such techniques. Do not doubt yourself, as a blacksmith, you help with war, help those with weapons who need them, it is mroe of a gift that being handy making jewelery. I prefer a good weapon over jewelery anyday. I would not give up my weapons for the world." She watched the gentle mist on the grounds, not seeming to be bothered by it, somehow she seemed a little more relaxed as she sat there, now having moved so that she was sat on her bum, legs outstretched and her hands pressed into the ground just behind her, legs crossed at the ankles as she glanced about the area. "whoever is here, they mean no harm or threat."

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... Sebastian nodded, appreciating the explanation and chuckled a bit at the invoked image of an armed panther. He smiled as she praised the blacksmith, “Aye… was my job to sharpen swords, do minor repairs on armor… help fit the horseshoes and bits and stuff, too… but the other stuff was more interesting, though for the most I just worked the bellows and cleaned out the soot… Hence, Ash…” he gestured to himself, chuckling. “Was more fun to use the stuff than make it, though…” he smiled and then twisted to see at what she was looking. “I should think so…” he smiled, looking back at her more relaxed posture, “Can’t imagine the other sort lasts long here… And Darkle told me malice is eaten up by the Hedge… or such people are crazy-made by it… something like that…” He shrugged a little: he felt more relaxed here than he had just about anywhere else not least of all because worry about meeting adversaries had virtually vanished.

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Blackthorn
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let your tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Laughing softly. "I do feel more relaxed here, more secure. I guess the hedge does take away some things in a person. I know I'm a more friendlier person when I am here." Turning to look back to him again, smiling at the mention of how he got his name and nodding. "So Ash isn't your real name then?" She wasn't prying for his real name, some people didn't give their names, it was just one of those things realier if people did or did not. "i guess it couldn't make me mroe crazy than I already am, some might like the effect of how it softens me, others would be disgusted by it, but that is how life is." She thought then, wondered how the stranger, her Key would feel if he could see how soft she grew here, but then he had looked right into ehr heart and knew things she refused to admit to herself, shaking her head and knocking the memory away she looked towards the pond and the light shining clearly above it. "If I ever need a sword or dagger sharpened, I know where to go then. Is not a job I enjoy about having weapons, but it does need to be done. spend more time cleaning than using."

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High Crown of Annwfn
Maeḋḃ
High Queen of Fa'ae
Auberons's MoonDrop | Ardhel's Song
Annwfn | CC

--== The Garden (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is in the Gardens around the Palace, enjoying the beauty of nature ~

: says to ALL:.... *The mist was trickling like water streams down the garden, down through the passage into where the pond was. Up on the surface of the clear, cold water mist was gathering. The mist within the garden and where the pond was grow, raised. Now and then ghostly faces would be seen, watching the two seated on the ground. Perhaps its was the dead ancestors, perhaps it was fa'ae.. probly it was. But the tales told about so many different things, depending on whos tale, where from and of course when. But it was fa'ae creature indeed it was, pale faces blurry in the mist. If one moved the hand it would just be pushed through like if there was nothing there, but the mist. Maedb was of course part of it too, just moving closer to the gateway into where the pond was. Silently .. not a sound was vibrating, but a moist chilling feeling. The creatures of the Mist was silent, not a word the eye was hollow, perhaps they spoked between themself, perhaps not. If so non would hear their songs. Time did exist but it was just now and here.. A small creature rushed through the air, a bot more solid than the Mist, but still pale as the mist itself. it seem to land or at least past through the leafs that danced in a tree nearby, the leafs and twigs that created a wall of creeper and curled leaving a passage through, like a gate from one side of the great garden into where the pond was*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... He smiled as she responded to the pacifying effects of Annwfn; he was a naturally friendly person whose mind was periodically twisted to be otherwise, so it was hard to judge a single experience… but he thought the same was true. “Sebastian,” he answered with a slight emphasis on the middle syllable to point out his nickname was not that far off from his real name, anyway. He did not mind the question; there was only one thing about himself that he kept guarded… and everyone here knew about it, anyway. He chuckled at the crazy comment and then again as she commented on his smith skills. “Aye… was a big lecture given to the pages – the castle where I grew up had a big training program for knights, “ he explained as an aside and then continued, “Weapons care… And the guards-in-training, too…” He laughed and kept talking even as he twisted to observe the shifting mists most obvious over the water, “Dad would rant about how he didn’t want to be having to make everybody a new blade every few years just because they were lazy….” He laughed again and then nodded slightly, glancing back at Shyn, “Wouldn’t mind helping you, though…” Yellow-tinted gaze turned back to watch the swirling vapor, he smiled and uttered, “…Don’t think I’ll ever quite get used to that…” He blinked as his eyes caught a movement more hurried than the rolling mist, “Who do you suppose…” he wondered aloud, remembering at least to say ‘who’ and not ‘what’.

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Blackthorn
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let your tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... shyn was suddenly on alert again, it was the faces in the pond that did her and the vines moving. That was not right to her, last time vines moved about her she was trapped by them. With a gracefully movement Shyn lowered herself to the ground on her back, hands went up over her head and with ease she pushed herself to a standng position, flipping onto her feet and holding a battle stance, knees bent and shoulder width apart. her right hand took hold of the hilt of her sword and withdrew it from the black leather sccabard, both hands gripped the hilt as she held the red blade up in front of her face, drawing in a deep breath, ears twitched back and forth while her eyes scanned the area. Paranoid much? something did not feel right to her, something with tickling her senses. She was listening to Ash speak, her eyes darting to him every now and then and she kept her voice low as she spoke. DEfinately paranoid. "I do not think I could ever under-go train ing such as that, it was bad enough elarning from my grandfather, they were long hard days within themselves. It was a nightmare, but worth it in the end, until I decided to teach myself and train myself." shrugging her shoulders just a little bit, relaxing them as she watched the pond, gasping softly as she thought she saw two faces she regonised. This palce was playing tricks on her. "I've been through a fair few swords in my time, but not through lack of care, mroe through over-use." She frowned then, seeing the Ash was way too relaxed and calme about what was happening. "Use to what? Am I the only person whose not liking what is happening here and finiding it somewhat eerie?"

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... Sebastian turned back to Shyn as she sprang to her feet, wondering for a moment if he should not be so complacent… but no, he was fairly certain there was no threat here, she was just jumpy… right? He chuckled, “Between the two of us, aye… No, it’s eerie, I’ll give you that… Not dangerous, though… At least, far as I understand it, not dangerous unless you are to them, aye?” He smiled up at her and motioned for her to lower her weapon. “It’s only the faeries, you know? … well, not to diminish them… You’re all mightily significant,” he told the vapors as though reassuring a woman she did not look fat in her dress with a little, assured nod. And then he laughed bemusedly and turned his gaze back up to Shyn with a slight shrug, “I prefer it when they take solid form…. Don’t care what form, I’d talk to a radish so long as I knew it was listening… but looking at insubstantial mists is weird, aye?”

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Blackthorn
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let your tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... She did have every right to be jumpy, it's not her fault she tended to upset a lot of people, she couldn't really help her personality. She did seem to relax a little at his words and lowered the sword as well, taking another cautious glance about her before she finally slid the sword back int to the scabbard. "I didn't know, no. I cannot sa I've been her before now, not this part of Annwfn anyway, I expect this sort of thing to happen in the Underworld, but not here." She still seemed to be on guard, standing, waiting for something or anything to happen, more so waiting for an attack. "Solid form is a lot better than what I am seeing now," She felt alittle embaressed that he'd seen her like this, but it couldn't be helped. Drawing in a deep breath she let herself just drop onto her knees, closing her eyes as if she were feeling everything about her, opening up her powers so that she could feel what was around her, any with any sense towards the magical energies would get a slight tingling feeling, but nothing more or less. "If I started talking to a radish I hope that someone would lock me up and declare me crazy." She turned to him with a smile, but she was slightly serious as well.

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High Crown of Annwfn
Maeḋḃ
High Queen of Fa'ae
Auberons's MoonDrop | Ardhel's Song
Annwfn | CC

--== The Garden (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is in the Gardens around the Palace, enjoying the beauty of nature ~

: says to ALL:.... *Perhaps it had been faces from past perhaps not, who would be able to say if one was right or not if they had not seen the same. Still seeing the same thing did never mean two creature would see the same things, that was one reason whyh there existed so many different tales about the fa'ae. There was a reason why humans and many others thought fa'ae was either bad or good.. what was it they said aah unseelie or seelie. One knowing Maedb well, Tiril or Silwen or anyone would quickly know for them good and evil was concept unknown. Thus labels, thus concept was humans and other creature living more like them. Cultures did it too, giving the fa'ae different labels, giving them different tales, even about Maedb in Irland that fa'ae was viewed in one way and south Europe another way, yet it was still same.

But the mist curled on, sweeped in over the part of the garden where the pond was. Faces drifting in the mist, blurry they were, ghostly they watched. When the woman draw sword, the moved drifted away. But was there a rustle? was there a sound now?.. as if someone would pull a spear out? No just the twigs grind against one and other among the trees. As the man stood and spoked, motion her to lower the sword all was still for a moment. Then thw mist swirled oh it swirled when Shyn and Ash moved. Somwhere in the Hedge that separeted the pond from the rest of the garden.. somewhere there a wicked laugh would echo. Was it Darkle, Tiril.. or some other? A motion was made, and from the passage a shadow moved into where the pond was. Slowly it moved, a figure not tall it seem to have a humanoid form. slowly it walked, or perhaps sweeped like the mist it self over the grass and moss, over the gnarled roots that had grown ages down into the pond or over the grass. ... When the female sat down on the knees, the shadow had reached futher and stood now a couple of yards watching them. All around it the mist trickled off, the figure become more and more solid it seem. Thus black eyes, just like the pond in the darkest Pohjola gazed up on the two creature before it.. two it had meet, two it had spoken to before*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to ALL:.... Sebastian smiled: he had laughed, true, but he found nothing wrong with her edginess – better safe than sorry. And truly, from what he knew about the Underdark, though he had never been himself, it was probably better to be wired thus. “Well, anything can happen here…” he smiled seeing her at least sheath her sword, though she seemed to remain tense for a while more. Eyes following her to her knees, he smiled more softly. “Well, here… you never know… that radish could be more intelligent than you…” he chuckled. “And on the outside… I would be more worried if the radish spoke back… than you speaking to it…” He shifted, unfolding his legs a little and moving the driftwood and knife off his lap to be nestled next to him. Rubbing his knees, which seemed to object more and more of late to being tightly bent – just another reminder of age beginning to wither him, he turned his head toward the laugh. “Now that’s eerie…” he commented in a somewhat quieted tone to Shyn, though his head was still turned toward it, “Laughter ought not to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up…” He peered as the creature emerged and began to solidify… were it later in the moon cycle, he could have easily recognized her before she fully showed herself… but now it took several moments and the glamour cloak he recognized. “Good…” he paused, having no idea whether it was morning, afternoon or evening and so settled on, “Day…” though it struck him it could be night, too. And then because he wasn’t really sure what else to call her, he added, “Your majesty…” and smiled, though it was only a slight bow he gave, none more than would be polite to anyone and he remained seated as he was among the willow’s roots.

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Blackthorn
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let your tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to ALL:.... With her magic open Shyn'tylene was feeling what was around her and she looekd towards Ash more then as he streightened his legs out, using the same feline grace she had those few days ebfore, she crawled towards him and stopped by his legs, holding her hand above them and testing his aura, feeling the stregth of his chakras, finally raising the other hand and shaking her head a little softly to him. "I can help you with that if you like, but it would be with the use of magic, or I can teach you how to treat those pains in your joints if you prefer?" She dropped her hands back on his knees, trying to ignore that laughter that made her want to reach for her sword again, even clenching her fist to try and stop herself from reaching for it, just kneeling there, her head bowed low and her eyes closed, but her ears were listening, theyw ere listening to every small detail that flowed about her "No, laughter should not do that." She finally raised her head to see who had appeared there before them, having ehr Ash speak to another she let her eyes flow up the small form of the one that stood there and her lips curved into a soft smile as she bowed her head towards Maedb. "Vendui my Lady, a pleasure to see you as always." She spoke softly and raised her head again to look at Maedb

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High Crown of Annwfn
Maeḋḃ
High Queen of Fa'ae
Auberons's MoonDrop | Ardhel's Song
Annwfn | CC

--== The Garden (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is in the Gardens around the Palace, enjoying the beauty of nature ~

: says to ALL:.... *The man aah the beastman. When his word came they were polite, nice and the tone was friendly. As he bowed the figure took a couple steps toward them and nodded* "greetings *The fa'ae tried to remember the name, two had it heard but one was what tasted more than the other.. and the hoary whisper touched the air again* "Sebastian" *The mist slipped off like a dress

Shyn:: *The figure stood there as the mist had fallen off fully, there Maedb stood and it nodded as well to ye. The memory of the tales ye had told before was still touching the mind* "Greetings to ye too Shyn" *Maedb said and stood there watching ye for a moment before the gaze shifted toward Ash once moree*

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. . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to High Crown of Annwfn:.... Sebastian’s eyes only flicked toward Shyn when she came closer to him, but then he looked at her fully, a little startled when she held her hand out and did… whatever she was doing; his brow crinkled slightly with curiosity. “Oh,” he uttered when finally she spoke and he understood, or at least guessed a little, what she had been doing. “I, uh… thank you…” he nodded a little, though obviously taken aback by the offer. He looked toward Maedb when she drew closer and smiled, looking a bit amused that she called him by his given name instead of the nickname by which he always introduced himself. “You can call me Ash…” he suggested with a slight smile. Most people he just outright corrected, but really… the queen of faeries could call him whatever pleased her. “Was that you… laughing?” he asked, eyebrows lifted a little with curiousity… for it had not sounded like the woman before him whom he had always thought of as kind… weird… but kind, or at least she had been to him always.

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High Crown of Annwfn
Maeḋḃ
High Queen of Fa'ae
Auberons's MoonDrop | Ardhel's Song
Annwfn | CC

--== The Garden (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is in the Gardens around the Palace, enjoying the beauty of nature ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... "Ah, but I would rather like to trade to have ye true name if any name" *Maedb said, purly truthful there. For with true name the fa'ae would be able to do a huge lot of things. But a smile curled the edge of the lips, playfully and mischivously. Watched as Shyn did whatever it was, there was soem sort of energy that flowed. When she stepped back it seem that the pain was gone, or at least damped. Shyn was still a bit edgy.. but hey Shyn was always edgy now was she not. When ye spoked to Maedb about the laugh, Shyn glanced up in the trees, the hedge just to look if there was something. "Laugh?" *Was that a trick, playful fa'ae.. to confuse more? "ah that was not me, there are many others here. Perhaps it was one of them ye heard." *But too who knows, it could been anything, it could been what humans called ghosts, or spirits.. but was fa'ae not spirits? one would sure go crazy to try to understand the fa'ae fully. Just see True Tomas.. who walks among the humans, now and then spits out seer telling, yet lots of strange things hat humans dont understand, they call him crazy.. but thus that knows.. they know Tomas was taken into Annwfn, to Tír na nÓg*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to High Crown of Annwfn:.... He looked mildly amused at the concept of true names, more so because, to him, ‘Ash’ was more his name than ‘Sebastian’ because almost no one called him that. However, as said before, she was the faerie queen and she could call him whatever she liked. “You want my surname, too, then?” he asked, teasing, though of course he would give it if she desired. Sebastian rubbed his left knee, the one that had ached more than the other, and smiled gratefully at Shyn when she helped him, repeating his thanks. His attention turned back to Maedb as she spoke again, shifting a little as he repositioned himself to be sitting more comfortably. “Ah…” he responded, automatically looking around, but he did not see another obvious form, “Didn’t think it was you….” Tilting his head to be looking up at her again from his seat among the willow’s large roots, he smiled a bit sheepishly – for common human behavior dictated that he must be at least a little embarrassed when making a request, especially of someone in a greater position of power. However, with her he was able to ignore taboos that said not to bother a monarch with things he or she could not possibly care about and otherwise belittling yourself with delusions of unimportance. “My lady… I wanted to ask you something….” He prefaced, sweeping his grey-streaked hair out of his eyes and then fidgeting a little with his sleeve nervously. “Would it be possible….. Could I bring Emerald here? …. my… um… mate…” It sounded weird to call her that, but essentially that was what she was to him… He did not intend to go through the human ceremonies of marriage with her, the word ‘girlfriend’ was just silly when speaking of a mature woman… but nor were they actually to have children… so mostly he just called her Emerald. “She’s like me…” he explained giving her a significant look and knew she must understand that he meant she was also a werewolf. “I… thought maybe… the faerie magic here… might help her, too…”

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High Crown of Annwfn
Maeḋḃ
High Queen of Fa'ae
Auberons's MoonDrop | Ardhel's Song
Annwfn | CC

--== The Garden (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is in the Gardens around the Palace, enjoying the beauty of nature ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... *On deeper water ye swimmed out when asking the question, why is that.. well dealing with fa'ae could be dangoures, it was not always about a coffee slugde. Maaedb listen to the words and ponder, well so it seem and moved closer bent the knees and lower the body. A hand slender, pale yet shimmerd lightly greenish. Soft did the fingertips brush the cheek, over the temple and the tip of your ear* How much do ye love her?" *Maedb said and lifted the gaze. Black was the eyes, within them ancient life boild, passions and energy. There was the Hedge, there was the soil, the forests, sky. Maedb looked deep inside toward ye, perhaps even through ye.. but the gaze reached deep.. deep inside ye. The question that was asked was easy to answer.. yet many took their time, many got stunned to hear such question put out just like that.. for then one had to really feel, realy reach deep inside one self... how many humans and other creature truly did that.. like the fa'ae*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to ALL:.... Sebastian’s faintly yellow-tainted eyes followed Maedb as she drew closer and lowered herself to the ground so that she was at the same level as him. His body twitched a little as the gliding movement tickled his already present nervousness, but he stilled himself as she reached for his face. Breath caught in his throat as she traced his weathered and creased features and he blinked twice as she bushed across his forehead, feeling the slight movement of hair that refused to stay swept off his face. He blinked again as she asked her question, surprised to hear it… and not knowing how to quantify love. He had never thought about it before… he just knew he did… knew from the first time she had told him she loved him, knew that it was in his heart to answer that he loved her too… That he had before then, he just hadn’t recognized it until it was said aloud. “I…” he paused, soul caught in the fae queen’s impossibly deep gaze – haunting and yet he could not squirm. Then he exhaled, his voice dropping to a whisper that accentuated the gruffness of his voice, the sound almost cracking in two places, “I wouldn’t want to live without her….” Now that he said it, he was sure of his answer and gave a slight, confident nod. And then he repeated in gist what he had said to Darkle when he had first voiced the idea aloud, “If you could only tolerate one of us here… under the full moon… Or if it might be too dangerous… if we might could hurt each other even under the faerie influence… I would ask that you take her… so that she could have her suffering eased….” He said more than was needed, but that was because he was nervous and babbling a little. Looking into him so deeply as she was or even just to see the expression on his face, it was easy to see he spoke from his heart.

[jaydedeyes]

High Crown of Annwfn
Maeḋḃ
High Queen of Fa'ae
Auberons's MoonDrop | Ardhel's Song
Annwfn | CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... *Did Sebastian understand what road he was walking now? what winding path his feet took him? The question, to take her.. to take care of her and the suffering. his feet had lead him out on this deep water, of the great ocean of contracts, bonds and pledges. So many tales had been written about it, so many songs had been sunged. The finger still lightly touching the warm skin of yours.. Maedb's was slightyl cold, not much just like a soft breeze in the warm summer. The fingertips slides ever so slowly, ever so gently down the cheek and two fingers rested under your chin. Slowly Maedb motion ye chin up and so the eye contact would never be broken. Under a long time the fa'ae Queen sat there silent and watching, tasting the colours and scents. Aye it was true, ye words, colours, scent and taste was coming from your heart.. this woman ye spoked about was indeed one ye deeply loved.* "And that would be worht.." *THe way the words trickled out was alluring, enchanting. The rhythm was playful yet bewitching. For how much would it be worth, ye ever memory of love? Every dream of ye friends, the laugh.. the very happyniess ye felt when seeing her? The twitch in the heart each time her name was spoken... the first born child of yours? Or the third. your last five years? Ye taste for the forest.. Maedb voice lingerd like the Mist around, it was like the echo never really died, as it was whisperd forever and ever.*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to ALL:.... The slightest shiver ran down Sebastian’s body, though it had less to do with the slight chill of the fae queen’s fingers and more to do with the uncomfortable situation of speaking so opening and doing so to this person. He blinked a little as she directed his gaze to lock with hers and then a few more times as the silence and her deep, solid stare permeated him. It was uncomfortable to have someone look at him that way, it made doubts flood through his form… about having asked, about how truly safe Annwfn was for them, about the wisdom of his request… though never about that which she questioned him: on his love he was certain. When finally she spoke, it took a moment for the words to filter through and then for him to understand…. She was prefacing a deal. He remembered Frinn’s warning after she had heard about the deal he had made with Ardhel and his body nearly flinched to recoil from the queen’s touch. But as he considered, as he thought about it… It was worth a lot to him, to have the knowledge that his mate would have an easier time… would maybe even have a prolonged life… Though, truly, he wished to share that with her, too. “I… don’t know…” he uttered, “A lot…If it is a question of debt….” He spoke in terms he understood, in the material, “I would gladly work it off to whatever end… I don’t know what you would want from me…? I can’t imagine you’re interested in coin… I can make things, though… And I can offer my service otherwise…” Opening his mouth to say more, he suddenly closed it, becoming aware that he was babbling and gave a slightly apologetic smile.

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High Crown of Annwfn
Maeḋḃ
High Queen of Fa'ae
Auberons's MoonDrop | Ardhel's Song
Annwfn | CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... *Maedb listen to the words ye spoked, but also took in the way ye body pulsed, the way ye and the enviroment moved together. The gaze was locked, the fa'ae looked deep inside. But to on the emotions that boiled within. The Mist around was still there, still the faces and the figure stood there still watching didn't speak, didn't do anything. Deals could be dangerous, deals could be wonderful. It all depended on how they were made...or? When ye spoked about coins the corner of the lips curled just a little to that.* "If I let ye and her run free here, if I will see to that she can live a prolonged life as ye said, her sufferings watched and cared for.. would ye really do to whatever end?" *The words sweeped over the ears like a summer wind, a scent of the soil filled the air. Maedb become silent for a moment and was just watching ye carefully. Was the Queen of the seelie or the unseelie? Perhaps now ye understood that that label was human made, for the fa'ae didn't think in that way, for them there was nae such concept as good or evil. What Maedb was doing was not out of being evil, being good ro bad or nasty.. or wicked, misschievously.. it was just that, simeply a doing.. the reason was far alienated to humans*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to High Crown of Annwfn:.... Sebastian did not answer immediately: he knew he had to think carefully about what he might say, about what he might agree to… And he also knew that the fae did not think like he did, which made it hard for him to try to guess what she was getting at. His shoulders twitched and he rubbed his knee, even though Shyn had seen to it that it no longer ached. He liked things to be plain, obvious… concrete. Just the things fae were not nor could he ask them to be, for it was not their nature… he understood that. After considering a moment, he nodded a little: “I will do whatever is in my power, yes…” He did not want to promise something he could not do or give.

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High Crown of Annwfn
Maeḋḃ
High Queen of Fa'ae
Auberons's MoonDrop | Ardhel's Song
Annwfn | CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... *Had it been another situation, where the MoonDrop wasn't stolen, the Dream fading.. when the new way was pushing about. Maedb could have asked of anything really abstract.. such as the fourth tear from ye left cheek five moons from now, when the owel shrieks three times. But so much strange things had intruped and what Maedb asked now was very down to earth thing. The words had power within them, the rhythm was filled with a key for a keyhole to lock. The voice was like before a hoary whisper* "Then ye shall protect Annwfn under my supervise, to protect the fa'ae the boarder against the threats that is against us." *By now more figures, more faces in the mist was appearing, many fa'ae had heard what was going on, many wanted to see what the answer was. Maedbs pitch black eyes had been locked with yours.. the fa'ae hadn't blinked since the two of ye had spoked. Another thing that was kinda making the figure infront of ye more alienated from humans.*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to High Crown of Annwfn:.... Indeed, for the number of times he had blinked under her poignant gaze, he had noticed those black pools were never shaded. He shifted slightly with the urge to look around, for he could feel more stares than the queen’s locked upon him… could hear the stillness that overcame Tir Na nOg as she finished speaking and the world seemed to wait for his response. Even – or did he imagine it? – the ancient willow against which he was sitting seemed to lean down a little to better hear him. However, his slightly tainted eyes remained fixed to hers as he considered her terms. “If you welcome Emerald and I to Annwfn, at least every full moon for as long as we live… each of us, if I should die, you will still welcome her…” He spoke slowly, deliberately, making sure the deal they were making was absolutely clear, “And if you look after her… especially when I cannot… and do what you can to ease her suffering…” He was less concerned with longer life if quality of life was not good. “I will do whatever I can to protect Annwfn as you direct me to do so… against whatever may threaten this land… for as long as I am able.”

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High Crown of Annwfn
Maeḋḃ
High Queen of Fa'ae
Auberons's MoonDrop | Ardhel's Song
Annwfn | CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... *Did Maedb smile? Did the corner of that mouth pull a little more? ye would sure survive Annwfn, ye would survive the fa'ae.. perhaps a deal here and there would make ye slip on ye ars.. but what ye just had shown was someone that understood, someone that perhaps somwhere grasped the fa'ae. Even if it was just alittle bit or perhaps great.. ye simple had it. When ye spoked the words, with that rhythm ye had, the tone and hue of the sound and colours. They were too filled with powerful energy, someone would sure call it mmm aye what was it the monkeys used to call it aaah magic mm one could still wonder. But now back here such thoughts was not, the lock was created the key insert and turned around. Once ye last word dripped like a waterdrop from ye lip the bond was there, the deal done and the contract sealed. Emerald would be as ye welcome and she would continue to be so if ye died. Till she went against Annwfn of course. And the fa'ae would look after her, and ease that suffering.* "She is welcomed, she is welcomed as long as ye to leave.. and she will still be welcomed if ye would die.. till she go against Annwfn. And if I look after her when ye cannot, I will see to ease her suffering. *The key was turned, the bond there* "and so ye will do whatever ye can to protect Annwfn as long as ye are able, against whatever may threat this land.. under my supervise" *Each word trickled into the river of the bond, mingled with your words. THe mist seem to move, siwrl around us. Now the eyelids closed for a moment only to open again. Everywhere the fa'ae listen, the restless stillness, the grass and the tree heard it too.. and so the contract was sealed, Maedb slowly stood up, the finger traced ye chin, lips over ye nose before the fa'ae stepped back a foot or two. Another seem to emerged from teh mist.. or was it just a thin ghostly hand reaching out to help ye up..*

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to High Crown of Annwfn:.... Inhaling a deep breath, he felt something he could not explain… it was similar to the odd feeling that had enveloped him and Ardhel when their deal was made, but different as it was a different fae, different dael, different time… for nothing in nature is ever just the same. Sebastian nodded a little bit, the added caveat that the fae would cease to embrace Emerald if ever she proved herself unworthy of their love by acting against them or even, Sebastian was sure also mattered, turned her back on them… that seemed reasonable to him and, anyway, he was sure Emerald would give them no cause to regret their agreement. He gave a firmer nod when the queen finished speaking and his expression eased into a slight smile.
It was hard to be sure… but he thought he made the right choice – nothing he would regret, everything he would gain. She was not asking anything of him he did not wish to give… the position of guard was one he had originally trained for, what he had given up apprenticeship to his blacksmith father to pursue and what he had been just short of assuming when he was bitten. To protect the things he loved, cared for, valued… that was in his nature, and made all the stronger by the infusion of the wolf, that loyalty to the pack and willingness to serve the pack and alpha. Who was to judge if he considered the faeries part of his pack, if this was part of his territory, if he recognized Maedb as alpha in some ways? They had been nothing but kind to him, they deserved his loyalty. He blinked a few times as her hand brushed his features, retreating, almost missing the strange contact once it was gone.
His head turned slightly and he peered at the ghostly hand for a moment before understanding its purpose. Gripping the hand, he pushed off one of the large, arched roots with the other and climbed to his feet as gracefully as his aging body would allow. For a moment he wondered just how much service he could offer her for his physical abilities were diminishing… but later in the moon cycle he would have the strength of the wolf and still it was dangerous if need be. If she did not think he would be useful, she would not have bound him thusly, he thought with a smile – it was reassuring to him. “Thank you,” he said with a slight nod toward the mostly incorporeal fae and then turned back to Maedb. Though he already felt the unidentifiable lock of their deal, he next held out his hand to her for the human traditional gesture of sealing such things. “We are agreed…”

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High Crown of Annwfn
Maeḋḃ
High Queen of Fa'ae
Auberons's MoonDrop | Ardhel's Song
Annwfn | CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... *Emerald was someone Maedb really didn't know much about in fact.. Maedb didn't know a thing about beside all the great love ye hold to this person. But that was enough for the fa'ae, sometimes so very little was needed to learn a big deal of it, and who know.. perhaps the two fo ye would bring tales to the fa'ae about your love, journeys, this shiftings to the beast and back. What the future hold only the Goddess knowed. Maedb watched ye as ye would nod, when ye would grasp that ghostly incorporeal fa'ae.. it must have looked like that ye would just fall for someone else had viewed. But the fa'ae grin or smiled well something possitive was in the feature of the fa'ae face... as it draw back into the mist when ye stood.

Maedb looked at ye as ye hand was reached out, first the fa'ae ponder aah the monkeys had some other traditions. It wasn't so strange one forget when being away from humans for sometime. Maedb would this time actually smile and the slender, pale frigile looking hand would reach out and take ye hand* "we are agreed.:" The figure said.. and would take a step back, the Mist curled around was it abotu to vanish? Was Maedb about to leave?.. still ye could see the fa'ae, but behind the mist seem to roll closer*

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to High Crown of Annwfn:.... A small laugh issued from him as the fae queen condescended to a gesture he realized meant nothing to her and he smiled as he closed his fingers around her delicate-seeming hand. He gave a slight nod as her fingers slipped from his almost before he released them, for they had no real form and could not be bound by mere flesh. “Thank you, my lady…” he told her as she stepped back from him, the living mists dressing her again as they had when she appeared. He bowed slightly, for he needed to show her his gratefulness even if their deal gave him the way to repay her, and even if she knew for she had seen into his soul, seen what it meant to him.

[jaydedeyes]

. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... A small laugh issued from Sebastian as the fae queen condescended to a gesture he realized meant nothing to her – a handshake to seal their deal. He smiled as he closed his fingers around her delicate-seeming hand and she repeated the verbal confirmation. It meant nothing for the magic of their deal had already cemented their relationship, but it gave him a sense of closure, something more tangible than a tingling sensation running through his insides. He gave a slight nod as her fingers slipped from his almost before he released them, for they had no real form and could not be bound by mere flesh. “Thank you, my lady…” he told her as she stepped back from him, the living mists dressing her again as they had when she appeared. He bowed slightly, for he needed to show her his gratefulness even if their deal gave him the way to repay her, and even if she knew for she had seen into his soul, seen what it meant to him.
Sebastian remained still as he watched the form of the fae queen melt into the mists and forest and then, when she was gone and the mists seemed to be in retreat save for the few faeries shrouded thusly that continued to stare at him, he moved all at once. A hand lifted to brush the graying hair out of his eyes, the sole of his boot rotated slightly in the moss and the rest of him seemed to twitch just a bit as though shaking off the peculiar feeling unique to having close contact with fae and especially their queen. Taking a deep breath, he looked at Shyn, still on the ground near the roots of the willow and managed a smile that told of both elation and uncertainty. “Well…” he began the traditional way for someone who has no idea what to say, “That… um… went well, I think…” He glanced back at the point where he had last seen the recognizable form of Maedb and then smiled, glancing nervously toward the remaining mist before returning his gaze to Shyn. His feet shuffled for he wanted to sit down again, but yet felt restless for the bond just created.

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Rilynneld
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let your tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... She had felt Maedb depart, but she had not been watching, her legs were drawn up to her chest, her cheek resting on her knees in the opposit direction from them, one hand hugged her legs while the other played with a few blades of grass from wehre she slightly leant against the tree. She had not been listening to them at all, she had been lost in her own thoughts, everything running through her mind, it was clear she was lost in her own little world, her own little place where she actually seemed quite relaxed, perhaps even lost. The sounds of his voice pulled her from her thoughts, her 'what if's' swallowing she looked upa t Ash, not looking for Maedb. "Huh? Oh!" Nodding her head softly. "I guess. Sorry, my mind drifted elsewhere." For it had, for seeing Maedb brought all those things back to her, that darkness inside of her that Maedb could ahve released on the world, the evil, but Maedb had seen the Drow break, she had seen Shyn actually beg, something no one would ever see. "Sorry Ash. I am glad things at least got sorted for you."

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. . . . . .
Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... For a second, Sebastian looked surprised: the conversation had been extremely important to him and so it seemed odd that she would not have been paying attention, too. But then he smiled and shook his head a little to her apology, “It’s all right… You looked like you were in a good place?” He eased back to the ground beside the drow, where he had been sitting before Meadb drew him to his feet… or rather, another fae who had only corporalized a hand for him, something that probably would have freaked him out a bit had he not gotten used to weird things happening often in Annwfn. It took him a moment to get comfortable, his prematurely aged body protesting the shift in position even though he promised it, it would be more comfortable in the end. “She agreed,” he reported, “To let Emerald and I come every full moon…” he smiled, rubbing his knee, “And even to look out for her after I’m gone…” The peace of mind granted by the queen’s promise was evident on his face, but it was underlined with that slightly unsettled feeling toward the deal forged. However, he did not share what he had given… It occurred to him that Shyn’s wondering mind might not be a coincidence, maybe it was not something he was supposed to share to many? It was hard to guess… all the faeries seemed to have been listening and some, he could feel though not see, were still staring at him.

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Rilynneld
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let your tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Shyn had noticed that suprised look on his face but there was nothing she could offer him in return. Laughing softly and shaking her head just a little bit. "Siyo, some of it was good." She smiled, she didn't want to scare him and more than likely she would if he'd known what she had been thinking about, what Maedb had offered her and what that in turn would do to her. Could she seriously give up part of her life and let the darkness fully consume her, could she really give herself over like that? She had to shake her head and give a shudder as she tried to let the thoughts pass. The hedge would not allow her through if she did that, and she wanted to return, she had too, this palce held comfort for her now. "Emerald, the on you..." She wet her lips a little. "The on you love? It is good to ehar that, perhaps it would do you better to be in Annwfn when the change comes, it might be easier upon your body." Shaking her head to him. "These are the best creatures to watch over her, but you should not speak as though your time is coming soon." Shyn'tylene was watching him sit down she could almost see the aged bones he ws having problems with and she sighed softly. "I still offer to heel those acheing bones for you, if you wish the help. just lay down. I will not hurt you."

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
. . . . . .

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... He nodded with a slight smile to confirm who Emerald was to him. “It was this time,” he said with another nod, “This passed moon….” Sebastian made a small noise, like a laugh but with little mirth, “My time is coming soon….” he corrected her softly, brown eyes resting on her face, absolutely serious. He inhaled a deep breath: he had accepted the fact, but it unsettled him still. “I just don’t know how soon…” his shoulders twitched in an attempt at a brave shrug. Glancing down at his knee, he nodded a little to her offer, “It won’t take too much effort for you?” He didn’t want her to suffer even the smallest bit for his comfort, but he was eager to be rid of the pointed reminders of age and therefore death creeping up on him. Turning his head, he glanced behind him and then scooted over the moss to lay down without hitting his head on a tree root. Understandably, he looked a bit uncomfortable to be lying prone before her, even if he had mostly gotten over the fact of her race.

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Rilynneld
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let your tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... Of course Shyn'tylene laughed with him, part of her craved the time for her death, the other part of her just didn't give a damn, but there was no fear of her death, she could not fear it. She had dealt with the fact she was Nephillium and would live far longer than she truely wanted unless she were murdered. Watching him lay down she would only shake her head at him "No, no effort, not enough to truely effect me in anyway, just an a drain in the energy sources I have and there is plenty that I will not even notice that." It was true, for Shyn was a demi-god and in that she was powerful and plenty of stored energy, the verious gemstones of her jewelery and her weapons held enough as well, she had absorbed lots intot hem over the years for when the time would come. Crawling her way towards Ash she would just look over his body, her hands placed his arm either side of his body and she slowly then began to move her hands from his crown to his feet, feeling the flow of his aura through his chakras, picking up the unbalace of them. "This will feel warm, comfortable, it will not hurt you at all." She was looking down into his eyes, her reds slowly moved into a soft lilac, the colour they always went when she used magic. "Just relax now." She placed her hands on his chest, speaking chosen words in the language of the Drow, silently before she opened herself up, everything around them would feel that power that coursed through her body, her panther in her storring as a clean white light would seem to flow out of her hands moving itself down into the Ash, sliding its way through him, it would be reaching for every aching bone, looking to relieve as much as the pain as he would allow it too. Only he could decide, it was the way Shyn had worked it, it was his choice how much his bones healed and for how long, she was not going to force anythign on him he did not want, but the magic would follows his mind and perhaps he would feel it was his choice, but if not. "You choose Ash, it is your body."

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... He had looked slightly unnerved when she laughed, but tried to smile nevertheless: he was afraid of death, even more now that he had something to loose. When she assured him this… whatever she was going to do for him, would hardly effect her, his smile turned more genuine. His eyes followed her as she came closer to him and he tried not to squirm under her crimson gaze. He nodded slightly to her assurance and then his head tipped slightly toward his shoulder as the hue of her eyes lightened and floated toward a much more pleasant shade of light violet. Beneath her hand, he became more conscious of the gentle rise and fall of his breathing and the beat of his yet imperceptibly weakening heart. He blinked slowly as he felt the magic spread through him, sort of like stepping out into sunlight. It had not really occurred to him that he would have a choice beyond initially agreeing, but he welcomed the relief to his joints… flexing his fingers a little as he had not even realized they had been somewhat stiff. “Thank you…” he said with a smile that fell over his features in a sort of a reflection of the relaxation the healing energy allowed him; tension he had not recognized was there to cope with his deteriorating body now melting away. “Thank you very much…” he exhaled his gratitude, lifting his hand up to brush his hair behind his ear, almost expecting his skin to feel younger, too… though, of course, that was not the case. “How long… I mean… what did you do exactly?” he asked, looking up at her.

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-=-^My Immortal^-=-
General Shyn'tylene Rilynneld
Mother to Riki'rahc & Phaer'inidia
.::Let your tears come... Let them water your soul::.
Ref Council Member || Realms of Trieal ~ CC

--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to . . . . . .Sebastian:.... She was relieved to see him relax under the colour change of ehr eyes, and for the time bing her eyes would stay that gentle lilac while the energies settled inside her once again, her hands finally moving from his chest and to her lap. Just the sound of the thank you in his voice was enough to make her smile somewhat brightly, even though it was hard for her to pull that off, it seemed a Drow smiling really unnerved a lot of people so it was something she really tried not to do, clasping her hands together as she knelt there, watching him move, letting him feel his body again and get use to it. "You're welcome Sabastian." Using his true name, to show she really did appreciate that thank you from him. "You may not have said in your mind clearly, but the spell would have found the answer in the back of your mind as to how long this would last for. I manipulated the words upon the spell so it would seek what you want, not what I want." She gave a weak smile to him, in the end it was not her choice, she could have healed him for life, and he may not have wanted it, so it became his choice, what was in his subconcious mind. "It was a full healing spell I used. I basically drew the energy from inside me, it is drawn from the heart, soul and mind, where the power to heal lies. I just pushed that energy through my body and into yours, and as I said, manipulated the wording of the spell turning the conjuration just a small amount. As the energy pushed into you it knew what it was searching for, it knew where to flow, it connected to your soul, mind and heart and the ebast inside you, together they worked to...well... heal you."

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Sebastian Sanguyn
Mate to Emerald
Bartender at the Four Corners
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--== The Pond (Palace of Tír na nÓg) ==--
~ Is near / in the Ponds within the Garden of The Palace ~

: says to -=-^My Immortal^-=- :.... A pleased laugh gushed from his throat as he sat up with only need for a guiding hand on the ground. He shifted his shoulders and flexed his legs, poking the knee that kept giving him the most trouble and chuckling a little at the fact that the joint moved easily. Too, it amused him that she used his given name, like Maedb had, though even his parents had rarely used it. Blinking twice, he looked slightly confused as she spoke of crafting the spell to obey his wishes – that didn’t make too much sense to him. However, he smiled: the important part was that he felt his human age rather than his wolf age, which was all he would have asked for… He was thirty one, he did not expect to feel twenty.. and was relieved to no longer feel fifty. “Thank you…” he said again after her explanation. Naturally, he assumed he would start accumulating the pains of age again from suffering the stresses of the full moon, but he was not sure what to expect… It had taken him ten years to get to that point and now, changing in Annwfn, it should be easier on him… so maybe his aging rate would slow. His expression turned reflexive as he wondered what this meant in terms of the deterioration of his mind, how he was having more trouble balancing himself and the wolf… and what did it mean for his slow approach to death, that which he knew intrinsically but could not quantify.