Who? @yaviefey​

who?@rowanivar where? the vendors

"Please tell me you actually know that we are in a party thrown by vampires, love," she asks the mortal she had seen wandering around giving the most intense 'i am just a little guy going through life' she has seen on her decently long life. At least he didn't seem to be out of place, more so, looking like he is here on a date. Good for the dude. "There is another human walking around draped in a sheet and pretending to be a ghost and I am pretty sure he knows shit all about the wolf den he just walked into. I don't want to nanny the both of you, but I will if you are also clueless."

"I imagine that it must be a rather bittersweet," Robin muses lowly, eyes flickering to meet Laer's with a raised brow before they flicker back to the golden tree. There is far too much fascination on her gaze to allow herself to look away from the tree. Not at least until her inner sense alerts her it is time to attend Aurora's celebrations. She wants to burn her the image into her memories, ensure she will never forget the sight before her and the marvel that it brings, heart lightened to know that they are safer now they have been for nearly a year. "The price of knowing this love once more was high, and yet we cannot deny it's call." Not when the sense of safety it's something they have been desperate to get back after their overwhelming loss. Shaking her head, Robin finally turns to face Laer, paying rapt attention of his description of his Court. "I shall open some space on my schedule to do just so. I have always been fond of the Summer Court's appearance."

"It's like I remember it." Laer moved to stand at Robin's side as he looked up at the breadth of the great, golden tree. When standing directly in front of it the creation all but blotted out the horizon. There were so many stories about Laurelin and Telperion; immortality, ambrosia, the list went on but that's all they really were. Stories. Tamlen's fate was tethered to this tree, that was reason enough to wish to understand the truth of it, even more so was the strength he felt under its glow. "It feels like nothing in the world can touch us again, pure like..." He thought of Sune, "Love." To answer her questions, Laer managed to look away from the tree for a moment, "Well, we've moved through the oceans encompassing the island, the borders where they end and ascend into the sky, the clouds. You should come visit some time, you and your court are welcome in the canopy above anytime."

DECADENCE

who? @farenduil​

where? autumn’s fields

“The Autumn Equinox is approaching and with it your birthday,” Robin comments as she approaches Farenduil with light steps. Slowly, she is becoming more and more accustomed to her duties, and she knows that their people need joy now more than ever. What better way to help the morale than to celebrate the Prince’s birthday and the Equinox at once? “The usual festivities will apply, but I was wondering if you would mind if we prepared a small festival for our court to celebrate both occasions?”

who? @meryasek​

where? the faerie queen’s forest boundary, the fog

when? right after the thread where wade let’s robin be stabbed

Robin had miscalculated the deepness of the wound, when she had left the clearing and Wade behind. She had thought it possible for her to reach one of the border settlements, perhaps even find a healer before it’s too late. She is proven wrong near her destination, when her legs give out under her and she collapses into a heap of flowers. A groan leaves her lips as she does, the movement pulling at the open wound and causing fresh blood to flow from it. She needs help, and quickly, lest she bleeds out and gives another soldier to the Drow Queen. Determination burns through her veins as she begins to pull herself across the ground, unwilling to give up and admit defeat. She doesn’t have to go far, she finds out, as a familiar presence enters the vicinity and relief sweeps through her. Hazy brown eyes look up to meet Meryasek’s and she gives him a bloody smile of relief.

“Mery,” she manages to gasp out throughout the blood, one hand coming to her stomach to press against the wound. “Help.”

Her presence on the Winter Solstice chiding is not required, but she can read between the lines and knows how highly encouraged it is. The Courts need to believe that there is nothing wrong, they need to believe the Chancellors are calm and carefree. Robin can act the part, but truly, her eyes keep flitting around the crowd, looking out for any attack or any of the sort. Despite her worry, Mery’s presence is more than welcomed. It’s been months, but it is always a relief to see him whole and hearty after Halloween. A smile on her lips, she reaches out with one hand and gives him a half hug before looking down at his drink with curiosity.

“What did you get? I haven’t gotten around to get anything just yet,” she says idly, eyes flickering around the crowd once more before returning to Mery as she grimaces. “Please, don’t say the p-word. I think I am going to pavlov train myself to gag at it by accident. It’s interesting and all but there is so much of it.”

@thegoodfellow​

Mery had only recently left the Spring Court for the party, and while he was usually in high spirits, his anxiety was through the roof at the moment. It wasn’t until he spotted a familiar face that some of it relented, and the eladrin weaved his way through the crowd untouched and unseen until he was in front of Robin with a smile on his face. “Cheers? I found a drink finally, and it’s not near as good as what I could make back home, but it’ll do for our mini celebration of your promotion. Enjoy the paperwork. I hear it’s magical but still not that fun.”

who? @wadecalhoun​

where? the last bean

“I hear that the Senate and the Eye are working together to take Asphodel, congratulations on the gig,” Robin says as she appears next to him on the line for the counter. Just as she had told Flora, she cannot allow Wade to realize that there is anything different between the two now that he has apologized. Although hiding all of her resentment would be more suspicious than anything. “Good for you, salvaging your morals for a little bit longer. How does it feel to know that the Eye did have fey on their laboratories while you thought they didn’t?”

Happy Birthday Tati Gabrielle!

Winter arrived with it's full splendor, it's icy touch spreading through the Lunar Court and beyond Gate. Frost had reached the boards of the Dusk Court that it shared with Aurora's court, the last days of Autumn smattering with coldness. It's a rather beautiful sigh, the slow combination between Dusk and Lunar, and she quite enjoys walking near the borders, the chill settling on her bones as she observes the results of entropy on action. Alas, duty calls, even as the Solstice Festival it's at it's apex. Robin had turned in early, as soon as Aurora had been called away for a manner relating her denizens, and had made it to the boarder between the courts with a languid step, only to be called away by one of the fluttering pixies regarding an audience with a Dusk elf whose name she does not recognize.

How curious.

Part of her training before her sacrifice to the Holt, had been to memorize the name of the survivors that had followed them to the Fey's Forest after the court fell. Hesperia is not a name she recognizes from amidst the survivors, and she wonders if she has found herself a pilgrim for her court. Perhaps Laer has finally met his match.

Snickering to herself at the thought, she makes it towards her office where the stranger awaits and opens the door to a strangely familiar presence. How curious. She had not known her by her name, but she did know the stranger before her. Robin needed a glimpse of her face to be sure, but if she is right, her Court owes the stranger for Robin's life, and she is very determined to fulfill her debts.

"Far from it, that you asked for an audience despite the festivities is telling," she comments as she moves to sit on her desk chair and gestures at the other to stop bowing. She understands the decorum, but she has never been one for it outside from formal situations. "If the matter is important, I am thankful you want to bring it to my attention sooner than later."

Date: December 17-23rd, one of the nights after the festival Location: Audele, Dusk Fields Characters: @thegoodfellow & @hidinghesperia Notes: future pumpkin wives

The first brush of winter had come to the world and yet nothing gave her sibling joy, not even the gently drifting snowflakes. Hesperia went to the Lunar Court first, if only because she had been terrified that the Lunar Chancellor would deny her 'useless' sibling any welcome. That paranoid fear had been for nothing but The Tranquil was Hesperia's priority so, with the assurance that her sibling was welcomed and being looked after, Hesperia finally headed to the Dusk Fields and to who she knew to be her new Chancellor. She remained quiet, out of the way, soft-spoken and stubbornly mysterious despite the curiousity that she could feel emanating from the other Dusk elves that, most of them, had likely never seen the common elf before. Hesperia only spoke to ask where she could to find the Chancellor and was led to wait for an audience with her. Robin, they said was her name. Young but tenacious. The other common elf had gossiped how their Chancellor had succeeded a traitor in the midst of brewing war despite never having prepared for the role. That sort of challenge would make anyone crass and so Hesperia only hoped for her and her sibling's sake that that wasn't the case. She was terrified for them. For their sake she needed to make a good impression - she needed to grovel on her knees if that's what it took.

"Chancellor," Hesperia greeted, immediately standing up as the door suddenly opened. She didn't even give herself enough time to properly look at who Robin was before the common elf inclined her head respectfully and turned her gaze downward. Hesperia was lithe and clad in dark, simple elven clothing, the sort of clothes made for lots of free movement. She had covered her hair and her ears with a equally dark scarf, if only because it had made it easier for her to sneak around that way while in the Otherworld and now it served to hide her ears from mortals. "I apologize for asking for an audience so late and during city festivities."

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