Valerie | 24 | Huntress | Mentions: Matt & Day Court Guard 2 (Dir) Caite (ind)

Bringing Arturus to a trot and ignoring Matt’s initial question they had managed to cover an extensive portion of ground and had yet found anything significant… or so Val thought. Squinting Val could make out what appeared to be a bow on the ground. It was very likely dropped by Caite on purpose in order to make it easier for the pair to find her. Clicking her tongue twice and pulling on the rein lightly to guide Arturus toward the dropped item, she would squeeze her thighs to stop the dappled grey gelding beside the bow.

“Well at least we are getting somewhat close to finding her now.” She stated blandly, peering down to see if any tracks remained close to give an idea as to which direction to go.

Before the pair could do anything further she heard the aggressive clomping of hooves beating against the greenery and soon two large fae had quickly and strategically stopped the search party in their tracks.

‘Well isn’t this just splendid.’ She thought to herself.

“Well Matt, it is safe to say that both our feelings of unease and discomfort are mutually shared given the situation we have found ourselves in.” She would add softly, beneath gritted teeth.

Observing the pair of guards she would quickly realize these weren’t just any sort of guard but they appeared to be royal guards. Something about the way they had approached the pair had given some clue as to how experienced they were. Their armor had also given a clue as to what court they may have belonged to as well, noting the large celestial sun that sat at the very center of their chest plates. Recalling that there had been several courts all relating to a season including the day and night courts.

Better to surrender than pick a fight, because if we are lucky they might just be nice enough to let us go.

“We apologize for our intrusion onto your lands. We mean no harm to you and your kind. We have unfortunately lost a fellow huntress and are simply searching for her.” She would state firmly to the lead guard.

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Day Court Royal Guard 1 (Anatole) | Unknown Age | NPC | Mentions: Val & Matt (Dir) Other Guard (Ind)

Following his fellow guardsman lead, Anatole would guide his mount toward the left flank of the dappled gelding before them. Placing the reins in his left hand and resting his right hand atop of the pommel of his sword, should either intruder reach for their weapons. He would be sure to make quick work of making the first move and threat should it be required. For now he’d allow his stern gaze to fall upon the pair and burn through their uneasy glances.

Anatole’s golden pools burned like an unending flame and did not waver to exhibit his intention to inflict harm should it be required. A slight breeze would allow his golden blonde long hair to brush against his face lightly. His pallid skin would glimmer against the brightness of the sun which was not uncommon of Day Court fae. His long sharp ears picked up every sound in the forest including the vocals of a well known spymaster speaking to yet a third intruder, likely the proclaimed huntress the pair before him had been searching for. A smirk would spill across his visage as he’d soon allow his vocals to escape.

“Your huntress is in the mighty hands of our Spymaster and is likely to be taken before our Queen for a decision to be made. Seeing as you have trespassed and crossed borders that are never to be crossed by those of your kind.” He would add briskly, his mask soon growing cold.

“You two will be bound atop of your mount and also taken to our Queen. It would be preferred that you surrender your weapons and dismount and allow us to do as such for the latter decision will not be favorable.” He would add briskly, getting to the point.

While he had wanted to sit on the sidelines for this interaction he would figure it best to regain charge of the interaction, having been the primary guard to spot them. Glaring at the pair he would await their decision. Wary of what surrendering their weapons would entail.

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Sabela | 554 | Illyrian | Spymaster (Night Court) | Mentions: Aether (ind)

Listening to the High Lord give his speech a short lived grin spilled across her face recollecting a memory of her first witnessing him practice giving a speech. She had been present for all of his speeches from then on and served as encouragement whenever he grew complacent with himself. Eventually her mask would give nothing but a warm gaze inviting those to approach her, realizing that even while on guard duty she could still afford to mingle with those of their Court.

Sabe never really viewed herself in any particular way. She was no greater than the fae of the Night Court nor was she any lesser. While many older generation Illyrians had a distaste with the females of her generation or younger choosing to learn the complicated dance of battle she held no grudges against them having accepted that it would be a generational gap that would eventually die off over time.

While having no particular requests for the event Sabe did not come empty handed, hearing Aether claim his seat she would soon dismiss herself momentarily to deliver the first offerings of the evening. Her long elegant gown would seem to shimmer and dance in the moonlight as she gracefully sauntered toward the table delivering two crystals, one on her behalf and another upon Aether’s. They were of opposing colors, one of the darkest obsidian and the other a pearly white quartz that seemed to glow under the moonlight. She would bow her skull and soon turn to stand beside Aether on his throne, giving him a warm grin as she climbed up the steps regally poised and stood to his left. She would give her wings a slight jostle before returning to her guardian-like duties.

Her golden hues gazed upon the crowd. Events like these always made Sabe feel at home. There was something about the togetherness that events such as the one tonight would bring, that brought her inner peace. Still on guard of course, she knew if anything were out of sorts she would make quick work to address it hastily.

Sabela | 554 | Illyrian | Spymaster (Night Court) | Mentions; Aether (Dir) Solfrid (Ind)

Abandoning the comfort of her bedroom Sabe would briskly make her way down the arched grand staircase and find a pacing Aether in her midst. She quickly began pondering whether they were late for an event; however, his attire had told her otherwise. Taking a few steps toward him…

Ooof!

Colliding with Aether felt like walking right into a brick wall. Being bumped back a few steps she was fortunate enough of their height difference to not have been able to knock skulls with the High Lord. That or fall right to the ground for that matter. Scrunching her eyebrows and peering up at him rubbing a sore spot upon her shoulder, she would begin to wonder why he would appear so disturbed. She would soon waver her hand in gesture to remind him to forget about formalities, accepting his overly formal apology.

“What seems to have your mind Aeth? I cannot say I have seen you this distracted nor bothered by anything in a long while. This wouldn’t happen to be about the worries the members of our court have expressed, would it?” She’d suggest, having a decent amount of insight of what possibly could be preoccupying his mind at the moment.

Today’s attire would consist of black form fitted riding bottoms, a deep forest green velvet form fitted turtleneck long sleeve top, dark brown lace up leather bracers, and knee high black riding boots. She wouldn’t be found without one of her two swords. Mercurius would be carried in tow today seated proudly on her right hip sheathed by a matching dark brown leather belt. Atop her chest and over her turtleneck would shine a glowing opal necklace, the piece itself appearing to mimic the glow of the moon.

She had heard much about the High Lady of the Day Court and many reports were mixed, keeping her suspicion high. There were numerous accounts of her having several types of facades. Some would claim she was nothing short of one of the kindest, most respected High Fae whereas others spat at her name in distaste given their encounters with her. Sabe, again, would remain indifferent understanding the reasoning behind this future courtship but would continue to hold her neutral position until formalities have been passed.

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Valerie | 24 | Huntress | Mentions: Caite, Matt, Solfrid (ind) {Open}

Having thrown one of the most enormous fits of her entire life in protest to wearing a dress Val had managed to convince the fae tending to her to dress her simply. They had given her a pair of dark brown form fitted riding bottoms, a silk evergreen colored cropped cold shoulder bustier top, and a pair of dark brown knee high riding boots. As they attempted to embellish her hair with various flowers, her natural waves would seamlessly spit them back out of where they were placed. The fae then instead opted to grace her waistline with golden chains lined with pearls, litter her fingers with plain golden rings, place a golden cuff on her left shoulder, and grace her wrists with solid golden bracelets. Finally feeling as though their guest was for the most part in clothing that was agreeable to their court the gaggle of fae had dismissed themselves.

Finally!

Taking a glance at herself this had to be a more formidable outfit for the likes of her, outside of the revealing top of course and slew of jewelry. These lands were so foreign, she had only recalled so much from the storytelling of her father before his dismissal. They had yet to meet the High Lord…. High Lady of this Court and upon being brought to the castle she had been separated from Matt and not yet able to see whether they actually had managed to capture Caite.

Her room was massive, it was almost the size of her own cottage that she shared with her sister. Littered with windows to the outside world the sunlight was quite blinding. She would soon walk toward one of the windows and peer out toward a nearby garden. To her amazement she would see what appeared to be Caite in a quite revealing dress and what would appear to be a larger winged male approaching her. Having her eyeballs nearly burst out of their sockets she would dash toward the door and attempt to get through the maze of a castle and get to Caite, perhaps running into Matt on her way.