Sabela | 554 | Spymaster (Night Court) | Mentions: Mattheo & Lance (Ind.)

Embracing the cool air that roared loudly in her ears while in flight her mask would reveal nothing but pure enjoyment and peace, not only in flying but flying with company. The sky was her true home, any time she could spend in the air she would take it in fully never growing tired of the intricate dance of the wind.

“Of all the years I have known you for, you don’t think I already know you’d outfly me in distance? Your wings are probably the largest in Illyria, save for maybe Mattheo and Lance.” She would further add with a chuckle.

While the High Lord of the Night Court flew upwards into the evening sky only to pivot down beside her, the graceful maiden would bolt in twisting elaborate bursts, tucking her wings in close to her thin bodice only to expand them to their fullest length. She would do this for only a few movements given the short flight. Upon arrival to their destination she ensured to make her entrance well known, she was infamous for her entries to events. Throwing only the slightest gusts of wind in front of her, her face would reveal nothing more than poised elegance. Her bright golden hues would land upon their third in command and a smirk of sheer trouble would spill, for only a brief moment. Soon silently stalking behind Aether to greet Mattheo.

“Trouble has arrived.” She would warmly state with a wink before keeping a generally neutral face.

Just as light blue hues started appearing on the horizont, milky glow of a sky before sun starts to rise, dream faded quickly from High Lady's mind. Resolution to begin another beautiful day, keep on going with her plans for the future, quickly woke up petite yet one of the most powerful fae. Like a frail humming bird that suffered through cold night as its heart thumped dangerously slowly, wondering of when it will feel life bringing sunlight once again, she rose elegantly with note of urgency to reach a balcony and just feel the joy of sun rising with her. High Lady Solfrid never overslept for she was in perfect sync with sun cycle.

Chills that ran through her arms as her plams grasped glass rail didn't bother her ease. Soft smile rested on her lips, soft grey hues focused on point of contact between earth and sky where glorious star was rising, gracing the world with its presence. Glances of colors were spreading over the sky, chasing away lesser stars that needed darkness of night to be noticable, not one as strong as the sun that took half of time in eternity to be the only one walking on canopy of the universe. Soft wisps of magic trailed from fae's form to inside of the highest chamber in Prismaria, fetching combs, silken clothing and jewelry for their master. There was no need for words nor crowd of maids this early, Solfrid prefered to be by herself in her chambers, especially while she appreciated golden threads reflecting sun's light with every movement she made to shape very long, very luxurious hair fit for a princess. Warmth of her companion was everpresent as she decorated her body with many pretty things, dainty, with mix of floral and sun symbols, wherever there was space to add something she did so. Precious moment had to end once sky took on fully blue tone, signaling true start of the day for most and just like a sun that was ready to greet the wolrd, Solfrid conifdently strode back inside to do the same.

Perhaps this time it was slightly different though because there was someone on the other side of doors to her sanctuary, demanding hers attention instead of other way around. Slightly peeved at this fact she stood silently, charming features upturned in distaste she willed away after a few minutes. Whoever the visitor was they were probably important, otherwise they would not have opporunity to be this close to the High Lady of Day Court.

"Good morning Aziel" bell-like voice rang cherrily in greeting to warrior fae who was staying at Day Court for a bit, even if it brought him discomfort he was one of a few who knew about arranged marriage, also serving as a witness and protector.

'Protector of a man, not a woman' such idea disappointed her.Incredible Illyrian placed his loyality on her current enemy, soon to become her husband which will not make them any more of a friends.

"Is something only higher positioned fae may use when refering to others. It is not about power inbalace thou it may as well could be, honestly, I find that way of thinking much too cruel as well as arrogant. For an order to be kept, you should try your best to uphold the rules otherwise mistakes might get made that lead to greater disarray."

With tilt of a head she prompted: "I won't take it as a grave offense when we are in closed quaters, just be mindfull to use proper titles next time, maybe even start with hearfelt greeting like I did instead of sneaking up like a boy at my doors. Cute, yet immature for a fromidable man like you."

Valerie | 24 | Huntress | Mentions: Matt (Dir) & Caite (Ind)

Val had noticed a swift flash of white and then the familiar sound of game darting off. She opted to save a bolt rather than shoot into nothing and miss, or worse, shoot and inflict harm on one of the others. Frowning Val had heard and watched Aura and Caite give chase to the little piebald doe. Shortly following behind them would be Matt. Val’s suspicion and unease only grew further as the hunting party now disbanded and separated. Unlike Matt, Val had stayed in her original position, flinching only slightly from her kneeled position after everyone had given chase. Rather than wander the forest she made an attempt to go back for her dappled grey Holstein. Giving a loud whistle toward her gelding, she heard his neigh in response and sprinted toward him.

Meeting her steed who was now stomping about eager to run, she would rub her hand against his broad neck as a means of calming him and untied the reins from the branch she had wrapped them around. Strapping her bow against her back for a brief moment soon sliding her right foot into a stirrup and leaping atop of her mount. Once comfortable, she squeezed her thighs against his wide sides, inhaled deeply, closing her eyes, before giving him a hardy kick which quickly launched them forward. She would steer him in the direction of Matt’s last whereabouts and upon hearing him call out to Caite she was able to locate him.

Stopping abruptly to the right of Matt the lass would give him a hardy grin.

“Need a lift?” She’d tease with a brief chuckle, before extending her left arm out toward him and freeing her foot from its stirrup to give him a chance to leap on behind her.

Upon his final words to her she glanced over her shoulders and surveyed the area. It truly was unfamiliar territory for her and soon her already large eyes widened further.

“I have a strong feeling we have crossed a boundary between our world and that of the Fae.” She’d add. Very quickly realizing now that the soft drizzle they had once been in now stopped and the pair along with her steed were sopping wet in the middle of a field full of vibrant flowers.

Her knowledge of the Fae was spotty at best, recollecting only childhood stories her father would tell her. The most she knew was that they had once lived together alongside humans until a war divided them and from then on a barrier had divided the lands apart. No human wise enough would dare cross the border should they ask for a death wish and very rarely do the Fae cross over into the human realm if not to cause mayhem and wreak havoc.

Valerie | 24 | Huntress | Mentions: Matt (Dir) & Caite (Ind)

“Horses I don’t think are ever ready unless bred purposefully for hunting and introduced early enough.” She threw in briefly, giving him a half grinned glance across her shoulder. Bracing for his touch on her hips a shudder crept up her spine. Physical touch was somewhat foreign to her yet not completely, the only physical touch she knew was that of her sibling.

‘Oh dear, what will Aeleis think if I don’t return. She’ll probably just assume I finally got mauled by a bear or captured by one of the High Fae and forced to marry. She should consider herself lucky if the latter were to happen because perhaps it would save Aeleis from having to marry some scrawny courtier.’ Bringing herself back to the conversation...

It sure sounds as though you know that pair better than they know each other.” She joked, bringing Arturus to a trot in the direction that Matt pointed. “I think for all our sakes we’ll be lucky to even get back. The fae are much smarter and surely they’ll assume Caite didn’t hunt alone and go searching for us.” She’d finish giving him one final glance over her shoulder before bringing Arturus to a prompt gallop hoping to find Caite rather than any faerie folk.

(Note: I am writting from 3rd perspective, but I tend to "color" it with character's personality, for example in very first sentence Aziel's eyes are described as something lackluster even ugly, their look of white orbs with no pupils and faint glow is factual and taken from his sign-up sheet, buuut comments like "quite empty" and how it only showcases what they lack without any compliment is that "coloring" Factual look of his eyes got mixed with Solfrid's perception of them, if it was Aether commenting it would probably be worded more firendly-I did not RP in a while so I don't know if this is stepping over a line for describing someone else's character in a way they might find wrong. Or I'm just in process of getting used to playing mean OC ;-; and I'm overeacting)

Solfrid II High Lady of Day Court II Mentions: Aziel

White orbs with nothing more than subtle glow didn’t communicate much. No pupils to shrink in content or expand with fear, no color to circle around, no emotion to be read.

Quite empty.

Yet crinkles of skin, angle of eyebrows, tone of his voice-all conveyed annoyance. This secretly pleased the Lady, but how Aziel dared to talk back, use rhetorical question ‘Is that clear?’ while talking to crown jewel of fae world, not to mention a ruler who has been fending for whole nation all while he, who thinks he is oh so wise, closed himself off, not seeing or hearing anything new after the war; ruffled her feathers the wrong way.

“Oh dear” she sighed , clasping hands in her lap, intertwining fingers one way and the other nervously before seemingly composing herself even though she didn’t really need to, this was an act, a fake non-verbal apology, “You seem to have taken my words the wrong way”

She turned her pretty face to face him now that he stood broodingly in her chambers. “I was just pointing out the way world works, not that I agree with it, didn’t you hear me say it out loud how I think such way of thinking is old fashioned and while those before us made many great decision to shape our present time, they also…well, had some preconceptions I have been questioning since childhood”

She spoke freely, doors to her abode closed, halls outside mostly empty as per her usual request to be at peace when working through royal thoughts.

“One of biggest mysteries to me was why fae divide themselves when we could help each other? Why this weird hate exists on all levels, from my advisors, over well-off folk in cities, all the way to simpler days of those working just enough to make more time for living.”

Soft voice took on a strong note straight from the soul.

“I’ve met Aether and other fae outside of my kingdom. They are compassionate, smart, ambitious, hardworking, grateful and so much more just like us in Day Court. No matter the past there is future in need of building and if I can help out in any way-I will. This marriage shall be an example of love between nations, so others can follow it.”

Aziel moved the topic along so she let him this once. He seemed to be a man of few words and even fewer manners.

Every crude, raw mention of her title-less name felt like a knife stabbing in her side, but showing that was not something she ought to make obvious so while listening to his unique way of expression with curse words and impatience dripping from syllables, small hand smoothed out silky robes, following embroidery of sun symbol.

“I’m really glad he shows me more respect than this. Though I’m not surprised cause with stunning looks like that he had to have many ladies swooning over him so he had opportunities to learn how to act around ladies without getting flustered, babbling, acting tough, you know? Emotions make one ditzy.” She ended with a soft smile and distant look in her eyes, appearing to be love-struck by her small fantasy.

“I’ll do my best to accommodate him, his friends, his entire nation, however not even I have ability to control the sun’s shine plus it is a blessing not a curse. Night fae honor serenity of nights, Day fae honor liveliness of days, you honor Aether I presume? By extension you might wish to honor soon-to-be-his High Lady as well.”

“But never mind my long tongue, I get carried away when I talk” small giggles graced the air “What is this big problem that you mentioned?”