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He could not disagree at the Queen’s words, it was a cruel game to play–but that was how the Unseelie operated when there was the given opportunity. With his head hung low, he could not bear to look at the Queen’s eyes–ashamed of how his side of the court do way their so-called courtesy and welcome to their guests. Even before Maeve’s rule, things have always been rather gruesome, he wondered why it was that he was able to stomach the cruelty and the gore before his eyes when he was younger but then now, it all felt out of place. Could he have retaliated those words? No, the Unseelie court would always stay as it is. He gave a nod, “Yes, your Highness…,” they follow her gesture and sitting at the seat he was gestured to. “… I, I am not… busy–I’m sorry again, I did not mean to eavesdrop…,” true though, there was nothing of importance today–it seemed that Maeve was busy with her other duties so Lorien could care less of what happens to the higher ups.

Ears perk up at the mention of Sun’s name, but what caught his attention more was the Queen’s announcement that she no longer worked by her side. Their brows furrowed in obvious confusion, they could remember vividly that at the time back in the dungeons, Sun seemed driven and persevering that one day she would come back to her homeland, her court… but perhaps the mind is not at all ready for the truth. “I… I see, but—she has, returned, right? She… she didn’t die?” The question continues to hang, the last time he’s ever seen her was when she left–but he no longer knew if she was safe or even survived afterwards.

It was… the first time he would actually have to say this, he had never opened up about–anything pertaining to himself to anyone, even Sun. Back in their time with her with the Unseelie, it were small, quick conversations or simply silent comfort. Always, always so selfless–quiet and dismissive of his own. Though he did not wish to say, he knew it wouldn’t be so easy to just ignore the Queen’s questions. A faint shade of pink tinted his cheeks, lips were pressed in a thin line, he was–young and perhaps a little naive, back when he sided by the King. It seemed to bring nostalgia that warmed his heart in the most uncomfortable way possible. “I— no, your Highness. I was solitary…,” a pause, his eyes maintaining eye contact with the Queen though it was wavering. “I once lived in an isolated forest of other solitary fae, I am not sure if you’ve heard of the Black Forest.”

"Tea? Juice? Anything you would want?" Aibell said as without any voice or movement two goblets and a pot moved from the shelf as if riding the wind. It usually created quite an interesting reaction to other magicks, even some of fae who would react with startlement. Of course, Lorien had the same kind of magick if not the same level. While the air the pot had been pouring a sweet, calming drink into the cup, the one cup that Aibell had flying straight into her hands. A sip, two, and the Queen set the cup down beside her. "Feel free to tell me what you'd like, you do not have to be so tense though I appreciate the fact that you are." Tension meant fear, respect even, and Aibell craved that especially on those of the other fae. She made sure for them to know she meant no harm, but if she were forced to, then they should be ready as she would not let herself be caught with her guard low.

A rugged sigh escaped her lips, now pursed in dissappointment. "Yes she is alive, she is, somewhere in the forest, scouts have seen her and reported although I specifically told them not to tell me where exactly. I intend to give her space and time for the sole fact that we are of... very old friends." Aibell said everything very matter of factly, even though they were close, very close in fact that it drove Aibell to a steep downhill of insanity, her Seelie tendencies tend to be above the emotions. Duty first. "And you, you are... friends? If you are one to check up on her... she did not meet anything untoward from you, I assume?" An idea was working within Aibell, she hoped to be able to play it perfectly. She needed to have Lorien... pliable.

She quietly waited for Lorien to speak, the pot beside them as if dancing a little jig to push them into drinking something for the sole sake of relaxing. "The Black Forest?" her eyes twinkled and a small tug of her lips showed that she was to smile. "Have you ever been to the human world? There is a delicacy of a cake in the human world of a delicious dark brown cake littered with cream and cherries- ever so similar from the Black Forest which I believe is a dark, cold and yet... peaceful forest with multiple cherry blooming trees. I have never been, but the books say it's a lovely wintery place." Aibell softened they seemed nostalgic, melancholic as he spoke. "Tell me more, I am interested to know more about you-" her voice lowered, as if sharing some girlish secret just between the two of them. "Believe it or not my dear Lorien, ever since I saw you turn from air to human in front of me all those years ago, knowing you as that boy who was always with the king... fascinated me to no bounds. Your magick is beautiful and your way to be one with nature is endearing." Aibell meant them, their magick was beautiful, now to learn of their soul, if she could.

“Abra and Anthony, good I guess? Sorry I actually- don’t talk to the others as much as I should. I’m usually with Dhviti or off on my own lately… but I do share a house with them and I haven’t heard of anything life altering so I’ll go with good.” She shrugged a bit. Realizing at the question that she really should talk to the other more. They lived together, they were part of the same coven… but so was her family before and really… they hadn’t bothered talking to her and caring about her. So if she didn’t make the effort at least it wasn’t their choice to ignore her existence. Or taunt her for her hobbies.

There was something about this woman that Ailis didn’t quite… get. She was odd. Maybe it was just because she was fae and Ailis really didn’t spent much time around any of them. Yet again, or anyone. Really she wasn’t terribly biased in her neglect of social interaction. She kept to herself, with a grand total of three people being on the list she’d make an effort to actually talk to.

Ailis rose a brow at the odd way the fae grasped her hand, a little smile tugging at her lips. She really was pretty deep in the fae side of things. Clearly not having a clue how to shake someone’s hand. Ailis didn’t say anything on the matter though. Especially not once the elegant woman’s name was spoken. Hanging in the air for a moment. Ailis’ eyes widen immediately.

“Holy Sh- Crap. You’re the Queen? Sorry- not really used to royalty.” Or anyone of wealth unless she was intending to break into their house later and steal their valuables but she wasn’t doing that in the forest anymore. Magicks were not just Joe Shmoe on the corner that she could just walk up to and take whatever she wanted from their house. 

“My magick? Yeah it works…. Not on the walls or anything but it works.” She shrugged and brought her hands together in front of her, like she was gripping a large ball- such as a basketball or the like. Twisting her hands ever so slightly a small bead of fire started in the middle and grew so the outer edges were licking at her finger tips. She suddenly clasped her hands together, the fire dissipating into thin air.

Ailis’ eyes immediately darted towards the general- very vague direction of the howl. “Yeah, I assumed as much honestly.”

Aibell kept her silence, it was quite the thought, how many enchanters did live in that cabin of theirs for them to not know each other? The fae were a large kingdom, two kingdoms in fact and that is all the more reason that some might not get to know another. Still, it was below her to look into every niche or clique of certain fae unless it was a brewing concern.

The queen did not mind the whole ordeal, of course in a way she did, but the present was more important to deal with right now. Ailis did not seem to be an enchanter with ill intent and she looked to have a bright head on her shoulders. With enough work synergy they could make it out alive and less than frosbitten.

The smile that was on Ailis face at Aibell's unusual hand gesture was not lost on her as in the same way Aibell's face graced with a smile at how the young enchanter learned of who they were faced with. It of course boosted the elder fae's ego that there were certain beings who still felt in a way, startled by that fact. "That is nothing to mind, in the human world there are little to few monarchs and within the coven it has always been a... how shall I say it, I believe it has always been close families and villages of a certain number." Civilizations differ, but even so Aibell could appreciate the moment other's learned of heirarchy. Even she- a fae would no doubt treat Abra with respect and would go as far to bow ever so lightly with another magick. It was the way of things even though she might not agree with them so much. Politics and diplomacy laced with talk and wine-intoxicating words.

"Similar then" the queen lifted her hand to face the wall, a bright red orb of flames was created on her palm as it swirled around. With a small yet precise push, the ball went fowards towards a wall, the red spinning ball turning into a bright blue, the heat would be intense - and yet, the wall stayed ever so solid. "Horrible, isn't it?" Aibell 'tsk'd with a displeased face.  

The cold grew harsher, and every though Aibell could make herself feel safe with the cold inwardly, outside showed a different setup, her hair was already starting to be attracting with little pieces of snowflakes and ice. It was concerning as the longer they stay, the harder it is to just magickally disregard the cold.

"Come there is much we need to cover as it might be impossible to leave. Unless of course we stay and be protected by our magic from the cold, it would not do well to die of hunger or or a more morbid reason." Aibell led the way, the maze had many corners, many walls. With every corner they would choose to go, she would aim a fireball towards, it was not a very wise thing to do in hindsight, especially since there's a big possibility something... wise was beside it. Unfortunately, Aibell did not think that through, the fireball was more for protection after all and so when she turned around the corner, her eyes were straight into looking at the dark and angry eyes of a Saumen Kar who was most likely minding his own business until a random fireball startled or irritated him.

It was painful, they had to admit it—the sensation was ever so familiar to being burned alive, not that they were a stranger to it. They had literally felt burned, but not in this form—as air, experimenting with their magick if it was possible to amplify flames via combining themselves with it (it was stupid and reckless, do not do this at home). But with determination, they did not voice their pain, their expression may have given it away but all this had exhausted his voice already. They had never spoken too much or too emotionally after too long. After all, their element was not meant to stay and it was not meant to harden.

Their gaze was focused on the slowly healing scar, in fact, they had almost completely forgotten the painful sensation as they were mesmerized by the way it seemed as if it never did exist, along with the blood that had spilled on the ground had began to evaporate and dissipate into thin air. Thoughts no longer wandered as they heard the queen emit a composing breath, eyes again daring to look at hers. Despite having already picked themselves up, they still could not help but feel the chills run down their spine with the way the Queen had uttered their name, chilling and frightening. Fionn Cavanaugh. Ah, yes. They did not forget they existed as well, the way he and Maeve had their plans tied together like strings of fate. Of course, what else would the queen would have asked? Sun Young Ri was her protector, perhaps even the closest person ever to the Seelie Queen. They let her finish all her statements first, their mind already trying to compose the correct words. It was utterly a god damned mess. Too soon, too exhausting—this wasn’t their job nor was it their responsibility to spill the beans. In fact, these were the very situations they often flee from, the emotional weight tugging their heart is too much for them to wear, a guilt not theirs to have—a cross theirs to carry (but is it?).

It would be an awful, awful decision to avoid the whole ordeal, they couldn’t exactly lie and further shifting the topic might really have him leave the pressurized room with a mangled body. The imagery of actually having their body mangled—a finger in their eye sockets or maybe even an arm protruding out of their chest as their heart would be out of the physical case; maybe skin uneven and at the wrong places—was not what they wanted their fates to end up as. “…,” only silence was delivered at first, lips parting as if to say something but immediately closed; not that they didn’t want to say it (they really didn’t want to) but with the whole forest drama, and even the faerie alliance, further fuelling the flames between two courts wouldn’t make this alliance work.

“Sun… She—I’m sorry,” their head hung low, the sin too heavy to bear, it dripped from their lips like blood. “She did her best, surviving.” While Fionn may have had a life of decency within the Seelie Court, Sun did not—every fucking day was a horrendous new game of torture, everyone in the dungeons would take turns, pick sticks or play the russian roulette to see what the new game shall be. Tossed around, like a ragged doll—they could barely even feel any life radiating from her whenever they had their little moment of privacy. “… I’m sorry your highness, but—it was…, it was not.” Honest or dishonesty? Either wouldn’t make anything better all of it lead to the worst case scenario. God, it was already wrong they’ve deemed themselves as an acquaintance, now the Queen would possibly assume them to be one of those who hurt Sun (not like it was wrong). They’ve already mentally prepared themselves to die at this moment, who wouldn’t be though? They were certain that she wouldn’t let him flee so safely or leave these grounds alive.

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It was painful, they had to admit it—the sensation was ever so familiar to being burned alive, not that they were a stranger to it. They had literally felt burned, but not in this form—as air, experimenting with their magick if it was possible to amplify flames via combining themselves with it (it was stupid and reckless, do not do this at home). But with determination, they did not voice their pain, their expression may have given it away but all this had exhausted his voice already. They had never spoken too much or too emotionally after too long. After all, their element was not meant to stay and it was not meant to harden.

Their gaze was focused on the slowly healing scar, in fact, they had almost completely forgotten the painful sensation as they were mesmerized by the way it seemed as if it never did exist, along with the blood that had spilled on the ground had began to evaporate and dissipate into thin air. Thoughts no longer wandered as they heard the queen emit a composing breath, eyes again daring to look at hers. Despite having already picked themselves up, they still could not help but feel the chills run down their spine with the way the Queen had uttered their name, chilling and frightening. Fionn Cavanaugh. Ah, yes. They did not forget they existed as well, the way he and Maeve had their plans tied together like strings of fate. Of course, what else would the queen would have asked? Sun Young Ri was her protector, perhaps even the closest person ever to the Seelie Queen. They let her finish all her statements first, their mind already trying to compose the correct words. It was utterly a god damned mess. Too soon, too exhausting—this wasn’t their job nor was it their responsibility to spill the beans. In fact, these were the very situations they often flee from, the emotional weight tugging their heart is too much for them to wear, a guilt not theirs to have—a cross theirs to carry (but is it?).

It would be an awful, awful decision to avoid the whole ordeal, they couldn’t exactly lie and further shifting the topic might really have him leave the pressurized room with a mangled body. The imagery of actually having their body mangled—a finger in their eye sockets or maybe even an arm protruding out of their chest as their heart would be out of the physical case; maybe skin uneven and at the wrong places—was not what they wanted their fates to end up as. “…,” only silence was delivered at first, lips parting as if to say something but immediately closed; not that they didn’t want to say it (they really didn’t want to) but with the whole forest drama, and even the faerie alliance, further fuelling the flames between two courts wouldn’t make this alliance work.

“Sun… She—I’m sorry,” their head hung low, the sin too heavy to bear, it dripped from their lips like blood. “She did her best, surviving.” While Fionn may have had a life of decency within the Seelie Court, Sun did not—every fucking day was a horrendous new game of torture, everyone in the dungeons would take turns, pick sticks or play the russian roulette to see what the new game shall be. Tossed around, like a ragged doll—they could barely even feel any life radiating from her whenever they had their little moment of privacy. “… I’m sorry your highness, but—it was…, it was not.” Honest or dishonesty? Either wouldn’t make anything better all of it lead to the worst case scenario. God, it was already wrong they’ve deemed themselves as an acquaintance, now the Queen would possibly assume them to be one of those who hurt Sun (not like it was wrong). They’ve already mentally prepared themselves to die at this moment, who wouldn’t be though? They were certain that she wouldn’t let him flee so safely or leave these grounds alive.

The truth came out easier than Aibell had suspected, despite Lorien's stature to not stand out in the crowd, he held his own observations and knew of many things - no doubt due to his power of air mimicry. Helpful, dangerous, flexible, but most of all, free. She listened to his almost snivelling words, their voice seeming to crack as it was. "Perhaps that is how the Unseelie greet their guests, their most honorable and welcome guests do they not?" Her voice was clipped, mocking, disgusted and even though they were shadowed with mere savory words, the feeling was there and the fact that Sun Young was no doubt hurting for how many years - then barely stepped back into the Seelie life after the eclipse before the whole ordeal of the humans, Aibell had to wonder what was going on in her protectors head.

Should she? Should Aibell think of Sun as her protector anymore? Her eyes, hard and dark now took a longing stare as she turned her back from the Unseelie fae. "Come Lorien, take a seat -" she said as she proceeded to move towards an armchair, letting her other hand gesture to the other. "Feel comfortable, I hope you are not too busy - given that you have said that you're... eavesdropping is not of Maeve's order but of your own volition." A dainty finger placed itself on the sides of her mouth, her thought once again trying to place themselves properly, creating a line of ever growing questions. "Sun Young Ri is not her, the girl who left, Sun is not by my side anymore." Despite the Queen's obvious stoic and guarded look with Lorien, it was impossible to miss the sadness that crept with it.

"Tell me about yourself Lorien, I have never had the chance to meet you apart from that faithful day of our youths. You were always this young boy by the Unseelie King's side, never leaving... and when you weren't by his side, you were... no where. Of course now I understand that you have the magick to control that- but tell me, were you always of Unseelie Origin?" There was something about him that said that he was not. Something in Lorien in the way his guileless eyes showed innocence and in his gentle nature, no doubt of air, created a sense of ease and peace. Something about him that Aibell believed would be her leverage, but also to let out a sort of helping hand if there was more to learn about his past.

Ailis listened, she wasn’t particularly scared of this being- the woman in front of her seemed far to elegant to get into a fight. At least the sort of fight Ailis thought of first. She was annoyed, obviously, at the current state of things but had a funny feeling the forest had done this to at least a fair few members. Wondering how many of them were trapped in this absolutely ridiculous maze. 

“Fae. Makes sense.” She nodded. She had almost guessed that but had learned not quite to jump to conclusions. However, she was pleased she was right in that matter. “I’m an enchanter yes, part of the Bhatia Coven.” She mostly added that in because she knew they were on good terms with the Seelie fae. They had connections there and that was good enough for her to feel a bit better about this situation. 

Nodding she gave an apologetic half smile. “Yeah sorry- I just… this isn’t exactly what I signed up for. Not that you did. it’s just… this sucks basically.” She sighed and shrugged as the fae spoke again. She had an aura about her that screamed power. Or maybe wealth? She didn’t know which sort of standing the other fae had but it was definitely more than your average fae that was for sure. “Uh yeah, that’s amenable…Better than being alone in this anyway.” Now Ailis wasn’t usually one to care too much for company but it seemed like a good idea in this situation.

Though, quickly it was proven that she had made the right choice. Or well, the only choice? As the fae tried to walk away. With each attempted step Ailis felt herself tugged gently in that direction. Not much but just slightly. When the fae stopped Ailis held up a hand to stop her briefly. “Hold on, I just-” She backed up until the same distance was between them and found herself unable to move. Turning to put a bit more force into the step it was like trying to walk into a wall. “Guess we don’t have a choice anyway. Well..” She walked up to the fae and held out her hand. “I’m Ailis. We might as well start this off with introductions I guess, yeah?”

Aibell merely nodded as she acknowledged the enchanter's words. If she was a part of the Bhatia covern then she might show her own merit as Abra would not be the kind to pick up strays and even if she did, then the Bhatia would work their way towards betterment as they should be. "And how are your other co-enchanters? Abra? That young boy Anthony." she wondered to ask, it has been sometime since she had met with Abra and she had forgotten how big the enchanters would be in the length of time they have journeyed to work on their coven.

The short rambling was met with a patient smile, not that Aibell had anywhere to attend to, not like she had a kingdom that still waited for her, but there was a feeling that in this forest, something magickal was stopping them, and that it is not only them who are stuck in the maze. The push and pull of their combined efforts in movement then made sense, the magick did pull two beings together.

Aibell waited for the other as they approached, the hand offered caught her unawared but nevertheless it was welcome. The fae queen took her time to look at the girl's face, young, so much more life to see and explore, and then at the hand that eagerly showed their willingness to be a part of a team... much unlike her and her sister during their younger days.

Before the situation would get awkward with the queen's gaze Aibell reached out her hand although of a different style with hers reaching out like a queen, an upside down cup of her hand as she reached the others and shook it. The not so usual display was more of the fact she did slightly forget how human usually did their greeting rituals.

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The human world. Think what that means~ A photograph hidden in the room of hidden memories, tightly locked and sealed in an enchanted box that can only be opened by Aibell or of children upon her death.

Ailis had just taken a break from working on various items in her workshop. She’d gone to grab a cup of coffee- before everything went black. When she woke up she was surrounded by walls of ice. Snow covered ground and more drifting downwards. She blinked and pulled herself up to stand. Looking around she wrapped her arms around herself. It was much colder out than she’d thought it had been. Then again she didn’t recall the snow falling this hard either.

She looked around at all the walls, kicking one with a (thankfully) steel toed boot. The impact was… well she was very thankful the boots she wore in her workshop were made for impact like that. It was definitely a very solid wall. Ailis tried heating her hands and placing them against the wall to no avail. Next, a fireball appeared in either hand she threw them at the wall with a fiery hot explosion… that did absolutely nothing.

She tried various other enchantments trying to damage the ice, melt it, crack it, anything. She tried climbing it but found the top of the maze to be a raging storm, worse than the one inside. One which, immediately knocked Ailis down into the maze again with a heavy thud.

“Fucking hell.” She grumbled under her breath and began to walk. Leaving behind her small rocks she summoned into her hand. Pebbles really. They were there as long as they were in her line of sight… what she didn’t realize was that they were whisked away the moment the pathway she was in was out of view. 

Ailis went silent as she walked, taking slow deliberate steps, keeping her eyes out for anyone. Or anything. She absolutely did not trust this place. Wondering if the forest was playing tricks on her or if others were here- she heard a voice. A female voice. One she didn’t recognize. Uncertain if she should answer she crept forward towards the corner she was certain the voice had come from and peeked around the corner. It was a woman, elegant looking- clearly not human and not one of the enchanters she recognized… 

“I am… who are you? If you are some trick of whatever this is leave me be. If you’re another forest inhabitant who are you and what are you.” Ailis was cold both physically and in her response. So she solved one of the two by hovering her hands an inch or so away from her clothing and moving it over it. Magic lined the clothing to keep her warm. A warmer color returned to her cheeks and the shivering stopped almost instantly.

Well, she didn't expect such... testy creatures. But then there they were, of all kinds and was impossible to not be  miffed at anyway at the state of their unfortunate predicament. Keeping her composure cool and collected, Aibell gave a soft smile, a smile that was sure to radiate around her, as if her skin itself glowed with her stature.

"I am of fae, young one" she started "I am of the Seelie fae, and you? You do not seem human - enchanter perhaps?" She did not have the air of magick that said vampire or werewolf or even of mer, there was magick around her, magick that was familiar, magick in the air that was the same as when she was with Abra, and even Anthony. If she were of the former's coven, then it would not be so bad after all.

"I am not a trick, fortunately." 'and so are you' she thought to herself, slightly more haughty than usual given that she should not have been hoodwinked by a spirit or so. "Come, I have no need nor gain to harm you as it seems this maze's expanse is... huge in it's entirety. I suggest we work together, if that is amenable to you?" Aibell offered, her demeanor not showing anything hostile. Without waiting for her answer, Aibell took a step forward but found herself unable to. A quirk of her brown showed as she tried with her other foot.

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Too long, it had been far too long since the last time they’ve felt this specific kind of pain–the flood, with nowhere else to circulate had to drip endlessly on the probably newly polished tiles, a part of him felt bad for dirtying the floor (it was bad enough that they, a filth, stepped foot in this part of the forts again). Teeth clenched in the obvious burning sensation, it was as if a mini waterfall of dripping crimson, “Hhhh…! I’m sorry… I’m sorry!” tears continued to trickle down their face; it was utterly pathetic but the feeling came too fast, a burning and electrifying feeling that had sent their senses haywire.

Though the missing part had returned, the pain still lingered akin to static. The scar from the recent whole cut still evident, blood still dripping though not as badly as a while ago. They immediately follow the Queen’s order; they stand and though hesitant, they show their cut wrist. A gulp could be heard. Ah, yes. They remember the last time they’d met, it wasn’t so awful, but not exactly pleasant and they still could not believe they just fled after being healed. The thought of their body being deformed was not a thought they could stomach and they were sure that the other fae had the capability of doing so to his body if they were not careful with their words and actions.

Sun Young Ri. The name felt heavy to be heard, “I… I uh, she—,” it was God awful how they could not lie and in this situation, it felt hard to avoid the whole ‘Well, she was tortured and somehow we became friends.’ Lorien tried to formulate words in their heard but no proper sentence could be made. “She… we—we know, I mean, we’re acquaintances of some sort…, I just thought that… maybe I could pay her a visit…” the fact that their heart could barely make him feel calm was already a problem to them, they had stumbled and repeated too many words. A shaky breath emitted from their lips, forcibly trying to calm themselves so not to look pathetic in front of the former Seelie Queen (but fear cannot be tamed, for it devours and devours until you are back to nothingness). “I just, really want to see Sun Young Ri, I just want to see if… if she’s been doing alright.”

The healing was quick and easy, even though it was painful for the receiver. Aibell's healing was extensive, but it came with a price - the price of pain for the glory of wholeness. She knew the range of her powers and even though she knew she could reach more, she did not. As her thirst for power would no doubt put her to more weight that was not of Seelie. Not of kin. Idly, Aibell wondered again to the time of eons ago, when they were younger. Aibell had healed him with no malice, guarded yes, but no malice- and little worry. Her heart was in the healing and her mind and soul followed.

At the present -at this display though, a different thought came, a thought that was born from war, hardships and challenges. Idly, she thought what if Lorien were to be her slave, to be her prisoner - or any Unseelie or being for that matter. She could heal them, and hurt them, and heal them as they have no choice. Pain would be suffering, death would be a mercy under her. There would be lingering love from her people, and fear to those who do not follow... respect would come as a prize from both. She could do it- she knew, if she deemed it just.

Her deep thought was contained as she healed the scar- the cuts starting to mend themselves and blend with the skin. The blood, as blood was also water seemd to evaporate in the air, leaving no trace of... issues.  The Queen's dark thoughts settled, and even though her face betrayed that her thoughts started to turn wicked, it did little to tarnish her usual facade of grace and beauty. With a wary and tired look she regarded the fae who seemed to truly be sorry - or maybe scared that he was found out.

With a composing breath, Aibell made sure that their moment would not be disturbed. That her 'visitor' would stay in the room whatever happened. She let their cries and pleads continue. Until they were able to compose themselves- "So tell me... Lorien" she stretched her words, spacing them with pauses and thoughts. "You said you were both of acquaintance? Why what does she do, what did she do rather while in the Unseelie Court? You know as well as I do that Fionn has been regarded with less than friendly stares, and although the Seelie Court has been courteous to him as he was to us, your court has always been- brutal, to say the least." Her voice turned softer, a worry now- where was her protector, what secrets have she deemed to keep? "If you were of acquaintance, then you would have know what she had been doing. Tell me, was our well-wishing welcome to Fionn also met with the same courtesy while in your court?"

Aibell would have a bone to pick with her sister, with the courts, with Sun - but not now, not yet. First she had to remove her feelings from the matter. Take them as observant information. There was an alliance, and it was her duty to keep the alliance prospering. Revenge was seen as a petty thing, but she was not just a queen after all, she was also of feelings, she was also a friend.