Sir Evaline

She pursed her lips as she considered how to answer the other’s question. “I don’t care much for the Court life. I’ve been journeying for some time now, searching for…misplaced things.” Her words trailed off and a slightly irritated expression fell across her face. “Besides, if I had to sit around and listen to that nitwit Arabella talk about her stupid lilac flowers for another eon then I would probably leave the Court all together.”

When the other fairy complains about someone going on about flowers, Evaline can't help but smirk to herself. What else can you expect from the Spring Court? Although it's amusing that a Spring fairy seems about as fed up with such nonsense as non-Spring fae. 

"Why haven't you left properly, then? If you're not there much anyway..." Evaline doesn't hold any anticipation for striking up a friendship with the fairy, but she certainly doesn't want to offend her only guide, so she asks the question carefully. The idea of leaving any court intrigues her, mostly because such a thing simply isn't done in the Winter Court. 

Even the pretty ones can be awful. Don’t trust them just because they’re pretty.

“What would the rulers of the Winter Court have to say to those of the Spring?” Without giving the fairy a chance to answer—though Nichell doubted she would give an answer anyways—she waved her hand in a dismissive manner, brushing off her own question. “Never mind, I don’t really care. I’ve never been one to care much for the political side of things.”

Bouncing on her heel, Nichell turned back in the direction she had previously been walking in, calling back over her shoulder to the stranger.

“I have not been in the presences of the Spring Court for some time now, but I am traveling there for reasons. You may follow if you wish, or I can tell you that if you head off in this direction you may be able to find it yourself. While we fairies of the Spring Court do tend to like the company of others, we are also very good at hiding from those we do not wish to find us.”

The other fairy spins around and begins heading on her way, presumably. Evaline skips a step and swiftly moves to catch up. "I'll follow you, if that's acceptable," she says under her breath, more to herself than anything, as it seems that it doesn't matter to the fairy either way. But this will be an insufferable trip if she has to just follow in silence for the duration of the journey. Speaking a little louder this time, Evaline calls forward and asks, "If you're one of the Spring, why haven't you been at your Court?" 

"Only good ones, I hope."

She highly doubted it. A sparkling reputation never did anyone any good. And with the things Mephistopheles had done in her glorious career, well. She certainly had deserved every nightmarish story that came attached to her name. Names, after all, carried infinite power.

"I’m flattered by your wise choice, Sir Evaline."

A small lily white hand extended, a silent communication to go on. 

"I can only hope it will prove to be a wise choice in the end," Evaline replies. When the demon gestures for her to continue, she takes a moment to think about how she'd like to phrase her request before going on. "I am aware that I am only a young knight, but I have a strong allegiance to my rulers and my realm. But there are powers, and individuals, at work to undercut the system. And if the fae's courts should crumble into chaos, it would only lead to destruction for all of my kind." She pauses to make sure that Mephistopheles is following.  

"I know that as an Unseelie, it is... unbecoming, to work against ruin. But I believe that in the grand scheme of things, it is in our best interests to ensure that such ruin never occurs." Although her voice is cool and collected, Evaline's hands shake involuntarily, betraying her desperation. "Unfortunately, I am only one knight and can't do much alone to thwart the inevitable anarchy. But I have to believe there's a way to secure my court's stability. Would this be a situation that you, with all of your great power, could assist me with? And if so..." She swallows. "What could a lowly creature like me offer you in return?"

           the   fairy    would   straighten   her   posture,            TOWERING   over   the  red   haired  female,            as  her   hazel   eyes  would   look  down   to            her with no respect at all laying in them at all.

"What realm is this, may I ask? I will ask your pardon for my trespassing if it's deserved," she adds. 

Nichell walked through the trees silently, almost as if she were dancing to some unheard music that the wind was playing for her. Though the fae was short a pair of wings, there was no lack of fairy spirit in her.

 The fairy was so caught up in her silent wandering that she almost missed the sound of a snapping twig not too far from her. Almost. Stopping immediately where she stood, a stillness fell over the trees as she listened. 

 While it was well known throughout the Spring Court that Nichell was one of the more irresponsible fae, she was also one of the eldest and was sensible in her own ways. She listened without moving for a moment until another almost unheard sound hit her sensitive ears. Turning to the exact direction that the noise came from, Nichell tilted her head as she studied the trees for a moment before her own tinkling voice broke the silence. 

                                                        “I know you are there. Can I help you with something?”

She is so wrapped up in her own mental complaints that she doesn't realize anyone else is nearby until she hears a tinkling voice address her. Evaline can sense magic in the voice, and she carefully slips out from behind the tree to see an unfamiliar blonde fairy directly before her. She inclines her head slightly, just enough not to be rude. When she meets the other fairy's eyes, her gaze is careful and calculating. 

"I've been sent to deliver a message to the fae rulers of the Spring Court. Would you be willing to point me in the right direction?"

“me?”

she’d turned on the tips of her toes, eyes wide as she attempted to recall where exactly they could’ve met. but the moment saoirse realized the stranger isn’t human, she let out a small sigh. it was impossible to know who and what were hiding in the depths of the wood, and there was no way saoirse was going to risk letting any stray humans overhear of her attending revels.

"The pointed ears give it away. And I know I've seen you before. I rarely forget faces." Rapidly changing glamours made that a less useful skill than it may have been otherwise...       but still. 

"So who are you?" Flipping the knife idly between her fingers, Evaline continues. "And what, may I ask, are you doing alone this late? On the night of a        Wolf Moon, no less." She stills her hands and folds her arms over her chest, waiting curiously for an answer.  

Is it too much to ask for a normal life?

She folded her hands, never taking her eyes off the Unseelie. Truth be told, she had always had limited dealings with those outside her kin and kindred. She had made it her job to learn of them, their ways and cultures, but she was often too busy to truly delve into the workings of their nature. 

Her answer to the question was a simple one. A test, if you would. Would she know the name?

"Mephistopheles, at your service, Sir Evaline."

She gave a little bow at that, more wry than true.

She doesn't give Evaline an answer, but she does give her a name. Mephistopheles. It seems as though it's not just any demon she's summoned. "I've heard tales about you," Evaline says respectfully. And indeed, she had. She remembered an elven lord, a few decades back, had reported that he worked with the demon in question. It... hadn't ended well for him. But Evaline was certain she wouldn't make the same mistakes.

"The folk are renowned for making deals, but I believe you're the one I need to talk to about making mine." She pauses before continuing. "May I continue proposing my request?"

He was torn between looking and not looking at the newcomer, but, as always, curiosity got the better of him and he turned, easily met with a red-haired faery. Something in her told him that she was carrying orders as much as following them, and, at least compared to the one she had called Broskh, she was not just out to harass mortals. Or at least that was what he thought.

She waits for him to finish before she moves like a lightning bolt, her face just inches from his in a matter of milliseconds. Studying him curiously, she narrows her eyes. It had been no coincidence. And Evaline can tell that the mortal is either well-read on fairy lore - he caught himself before thanking her, though his recovery was slow - or there's more to him than meets the eye.

But something like satisfaction flashed in her eyes as the girl at least bent. Hm, it seemed she wasn’t completely unaware after all. The smile was unreal on her face, smooth as glass without the human imperfections to mar it such as wrinkles about the eyes. Ice and innocence, both the same thin, false veneer.

A tinkle of a laugh, and then she spoke in her soft, high pitched voice.

"Is it not politeness to introduce one’s self before asking it of another? Who is it that has summoned me?"

She continues, to answer the demon's question. "I am Sir Evaline of the Unseelie, one of the fae folk. We can do much, but I've been lead to believe that you can do... more. Am I mistaken?"