#zahryaofspring

"Zahrya!" Delight fills her features as she sees the Spring fey amidst the crowd of party goers. There is a brief gut reaction that makes her want to frown, but she ignores it, finding it entirely too odd when there is nothing to be afraid regarding the fey before her. Rather, he had always seemed to have special care for faiman, and she is glad to see him. "How are you fairing? Sorry I haven't been able to visit, I can't—," Cloe frowns, puzzled as to why she had been about to say that she can't visit the Faerie's King Forest. Why couldn't she? She and Mery are friends! "I actually don't know why I haven't visit, huh."

"I admit, it is rather impressive to have named yourself a god of fertility and have your Court accept it without complains," Robin admits idly as she comes to stand next to the Dawn Chancellor. Impressive, but ultimately rather annoying too, to see his delusions reach higher and higher everyday. Alas, they do need his expertise, so she can't help but hope that his delusions solidify into something more solid than his own children. It is all good to see more of his children running around, but they need an overall population boom as well. "I will not be praying to you, but I nonetheless hope that your will manifests in a boom of children in all courts."

where? the faerie queen’s forest, spring’s gardens

Robin has rarely been one for pensive moods, not when she could be doing productive or interesting with her time. And yet, things have slowly been devolving since the moment she returned to Rome, leaving her off balance. It comes at no surprise, then, that she has taken to wander the newly deemed faerie queen’s forest. She is on the Spring’s Gardens, sitting next to a pond as some of the dandelion hedgehogs nap next to her, when she hears a familiar set of steps approach. For a moment she does not look from where she is petting one of the little dears, but then she slowly raises her head and nods at the other Chancellor.

where? Isabella’s office

Isabella watches as her patient leaves in a rush and sighs, making a mental note to contact them later and refer them to one of her colleagues as she is sure any sort of trust between the two of them was gone the moment the Spring Chancellor popped into existence in the middle of their session. She would have tried to kick Zahrya out, but frankly, she had heard rumors about his behavior and they don’t bode anything good. That, and if he is seeking her out, it means he wants to talk, even if he denies the fact that he so very clearly needs her services. She made an oath to her patients, and she will do everything to keep it even when they themselves do not see themselves as her patients.

“Greetings Spring Chancellor,” she greets, once the door closes behind her other patient, eyes moving back to the fey that had appeared in the middle of her office by an act of magic. “How can I be of service on this fine morning? Did you want to discuss something?”