Mai_able
Forest Faerie
Katyr was walking down the hall mulling over the events that seemed to fill the day. He had heard the news from his mother, other than him being convinced not to cause an issue with Archie last night he had spent the night worrying about his dearest little sister. She was fragile, and full of hope and fantasies. Something the current situations were preventing. Between that human prince’s imprisonment and them being framed for an attack, Katyr felt himself become more restless by the second. Letting out a sigh he made his was to the Elven rest area, a designated spot for them to rest amongst themselves, two guards were stationed on either side of the entrance. Katyr nodded to the guards as he walked past them.
“Prince Katyr!”
Katyr turned his head hearing his name being yelled. It was not a familiar voice but seeing as how they used prince it must have been a human. “Tch.” The clink of the guards blocking the way caused him to look up, seeing one of the younger princes Katyr furrowed his brows, he was going to tell the guards to dismiss him until he heard the boy utter Sarya’s name.
“You need to get Sarya and- “
Katyr could not help but growl and glare at the boy, his frantic words and flustered actions were just confusing.
“Keep her name from your mouth.” He hissed out as he stared at the boy, but his anger slowly subsided as he saw the torment in his eyes. When the boy’s sentence stopped, and he chose not to continue Katyr stood straighter, “What about Sar-“ His words fell short as the boy turned from frantic to composed in almost an instant. It was. Unnatural. Katyr stared at the spot the boy was in for a moment, “What the hell?” He clicked his tongue before walking towards the entrance, the guards tried to protest but Katyr silenced them with a wave of his hand. But walking into the hallway the boy was nowhere he could see. Katyr ran a hand through his hair placing his hand over his mouth as he thought.
“What the hell was that brat talking about? Why would I need to get Sarya?”
The more he thought the more frustrated he was. With everything going on this was the worst time for something like this to happen. He rushed out of the rest area and down the hall towards his chambers, his worry grew until he reached his room. Out of breath he leaned against the door frame looking up at his sleeping wife and their child. He let out a sigh and walked over kissing them on top of their heads before running a hand through his hair. He walked back out of the room in hope of bumping into the young prince again.
“Damn crazy brat making a fuss for no reason.”
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After reporting his findings to Kolvar, and then hearing Grykail being summoned by King Alistair, Uluc had reluctantly returned to his chambers. Mostly at Kolvar’s request to cool his head. Uluc hated the restless feeling this situation was inducing, he preferred things driven by impulse and impatient as he was, he could not just accuse Delafontaine without proper evidence. Though he would have like to, Kolvar urged otherwise. Regardless, Uluc needed answers. Thinking about it objectively there was one person that might have been helpful. Collecting himself her left his chambers and headed towards the prison. Ever since this whole problem occurred, the whole lodge had been littered with guards. Uluc dismissed his in an instant once he made his way outside.
As he approached the prison-like forest he nodded to the guards as he walked past, making his way inside. Though he was here for business he admired the building, of course because he had built it himself. As he passed each empty cell, he thought about what secrets the boy would tell him, as it was, they were on opposite sides. But surely, the boy being locked up was not something he would have known beforehand. Uluc let out another sigh as he reached a cell guarded by one of his own. He whispered for the guard to wait a bit away from them. The guard nodded moving a distance away. Uluc stood in front of his cell, staring at the boys back as he investigated the water basin. Clearing his throat, he lowered his hand to his sides.
“Quite the day it seems, young prince.”
He spoke firmly, it was not that he disliked the young prince. But, from the boy’s prior actions he could not say he favored him. In the end, if the boy were betrayed by his grandfather, he would be of use to him.
“I’ve only come to talk; your trial is still time away.”
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By the time Elora reached King Alistair’s chambers, Seamus had already returned from giving Grykail the handkerchief. Seamus simply told her that Hulda had left the King’s quarters to her own chambers. Elora gave him a thanks before asking directions. She followed the way he directed thanking him again before making her way down the hall. She hoped Hulda would have the answers she was missing; she was mostly hoping the woman would not turn her away simply because of what had happened. It was not as though she needed clarification, but with everything going on someone who would give her honest answers regardless of her emotions. Something she was not sure her family, or even Archie would give.
When she reached Hulda’s door she took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders before taking a hesitant knock on her door.
“L-lady Hulda, it is me. Princess E-Elora, I-I wish to speak to you. I-If possible.”
She inwardly cursed the stuttering that came from her lips, she was nervous. Something that could not be helped.
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Grykail all but had to drag Alaisanna down the hall. It was not long after they left her chambers that they bumped into Seamus. Glancing at his hand, Grykail noticed the cloth in his hand, which he only assumed was the handkerchief. He thanked Seamus as the butler passed the cloth to him. Alaisanna glanced at the cloth and then Seamus, she was displeased with the entire thing but chose to keep her mouth shut. Grykail did not hesitate to pull her along by her wrist once more when Seamus left, Alaisanna huffed at the action but followed along as she could.
“I’m assuming you haven’t used your powers.” Grykail glanced back at Alaisanna who only stared at him blankly.
“If I had, we wouldn’t have gotten into this mess.” She all but hissed the words at him. Just a glimpse into time could have prevented this. Though the cost of using that power was her energy, depending on how much she saw she may faint or worse. After a few more moments trailing down the winding hallways they finally reached the human infirmary. Grykail stopped outside the infirmary and let Alaisanna’s wrist go. Lifting his other hand he knocked softly on the doorframe.
“Excuse me?”
“Prince Katyr!”
Katyr turned his head hearing his name being yelled. It was not a familiar voice but seeing as how they used prince it must have been a human. “Tch.” The clink of the guards blocking the way caused him to look up, seeing one of the younger princes Katyr furrowed his brows, he was going to tell the guards to dismiss him until he heard the boy utter Sarya’s name.
“You need to get Sarya and- “
Katyr could not help but growl and glare at the boy, his frantic words and flustered actions were just confusing.
“Keep her name from your mouth.” He hissed out as he stared at the boy, but his anger slowly subsided as he saw the torment in his eyes. When the boy’s sentence stopped, and he chose not to continue Katyr stood straighter, “What about Sar-“ His words fell short as the boy turned from frantic to composed in almost an instant. It was. Unnatural. Katyr stared at the spot the boy was in for a moment, “What the hell?” He clicked his tongue before walking towards the entrance, the guards tried to protest but Katyr silenced them with a wave of his hand. But walking into the hallway the boy was nowhere he could see. Katyr ran a hand through his hair placing his hand over his mouth as he thought.
“What the hell was that brat talking about? Why would I need to get Sarya?”
The more he thought the more frustrated he was. With everything going on this was the worst time for something like this to happen. He rushed out of the rest area and down the hall towards his chambers, his worry grew until he reached his room. Out of breath he leaned against the door frame looking up at his sleeping wife and their child. He let out a sigh and walked over kissing them on top of their heads before running a hand through his hair. He walked back out of the room in hope of bumping into the young prince again.
“Damn crazy brat making a fuss for no reason.”
______
After reporting his findings to Kolvar, and then hearing Grykail being summoned by King Alistair, Uluc had reluctantly returned to his chambers. Mostly at Kolvar’s request to cool his head. Uluc hated the restless feeling this situation was inducing, he preferred things driven by impulse and impatient as he was, he could not just accuse Delafontaine without proper evidence. Though he would have like to, Kolvar urged otherwise. Regardless, Uluc needed answers. Thinking about it objectively there was one person that might have been helpful. Collecting himself her left his chambers and headed towards the prison. Ever since this whole problem occurred, the whole lodge had been littered with guards. Uluc dismissed his in an instant once he made his way outside.
As he approached the prison-like forest he nodded to the guards as he walked past, making his way inside. Though he was here for business he admired the building, of course because he had built it himself. As he passed each empty cell, he thought about what secrets the boy would tell him, as it was, they were on opposite sides. But surely, the boy being locked up was not something he would have known beforehand. Uluc let out another sigh as he reached a cell guarded by one of his own. He whispered for the guard to wait a bit away from them. The guard nodded moving a distance away. Uluc stood in front of his cell, staring at the boys back as he investigated the water basin. Clearing his throat, he lowered his hand to his sides.
“Quite the day it seems, young prince.”
He spoke firmly, it was not that he disliked the young prince. But, from the boy’s prior actions he could not say he favored him. In the end, if the boy were betrayed by his grandfather, he would be of use to him.
“I’ve only come to talk; your trial is still time away.”
_______
By the time Elora reached King Alistair’s chambers, Seamus had already returned from giving Grykail the handkerchief. Seamus simply told her that Hulda had left the King’s quarters to her own chambers. Elora gave him a thanks before asking directions. She followed the way he directed thanking him again before making her way down the hall. She hoped Hulda would have the answers she was missing; she was mostly hoping the woman would not turn her away simply because of what had happened. It was not as though she needed clarification, but with everything going on someone who would give her honest answers regardless of her emotions. Something she was not sure her family, or even Archie would give.
When she reached Hulda’s door she took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders before taking a hesitant knock on her door.
“L-lady Hulda, it is me. Princess E-Elora, I-I wish to speak to you. I-If possible.”
She inwardly cursed the stuttering that came from her lips, she was nervous. Something that could not be helped.
_______
Grykail all but had to drag Alaisanna down the hall. It was not long after they left her chambers that they bumped into Seamus. Glancing at his hand, Grykail noticed the cloth in his hand, which he only assumed was the handkerchief. He thanked Seamus as the butler passed the cloth to him. Alaisanna glanced at the cloth and then Seamus, she was displeased with the entire thing but chose to keep her mouth shut. Grykail did not hesitate to pull her along by her wrist once more when Seamus left, Alaisanna huffed at the action but followed along as she could.
“I’m assuming you haven’t used your powers.” Grykail glanced back at Alaisanna who only stared at him blankly.
“If I had, we wouldn’t have gotten into this mess.” She all but hissed the words at him. Just a glimpse into time could have prevented this. Though the cost of using that power was her energy, depending on how much she saw she may faint or worse. After a few more moments trailing down the winding hallways they finally reached the human infirmary. Grykail stopped outside the infirmary and let Alaisanna’s wrist go. Lifting his other hand he knocked softly on the doorframe.
“Excuse me?”