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"You speak in the language of the wilds and winds," Eske remarked gently, a somber smile passing over memory of many who spoke much the same, "be they untamed by man, beast, and God. Borrowed for but a time, then loosed upon whim and want and the flow of the ley." "Such adventures they have..."...

How unusual it was for another to recognize the silent plea for help any creature emanated when faced with the insurmountable. Eske offered him a weary smile, finding the propriety of his greeting a bit tedious if only for the fact that so many other things required her attention. Things more...

Eske offered the elf a wordless smile, one that neither confirmed nor denied his first question, but plainly said in the most diplomatic of ways that he did not need to know the answer. Her gaze followed his own back to the fight in question, watching dispassionately as the King of Dawn made...

The newly risen Triumvir watched the newly crowned King of Spring with a world-weary gaze. He was doing well on this day, entreating his guests as he should, and she felt guilty for taking his time away from them. As guilty as she felt taking time away from Mirlorne. Alas, the responsibilities...

"Mirlorne. Like the forest?" Eske's smile grew faintly at the recognition of the elf to her home, "Yes," she intoned fondly, "the very same." Though she would have gladly listened to whatever tale the stranger had to tell, it would have been telling of her own nature. The quiet and solitude...

Eske's footsteps slowed as they entered the central atrium of the Mirlorne estate. Ancient trees held a veritable city of white aloft within their branches, elegantly grown and intertwined in strong but detailed architecture. "You must prepare and ready for a long journey. Understand this...

"If anyone can find this man, it is Baenon, but he will need your help along the way. Ten years cold ... he does not possess the powers you do to find the clues that lay hidden by time." Eske's tone continued to grow ever weary, but her gentle grip on her acolyte's arm did not waver. She lead...

She took the orb from her pupil without haste but tender care, a deep frown settling into her voice, "Detlan...I know this name..." and the distant wandering of a tone that suggested she traversed those same memories Aster had just witnessed within her own mind. Silence reigned as the younger...

The flashes of memories came relentlessly, endlessly. A torrent as unforgiving as a raging ocean wave. Eske watched her Acolyte strain under the onslaught, knowing well what it was she experienced. There was too much to take in all at once, and not even Eske could sift through it all on her own...

Reserved she was, even with the many compliments from the new King of the Spring Court, Eske dipped her head with a smile that was warm and glad to hear them. Nairth was quick with his charms and skilled with his words, she did not doubt that he caught many a Court Lady blushing with them. Yet...

Eske watched her Acolyte with a tethered, weary gaze. So much of the trust, hope, and belief placed into her hands by Aster and the rest of the Duskirae ... even her sister. Despite them being of equal power and gifts, Vashe had always deferred to Eske as the greater Seer of them both. To her...

"Your word is your bond," Eske responded with a practiced fae closing to an oath or promise, "with the moons as our witness, so it is said, so it is done. Come." Aster would feel her mentor at her side again, guiding her further still into the heartgrove of Mirlorne. Nature shifted around them...

"I know the hour is late. Thank you for coming." Twilight lay heavy on the deep forests of Mirlorne, a gentle quiet seeping into every corner of the wood. Eske's voice echoed softly in the clearing, a place that Aster had never once been invited to before. Further into the heart of the grove...

Eske had found herself lost in the complicated array of happenings around her. Voices echoing, bodies arriving, the entire foundation of their surroundings shifting and molding. Magic ran rampant and much like the hall had a mind and soul of its own, did it evolve to suit the needs of its...

Seated as an honored guest of the King directly to his throne's left, High Omnia Eske watched with quiet regard as the half-giant made his entrance. Hers was a gaze of distant wisdoms and lingering visions. Not just but an hour ago had she her private audience with Andronicus for the annual...