Recent content by Fiadh

Both? The ability to shape light from Fiadh and the ability to shape darkness from Lorcan. A very unique mix of abilities. It was always the manipulation of one or the other, never really both. It opened up a whole new list of questions. On what cycles did her power wax and wane? What symptoms...

Fiadh was not about to admit that she was terribly out of the loop, but she also couldn’t lie. She sniffed hautily, a gesture that betrayed her vain nature. “I am not privy to the more intimate details as I imagine you must be, but everyone knows about the Erlking and his son.” There. That was...

Fiadh grinned wider and wider hearing about Maeve's dreams. Sunshine. The isles. And flying! She had been having the dreams too! How odd. The older she got and the more she learned about magick, the less she seemed to understand it or what her father had done to create something so powerful and...

Make yourself at home. She did not think he meant it literally. He must have been truly upset by this turn of events to discard his careful, precise wording in favor of a casual statement as he made his escape. Fiadh nodded and smiled pleasantly in response to his offer, but she watched him go...

“May I call you Liath?” he asked, returning his tea to the table. There was very little conveyed in his level expression, but he smiled gently and listened to Liath without interruption. There was, however, cunning calculation in the way he watched him. “The isles of Delbhna and its infamous...

Fiadh nodded, looking to Lorcán. At least he was discussing it with her instead of trying to smite her for it. A better reaction than she had expected, in all honesty. “And a fair portion of my own, if she is manifesting powers.” And what a repertoire she had. Both darkness and light. It was...

Maeve seemed desperate to confess and Fiadh listened, nodding and responding with simple sounds where appropriate. By the time she had finished, Fiadh was sitting back in the sofa with one leg folded elegantly over the other. A warming spell kept the tea in her hands warm though barely more than...

Gods, this poor girl was struggling. Fiadh felt a pang of pity for her situation. Pulled out of the mortal world and thrust into that of the fae, where a god she had once worshiped was now a peer of sorts. It scraped at Fiadh’s better senses and, had she been anyone else, she might have sneered...

She was definitely done talking to the prince. Everything about it was her concern! This girl was supposed to be human. Humans didn't just turn into fae. That wasn't a thing, wasn't possible. And yet she was looking right at the proof that yes, it definitely was. More to the point, this woman...

"Your mate?!" Fiadh blurted, her disbelief and confusion twisting toward anger. She watched them, watched him with a growing scowl. "None of my concern?!" She echoed every word with greater offense. She wasn't afraid of shadows and darkness. Fiadh stepped closer, her chin high. "This woman is...

A princess? So it was a wife or a daughter! Or a sister that Midir had hidden from the rest of the world. A sister or daughter seemed far more likely than a mate or a wife. "How delightful." How horrible it was going to be to never tell anyone about this. For being a secret house in the middle...

The magick prickled up her arm to her shoulder where she felt it unfurl in little ringlets of warmth. The edges of leafy vines laden with berries peeked out of the wide collar of her gown. Fiadh grinned. A promise written in magick, not ink. Then there was that awful word again. No. She had not...

One final caveat regarding his home. It seemed like an obvious thing, requesting that she be a proper, polite guest, but he was quick to make it a binding part of their agreement. That only fed her curiosity more. "Of course." Fiadh’s smile broadened and she nodded, her billowing curls...

Fiadh pursed her lips again. She crossed her arms and one finger curled against her chin as she pondered these terms. Not ideal if she decided that she did want to take her thing home. There was some wiggle room in it, but not much. It only seemed natural that the son of the Erlking might be...

No? She was not accustomed to the word. It made her temper flare, kept in tight check if not for her pursed lips. “Because whatever it is, it’s been reaching out to me. Night and day, it is always tugging at my mind. I didn’t lose anything and didn’t make anything, yet I’m plagued by its...