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Irkalla appeared to take in a deep breath. She raised a hand. The shimmering moon upon the lake's surface could be seen just beyond her arm - and it moved as the water in the lake did as well. "Go to the Autumn Court," Irkalla commanded with a hoarse voice. The moths surrounding the two...

A moth fluttered across Curcurbita's view. The pumpkin repeated his greeting. Somberness returned to Irkalla's face. "Do not mind my appearance," Irkalla ordered him. A brown moth floated over to Curcurbita to land on the stem of his gourd. "You should go before you are late," Irkalla...

When Curcurbita asked for Irkalla's name, her head sunk as it remained turned toward the lake. A gentle breeze picked up - caressing the water's surface. "Call me Irkalla," she commanded. Her glowing eyes turned to Curcurbita. "If you can remember, scream it and I shall appear," she told...

"That is far less important for you to attempt to remember than to keep them away from the heat," Irkalla replied as she looked out toward the lake's horizon once more. The tips of Irkalla's wings dipped returned to the water. A few seconds passed. Then, Irkalla softly told Curcurbita, "You...

With Irkalla's Oath spoken, the lake returned to a serene stillness. "As you are Anshqala, I too see a path where I need not raise my blade in your defense," Irkalla told Curcurbita. Irkalla slowly sat back down upon the boulder she stood on. Her hands - with the dead moth mother held within -...

"Not sick. She and the others have no mouth," Irkalla informed Curcurbita when he questioned why the moth died. When asked of the oath's details, Irkalla finally stood up. With her feet upon a boulder, her head stood above that of Curcurbita's. She looked down upon the other Fae. "This is an...

Irkalla did not give an immediate or quick reply to Curcurbita. She looked down upon the now dead mother moth. She cupped the moth with both hands with the most gentleness one could muster. A long blink of her fiery eyes followed. "There is nothing to tell me, Pumpkin," Irkalla finally replied...

The moth nestled itself deep within Curcurbita's vines and laid a clutch of eggs. "They shall hatch within a fortnight and begin to feast and weave," Irkalla told Curcurbita. The mother moth, with her duty completed, emerged from Curcurbita and began a flight back toward Irkalla. "And will...

With Curcurbita's answer, Irkalla stretched out the hand that held the white silkmoth. "Take this one's eggs into your vines," she told him. The water near the lake's edge began to vibrate. The moths on and around Curcurbita continuously fluttered their wings - even if just resting on the...

"If your moth's help me to remember would you know what they discover?" "No," Irkalla gave as a simple, terse answer. Lifting the white moth up to her eye line, Irkalla gestured her head to it. "This one is ready to lay her eggs," she began, "If her children feast on your flesh, string their...

"If you knew, I mean if the only proof of your own past was that you did something too terrible to remember... would you want to know what it was?" "You don't even question if you're the monster or victim?" Irkalla snapped. Irkalla's gaze still fixed itself upon the white moth she pet. Its...

Curcurbita asked his question. Then seconds of silence slipped by as Irkalla stared at the pumpkin-headed fae. "Would it matter?" Irkalla finally asked in reply. Irkalla brought the white moth that sat on her hand earlier before her. She gently stroked it with her finger as she looked upon it...

As Curcurbita answered Irkalla, her eyes squinted as she continued to look out to the glistening lake. A long blink followed along with a frown. "I try not to dwell on it." "Not that you can," said Irkalla. A white moth floated toward Irkalla. She raised a hand for it to land on and brought...

One of the moths that landed on Curcurbita began to rub its own "hands" back and forth. Irkalla's eyes focused on the creature and lifted a finger. An ethereal trail in the air formed in the path of her gesture. The moth's wings fluttered as it sat on Curcurbita. "They won't bother you,"...

As Curcurbita spoke out, a brown moth fluttered over toward Irkalla's head. It sat upon her cheek and stretched its wings - covering Irkalla's face from Curcurbita's view. A pair of "eyes" painted upon the moth's wings met the fellow fae instead. "Pumpkin," Irkalla addressed her new guest as...