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The large fae stared at her for a moment after she repeated for him what she had said before. He had indeed heard her correctly. She said she was pregnant. Another fae child growing towards birth into the world. A rare enough event given their numbers despite how promiscuous of a race they were...

The large fae just stood there looking down at his companion following how she placed her hand on her stomach then spoke her words to him. No thoughts processing in his brain. The man might as well be an actual moth trying to not be seen at the moment from as much activity as he seemed to have...

Their dance continued and Ethir showed signs of improvement. Wonderful. Perhaps she would be up for further dancing in the future. There was always some ball or event to join with the fae. Getting her to socialize would do her some good instead of letting her hole herself up like he already was...

The pink shade and absence of retort towards a particular portion of his teasing did not go unnoticed. A slight smirk still upon his lips. He also focused on his meal and drink in silence. There was no needs for words right now and there would be a need to talk over the drunken crowd and bard if...

The larger fae was certainly out of practice when it came to dancing, but it returned to him quickly. As it did he was making more of an effort to help guide Ethir through the steps so that she might learn how to stop stepping upon his toes. An action he felt she held no remorse towards. Likely...

A slight smirk crossed Quacey's lips. Mischief was on his mind after her words. The sentiment was heard and taken to heart. The fact she felt she could trust him enough to stay with him for now and enjoyed his company made things so far worth it. Duty brought satisfaction, but words of...

Balls and festivals were a large part of his youth. Quacey was expected to be graceful upon his feet no matter if his hands were wrapped around an opponent or around a partner. Members of the more noble duanann had to be social by nature as well as strong in some field. His mother had expected...

The fae shook his head in response to her question. "I wish to respect your example this evening." That truly was the answer. He just wanted to skip out on the wine as she had chosen to first. A small form of support for her independence. True independence never hinged on the large decisions...

To say his companion had been a bit odd would be a jest. Ethir was rather odd for one of their kind on principle alone. Her life had not been an easy one and she had been forced into a profession not of her choosing. Yet she adapted and survived as best she could. A mark of inner strength that...

The large fae made the same order with only a single alteration after she had. He asked for a fruit tea with honey instead. The woman just gave them a nod and made her way back through the handsy crowd as quickly as she could. A look of being grateful neither Quacey nor Ethir had decided they...

The large crowd was indeed a bit overwhelming for one use to traversing the dark places of the world and the isolated peace of a mountain home. The most excitement Quacey was use to wading through was the tourneys and competitions commonly held by his own people. But they held a vastly different...

"Often the rumblings of the mountain are missed by the hills." Quacey responded simply and in a purposefully cryptic way. The way his eyes glanced upon her and the tone of his voice testament to his desire to irritate her by doing so. The tunic was taken and he dressed himself. The pair went...

The fae held his gaze out upon the dueling arena. The victor was onto his next match. A good series of wins, but he was moving slower. Taking more time for his actions. A sign of preservation. His fatigue had begun and he wished to stall it as much as possible. Recover where and while he could...

The fae frowned slightly behind his mask. Her words having an effect upon him. "My face is not stern. There is nothing to snap by approaching and speaking with me. I am always polite with strangers." Quacey didn't know why her comment annoyed him so much but it did. "Perhaps they are...

The fae nodded to her response. He walked towards the door and placed his hand upon the handle then paused. Wood was more difficult than ground and stone to feel vibrations through. Things felt hollow and bouncy. As if walking upon bundles of tubs that felt as if they would flex yet never did...