Raphael landed with a hushed whisper of leathery wings in the midst of a small grove of orange trees. The sweet smell of citrus flooded his senses as he cast his eyes about the shadows in search of either of his brothers who had agreed to meet him here. On any other night, on any other visit to the Summerlands, Raphael might have let himself enjoy the scent and the warmth of the eternal Summer breeze that rustled the leaves around him, but this was not another tonight. Tonight, their actions could very well change the course of fae history and set about a series of events that might very well reignite the Great Fae Wars. No pressure, he thought mildly to himself as he reached up and plucked a low hanging fruit made heavy by its ripening juices. If any other fae had asked him to join this mission he would have gone straight to the Erlking to stop this madness. But, not only had it been Lorcan - a man he saw as a brother - who had asked, but he had asked because of the crimes committed against his mate. A woman Raphael had also come to love as much as any sister.
At least with Raphael there, the puca reasoned, he might be able to be enough of a leash on Lorcan that their actions didn't start a war.
"I was beginning to think you'd had second thoughts" the inquisitor murmured as the shadows around him sung of Lorcan's arrival. Whilst their shadows were born of different Magicks, they reacted to one another in a way Raphael had not experienced with any other. It did make sensing him easy where most fae struggled. He took a bite out of the orange after idly tossing it in the air and catching it whilst watching Lorcan, and Sid, emerge from the edges of the grove where trees gave way to undulating darkness.
"I've located our male," his lips twisted at the bitterness of even calling such a creature a male after what he had done to a defenceless human woman. "He appears to be entertaining a small group of his closest friends. I couldn't see her among them however," the woman they all suspected had put Mercutio to the task in the first place. The Lady Armanthea.
At least with Raphael there, the puca reasoned, he might be able to be enough of a leash on Lorcan that their actions didn't start a war.
"I was beginning to think you'd had second thoughts" the inquisitor murmured as the shadows around him sung of Lorcan's arrival. Whilst their shadows were born of different Magicks, they reacted to one another in a way Raphael had not experienced with any other. It did make sensing him easy where most fae struggled. He took a bite out of the orange after idly tossing it in the air and catching it whilst watching Lorcan, and Sid, emerge from the edges of the grove where trees gave way to undulating darkness.
"I've located our male," his lips twisted at the bitterness of even calling such a creature a male after what he had done to a defenceless human woman. "He appears to be entertaining a small group of his closest friends. I couldn't see her among them however," the woman they all suspected had put Mercutio to the task in the first place. The Lady Armanthea.