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The winds of change were blowing more recklessly with every passing day. Events that threatened to shake the lives of Spring Fae, and in particular the life of one particular Duanann, were fast approaching. Life is beauty. Those were the words that he'd lived by for ages, generation after generation he was fueled by his love of life, the beauty that it created on this planet that all beings roamed. Nairth San'Seya was a being of incredible strength, to be sure. However, that strength meant nothing without the air that filled his lungs with every breath, without the grass between his toes and the sun at his back. He often wondered why his Fae brethren were so insistent on spending all of their time making paltry deals with mortals, politicking amongst each other, and vying for things as fickle as power. Nairth needed none of it, he need only be at one with the world around him to find a semblance of peace.
Now though, the free-spirited soul of Nairth San'Seya was due to be set along a very specific path. He spoke often and passionately about his love for Arethil, and now the fates had sent him a trial through which his love would be tested. The tall, silver-haired Fae was perched so precariously on a thick branch protruding from just one of the many trees that surrounded the nature-filled thicket that he called home, a cacophony of sounds-- chirps, calls and barks alike, echoed underneath him as the children of his grove lived without worry of pain or death by the tip of a blade or arrow. His bare feet dug against the bark of the limb, perched precariously near the edge. Nairth enjoyed balance exercises; if one could control their breathing, they could remain perfectly motionless, taking only a single breath every minute. It was a difficult skill to learn, but San'Seya found it to be relaxing. Something co calm his nerves was what he needed...
It had only been several fortnights since he had attended that ball, the first of many events his King had sent him on in his stead. At the time, all had seemed well. Nairth had deemed it to be Oberon's attempt to encourage Nairth to be more proactive within the Fae. However, reading the tome that now rested in his arm and cradled like a child over and over again, it was dawning on the Duanann that it had only been the beginning. The High Omnia had delivered these to him, rather than Oberon, and that had perhaps been the most damning evidence of all...
Nairth San'Seya would soon be expected to seize the crown.
It was all happening too fast, even for a being such as he, who lived for generations. First that fascinating human, visiting his grove and speaking words of rebellion into his ear. Then there was the increase in violence among the lesser Fae whom he allowed home within his forest, attacking without reason. Then whatever role the enigmatic, unpredictable Isiell played in all of it. There had been a time when Nairth did little more than bask in the peace of his grove, letting the sun bathe his skin, the water cleanse him of his darker thoughts, and nature to soothe his loneliness. When he had dared to stare out at the world beyond his forest at last, it stared back at him with a gaze most piercing.
Closing the tome, the nude figure of the Duanann would hold it aloft, whispering silently into the wind as he lifted one muscular leg off of the branch. A shriek would tear through the air, as a mighty hawk, larger than any that could possibly be natural, swept down to clutch the massive tome in it's gargantuan talons, carrying the important document to the ground safely as Nairth allowed himself to tilt, plummeting off the side of the branch, closing his eyes and exhaling for what seemed the first time in hours as he hit the water of the lake beneath him, sinking beneath the crystal blue surface so that the water may wash away the stress of his morning exercise.
Stress. When was the last time he felt so stressed?
Isiell
Now though, the free-spirited soul of Nairth San'Seya was due to be set along a very specific path. He spoke often and passionately about his love for Arethil, and now the fates had sent him a trial through which his love would be tested. The tall, silver-haired Fae was perched so precariously on a thick branch protruding from just one of the many trees that surrounded the nature-filled thicket that he called home, a cacophony of sounds-- chirps, calls and barks alike, echoed underneath him as the children of his grove lived without worry of pain or death by the tip of a blade or arrow. His bare feet dug against the bark of the limb, perched precariously near the edge. Nairth enjoyed balance exercises; if one could control their breathing, they could remain perfectly motionless, taking only a single breath every minute. It was a difficult skill to learn, but San'Seya found it to be relaxing. Something co calm his nerves was what he needed...
It had only been several fortnights since he had attended that ball, the first of many events his King had sent him on in his stead. At the time, all had seemed well. Nairth had deemed it to be Oberon's attempt to encourage Nairth to be more proactive within the Fae. However, reading the tome that now rested in his arm and cradled like a child over and over again, it was dawning on the Duanann that it had only been the beginning. The High Omnia had delivered these to him, rather than Oberon, and that had perhaps been the most damning evidence of all...
Nairth San'Seya would soon be expected to seize the crown.
It was all happening too fast, even for a being such as he, who lived for generations. First that fascinating human, visiting his grove and speaking words of rebellion into his ear. Then there was the increase in violence among the lesser Fae whom he allowed home within his forest, attacking without reason. Then whatever role the enigmatic, unpredictable Isiell played in all of it. There had been a time when Nairth did little more than bask in the peace of his grove, letting the sun bathe his skin, the water cleanse him of his darker thoughts, and nature to soothe his loneliness. When he had dared to stare out at the world beyond his forest at last, it stared back at him with a gaze most piercing.
Closing the tome, the nude figure of the Duanann would hold it aloft, whispering silently into the wind as he lifted one muscular leg off of the branch. A shriek would tear through the air, as a mighty hawk, larger than any that could possibly be natural, swept down to clutch the massive tome in it's gargantuan talons, carrying the important document to the ground safely as Nairth allowed himself to tilt, plummeting off the side of the branch, closing his eyes and exhaling for what seemed the first time in hours as he hit the water of the lake beneath him, sinking beneath the crystal blue surface so that the water may wash away the stress of his morning exercise.
Stress. When was the last time he felt so stressed?
Isiell