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The forests of The Falwood, the home of the Spring-- Such an everlasting fortress of nature; a final haven of untouched life that remained undaunted in the face of hastily growing civilization. In a world where new lands to explore and new air to breathe became less and less frequent with every passing cycle of the sun and the moon, that there remained a place where one could witness the earth as it was at birth was thanks only to the effort of the Fae who safeguarded this final bastion of purity from the corruption of the outside world. Those who traveled beyond the elven cities that dotted the tree-covered region could find the fruit of their effort, memories left locked away in the mist, pieces of history that remained only in song.
In its time, the great tower that sprung from the thick, misty treetops of the deepest forest's heart was considered a wonder of the world. Cherished by the Fae as a symbol of their prowess, worshipped by mortals as though the Gods themselves had planted it in the soil as an unbreakable connection between the realms of Heaven and Arethil.
The Tower in The Mist, or what was left of it, held a much greater significance to Nairth San'Seya, Ruler of The Spring; He'd been born in it's shadow, in the waning hours of the evening, in a bed of violet flowers that he preserved to this very day. This was where he'd met Illia, his lover. This had been where they joined one another for the first time of many, sparking a passion that would lead them to many children, and eventually, Nairth's own heartbreak.
Nairth was not dressed in the garb of a King as he approached one of the walls, reaching out to lean over it as he gazed at the crumbling and dilapidated Tower. His crown had been left at Grovehaven, and in the place of his gaudy robes of splendor were the modest cloth wraps of a simpler time, woven by his own hand long ago. San'Seya refused to return to this place as King. This sanctum, it was the only place he still felt as though he was himself, unburdened by the title of ruler.
The occasion for his return? An unusual one, to say the very least.
Again the Wild Hunt had come and gone, and once again it had introduced an interesting twist of fate, just as it had once before. A young Leannan Sidhe, a woman named Solenne had fought his eye. She was an interesting one, unlike many of the leannan he'd come to know in his time in the Spring. Solenne was mysterious, somewhat secretive when it came to herself, but what stood out about her was her thirst for knowledge of the unknown. No, not the unknown, but the known by few. The Leannan all fed off of specific things to thrive, and through his interactions with Solenne, it had become clear that her lifeblood was that of secrecy.
Nairth had danced with her, to the music inspired by this very place. It was pleasant, and the King, never one to turn his nose up at companionship, offered to show her the song's namesake. She could tuck this place into her collection of little-known secrets, and He could find some solace in her company, without the bothersome weight of rulership on his shoulders, even if only for a moment.
Before he left the Hunt, he'd given her the path, spoken to her the instructions. Now, he awaited the Sidhe, eyes staring solemnly up into the mist.
Solenne
In its time, the great tower that sprung from the thick, misty treetops of the deepest forest's heart was considered a wonder of the world. Cherished by the Fae as a symbol of their prowess, worshipped by mortals as though the Gods themselves had planted it in the soil as an unbreakable connection between the realms of Heaven and Arethil.
The Tower in The Mist, or what was left of it, held a much greater significance to Nairth San'Seya, Ruler of The Spring; He'd been born in it's shadow, in the waning hours of the evening, in a bed of violet flowers that he preserved to this very day. This was where he'd met Illia, his lover. This had been where they joined one another for the first time of many, sparking a passion that would lead them to many children, and eventually, Nairth's own heartbreak.
Nairth was not dressed in the garb of a King as he approached one of the walls, reaching out to lean over it as he gazed at the crumbling and dilapidated Tower. His crown had been left at Grovehaven, and in the place of his gaudy robes of splendor were the modest cloth wraps of a simpler time, woven by his own hand long ago. San'Seya refused to return to this place as King. This sanctum, it was the only place he still felt as though he was himself, unburdened by the title of ruler.
The occasion for his return? An unusual one, to say the very least.
Again the Wild Hunt had come and gone, and once again it had introduced an interesting twist of fate, just as it had once before. A young Leannan Sidhe, a woman named Solenne had fought his eye. She was an interesting one, unlike many of the leannan he'd come to know in his time in the Spring. Solenne was mysterious, somewhat secretive when it came to herself, but what stood out about her was her thirst for knowledge of the unknown. No, not the unknown, but the known by few. The Leannan all fed off of specific things to thrive, and through his interactions with Solenne, it had become clear that her lifeblood was that of secrecy.
Nairth had danced with her, to the music inspired by this very place. It was pleasant, and the King, never one to turn his nose up at companionship, offered to show her the song's namesake. She could tuck this place into her collection of little-known secrets, and He could find some solace in her company, without the bothersome weight of rulership on his shoulders, even if only for a moment.
Before he left the Hunt, he'd given her the path, spoken to her the instructions. Now, he awaited the Sidhe, eyes staring solemnly up into the mist.
Solenne
