Fae Courts Trophy Hunted

[Ceinwyn]

Ceinwyn blushed, and then became embarassed that she had blushed, and flushed harder. She turned abruptly away from Razareal and his very pleasant voice and his very kind words and took a few steps forwards. "Here," she said, squatting down within a tight gathering of bushes that shielded three sides of a small mossy clearing. "I have collected some mushrooms and berries over the past couple of days, they may be to your liking. Though, I don't think you would enjoy the lily leaves... your kind-- high fae usually do not." She corrected her language, burning an even darker shade of red now.

She set out a small collection of freshly plucked red and black berries alongside a smattering of plump mushroom caps. "They are safe to eat," she assured Razareal. She pulled out a small handful of light green leaves from her satchel and bit off the end of one, flashing a momentary glimpse of the small, vestigial fangs behind her lips.

Ceinwyn liked plants. She understood them, and they were peaceful quiet things for the most part. She could be lost in her thoughts for hours amongst them... partly why she had ventured so far without realizing. Consequently, small talk was not her forte, but she had also been taught that she should be polite to dinner guests and especially the higher faeries.

"I do hope your audience with Autumn is not affected by this. Is it very serious? I-if, of course, you are permitted to speak of it."

 

[Razareal]

High Fae?

Razareal hardly considered himself to be of any higher status than that of the faun guiding him. If anything, he was lesser; He, a servant and protector of life and she a shining example of it at it's very finest. Nevertheless, he did not object to her words, nor did he appear to note the color on her cheeks as he stepped forward to join her in the cozy little clearing.

"I'm not a picky eater, fortunately." He knelt to the ground and collected some of the berries and a handful of mushrooms, plucking them from hiding with gentle hands, treating them with a level of care somewhat surprising of a self-proclaimed Sower of Destruction. "I prefer to live off the sustenance that nature offers me, without having to take life away in the process. Berries and mushrooms can always grow anew."

Plants could have their berries plucked and grow new ones. Mushrooms dropped their spores and multiplied, nullifying the loss of one. It was a relationship, one which allowed both Fae and the world they live in to thrive without taking away from the other.

Razareal ate in silence, sat upon the mossy ground with his legs crossed and his large frame hunched over his food. That this faun had saved him much hardship wasn't lost on him in the least; Were it not for her direction he'd still be wandering quite aimlessly.

To find somebody like this Ceinwyn in Autumn... it intrigued him.

"I come on a mission of peace." He eventually replied, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist, his head turning to look at her from over his shoulder. There was some hint of a smile on the corner of his lips, his best attempt at outward warmth he'd managed for some time. "To strengthen relations between Spring and Autumn. If those I'm meeting with are anything like you, I think I will get along fine. You remind me of home, in a way."

Ceinwyn

 

[Ceinwyn]

Ceinwyn smiled lightly at Razareal's acceptance of her offering. She felt glad to be useful to him, for some reason. It didn't hurt that providing food likely bought her a few more points in her favor. She had never been good at keeping track of favors, a dangerous fault in this world.

"I prefer to live off the sustenance that nature offers me, without having to take life away in the process. Berries and mushrooms can always grow anew."

Images of Razareal swiftly dispatching her attackers played through her mind. She was grateful to him, of course, and sincerely comforted by his presence. Still, it had been a terrifying display of power. He did not enjoy it, she told herself, not if he speaks like this.

"You remind me of home, in a way."

"Oh? How so?"

Ceinwyn was not familiar with the Spring Court beyond occasional stories. She decided not to mention how many of individual she had met in Autumn were not like her.

 

[Razareal]

The Sidhe chewed idly on a mushroom, the mealy texture lingering against his tongue even after he swallowed. Ceinwyn seemed an innocent type. Razareal wouldn't go so far as to call her naive; such a phrase was insulting for a multitude of reasons. No, she simply lacked experience with those outside of her own Court, and it showed in her curiosity.

Curiosity was a dangerous thing, especially when it came to the Fae

"It is the way of Spring to cherish Nature, to protect it as if it were your own offspring." As he spoke, Razareal plunged his digits into the soil beneath him, raking his fingers down to open up a small little hole in the dirt. "The preservation of our world, of the natural order, is of the utmost importance. For without that nature, we are nothing." Carefully, he gathers what berries he did not eat, and deposits them in the soil, before gently gathering enough earth to recover the hole.

Only then does he turn to the faun completely, shifting to sit cross-legged across from her.

"I see much of that in you. Both in that you are a form of beautiful life to be protected, and that you wish to similarly protect that life which surrounds you."

Ceinwyn