Post by Mittens Mckittens on Nov 13, 2024 8:05:52 GMT
Written in the hours following Ode to the Season with the appropriately emotional Charlie & Yinmaris
Yinmaris stands by the kitchen worktop, holding a knife as he slices some potatoes, after all once Mittens gets home he's getting a good meal for dinner whether he wants it or not. He turns back to the dinner preparation as he places the potato into an ovenproof dish in layers with a creamy buttery sauce topped with some cheese then placing the tray into the oven to pair with a stew he had been cooking slowly on a fire next to the oven. He starts feeling odd as though going through heartburn, yet the usual spot of his own healing magics didn't seem to alleviate his pain. If it get's worse I'll go to a temple or find a healer. Though the pain was an emotional undercurrent but he couldn't place it all he knew was that he hadn't felt it in some time. More an absence than anything. His focus on the pain was unwise at the time as he heard the tell-tale popping hiss and scent of a saucepan boiling over, panicking he moved the saucepan of the fire then went to clean the mess off the floor. "Shit shit Shit!" Yin shouts in frustration as more of the saucepan's contents spill as he rushes to move it from the fire.
Rivers of rain sloshed amongst the cobblestones soaking their feet as Mittens and Raine made their way along the dark streets towards his and Yinmaris’ place. With three days past since their original departure day the weather had turned from a bit nippy but sunny to a full torrential downpour. Drenching them both and chilling them considerably in contrast to the glowing warmth of the Feywildian sunshine, magnified by arcane aura that permeated the Court of Harmony, like the scent of freshly bloomed flowers. The weather though was the least of the concerns on their minds, particularly Raine’s Mittens thought, as he cast a glance over his shoulder towards the figure wandering in his wake, his drooping hood and the rain blurring her face. “Raine! Over here!” He called above the hammer of the raindrops as they increased their intensity, as if they were trying to erase the events of the day, desperate to wash away the news that they were about to deliver. Yinmaris would probably be sitting up with some dinner waiting for him, Mittens thought sadly. He usually looked forward to his after job chats with Yin, heartily tucking into whatever culinary delight Yin had whipped up for them both, with an occasional Slyvan quib from Levkoi between mouthfuls. This was one chat he wasn’t looking forward to. “It’s this one on the left." Mittens pointed, gesturing to the building sat on the street corner ahead, a warm light from a second storey window glowing out like a beacon against the foulness of the night.
Meanwhile upstairs, Yinmaris, having cleaned up the mess and finished cooking the stew and potato side dish, sets the table in case Mittens gets back tonight. There are enough portions for four but as Avra used to say "Well it's always good to make more in case of guests or the midnight munchies" Plus it's grim outside, Mittens needs a good, warm hearty meal I guess so does Levkoi... Yin thought to himself. As he goes to light the dinner table candle he hears the wet, plodding footsteps of one, no two people coming up the stairs. Thank you Avra His smile beams with anticipation to hear how the Temple visit went. He quickly sets another plate for the guest.
Up till now Raine had just been following, running on automatic almost, she had not been paying attention to where they were going or what was happening in her surroundings, at this point she barely even noticed the rain. Mittens leads her through the streets to his home but it is not until they get to the door that Raine snaps back to herself. As Mittens reaches out to knock on the door to alert Yinmaris to their presence Raine places hers on him first and slightly pulls Mittens away so he misses the door. “I’m sorry Mittens but do you mind if I do this bit” She gently guides Mittens away from the door and positions herself in front and knocks on the door. The two of them can both hear as Yinmaris approaches the door and watch as it swings open revealing Yinmaris. But the sight he is greeted with is not a good one, two figures soaking wet from the rain outside and both clearly distressed, looking at Raine Yinmaris sees that she is nearly completely drained of emotions, her eyes tell that she has cried a great deal recently though now she has no tears left to spill. However before Yinmaris is able to greet those at his door Raine speaks first. “It’s our Queen Yin, she been seriously injured and Is currently in a coma.”
Mittens stares fixedly at the drips of rain from Raine's clothes slowly soaking like a stain into the worn crimson hallway runner rug, not wanting to see Yin's face as Raine speaks the news aloud.
Yinmaris' bright smiling face turns into slack jawed shock as his eyes start to water, seeing Raine's eyes he knows it's true especially with Mitten's clearly not wanting to look at him. Pushing through the sheer shock of the news he responds as tears start to run the word seems to choke as he says it as though holding back the deluge. "H-How?" As he utters the full word his jaws clench, trying to hold his summery side within.
Up till now Raine had just been following, running on automatic almost, she had not been paying attention to where they were going or what was happening in her surroundings, at this point she barely even noticed the rain. Mittens leads her through the streets to his home but it is not until they get to the door that Raine snaps back to herself. As Mittens reaches out to knock on the door to alert Yinmaris to their presence Raine places hers on him first and slightly pulls Mittens away so he misses the door. “I’m sorry Mittens but do you mind if I do this bit” She gently guides Mittens away from the door and positions herself in front and knocks on the door. The two of them can both hear as Yinmaris approaches the door and watch as it swings open revealing Yinmaris. But the sight he is greeted with is not a good one, two figures soaking wet from the rain outside and both clearly distressed, looking at Raine Yinmaris sees that she is nearly completely drained of emotions, her eyes tell that she has cried a great deal recently though now she has no tears left to spill. However before Yinmaris is able to greet those at his door Raine speaks first. “It’s our Queen Yin, she been seriously injured and Is currently in a coma.”
Yinmaris' bright smiling face turns into slack jawed shock as his eyes start to water, seeing Raine's eyes he knows it's true especially with Mitten's clearly not wanting to look at him. Pushing through the sheer shock of the news he responds as tears start to run the word seems to choke as he says it as though holding back the deluge. "H-How?" As he utters the full word his jaws clench, trying to hold his summery side within.
“It was the Lord of The Hunt, he appeared as the Queen was giving a speech at the end of the celebration, she welcomed him with open arms but he still tried to strike at her in retaliation for offences made to the Winter Court. The Spirt of Harmony intercepted his spear in order to spare the Queen but she used her magic to take the damage regardless, the Lord of The Hunt looked horrified at striking the spirit and departed shortly after but not before I managed to unleash a bit of Summers fire on him. We then brought the Queen to the Order of The Crimson Fist but Lord Baine and Varis where unable to help cure her ailment, we then received word from Queen Titania that if Queen Merla was not returned to the Feywild her condition would only worsen, she is now resting safe in the in Queen Titania’s care but we need to find a way to wake her, hopefully sooner rather than later.”
Hearing the series of events that occurred Yin's expression turns from shock and grief to an anger neither Raine nor even Mittens have seen that seems to calm just slightly at hearing that Merla is resting in Queen Titania's care, yet his eyes seem to puff up from crying it's clear he has no glamour currently. "So the Lord of the Hunt went after the Queen despite the fact she didn't commit the offences he wanted to retaliate against. The Coward." He inhales through gritted teeth, trying to calm himself but his eyes seem to narrow while he seems to burn with more Summer, almost radiating heat.
He begins to focus himself before looking back at Raine. "That's pretty badass smacking him with Summer's fire, Raine. I know you both did the best you could." He says trying to help Mittens and Raine feel less terrible "And it's good to hear she is at least stable but I agree we need to figure out how to awaken Queen Merla while healing the wound as soon as possible. I owe her for everything, she's literally the reason I'm even here with you all right now." Yin looks down pondering on old memories from the first time he met the Queen to the years he spent in the Court under Merla's tutelage when he went back to the
Feywilds. He focuses back on the two and gets more intense than normal. "Summer's Light, come on in you're both soaked and you've both been through it." He says as he moves aside to let the drenched duo in as he had been stuck at the door the whole conversation. "I'll get some towels and blankets then get the fire on. She needs us now and you can't help her if you're ill. So how do you both think we should proceed?"
Mittens keeps staring at the wet stain left by Raine on the rug as she moves forward, the stutter in the shaft of light cast from the doorway as Raine passes Yinmaris bringing him back to the moments of the attack in the Court of Harmony. That Lord of the Hunt man raising his spear. To the press of Calla's hand on his shoulder as she pushed past him with a quick backward glance, streaks of sunlight flaring across her glasses lenses before she turned away and vanished in a burst of white flames. Calla's sudden reappearance on the stage before Queen Merla, her arms wrapping around her waist, a shimmer of arcane rippling across the air behind her. The impact of that spear into the chest of that...Spirit? Of the in-sync soft recoil of the Queen in Calla's arms, flecks of crimson like the reddest rose petals expelling from between her lips in a choking gasp, splattering over Calla's fair hair before she fell limp against her.
The frenzy to get Queen Merla aid was a blur. A flurry of panicked voices, hurried castings, views of: The Feywild, Daring Heights, thick stone brick walls. The endless hours in the compound just waiting. And then finally their release back out into the dark raining streets of Daring Heights, not long prior to their walk here now. To Calla's sudden realisation of a prior engagement the next morning, the final shadowed sight of her as she turned and splashed away through the rain soaked streets into the night. All the time. Throughout it all. Calla's face had been... Cold. Calculated. As if she had been weaving a spell.
As if she had been watching an academic theory play out. That, most of all. Even above many past horrors the young tabaxi had seen. Scared him.
Yinmaris looks to the currently drenched Mittens with his closed-off expression with abject concern. He walks to the young wizard with a towel warmed with a use of Prestidigitation, "Mittens, I-I can't even begin to imagine what you witnessed at the Temple. But whenever you want to talk about it I'm here for you, I promise you that. Come on in and get yourself dry, you've been through it but I don't want you catching a cold from being so soggy." He smiles towards Mittens with some of his usual warmth pushing through the pain and anger within at everything the eladrin has heard in the last few minutes.
May 7, 2024
Mittens starts, "Rig-right." He looks up at Yin, a small but stable smile forming on his lips to match Yin's own. "I-I'm sorry about your Mu-M-Merla, Yin, I-I hope she'll be okay." As the two head in, Mittens purposely steps one forepaw onto the dark wet red stain on the runner rug, causing it to fade away with a small hiss of vapour as Yin closes the door softly behind them.
As Mittens walks past Yin looks to the door to hide the surprise at the young tabaxi's verbal slip and clears his throat. "Thank you Mittens, so do I." he responds softly. For a moment his eyes drift onto the fading dark stain on the runner rug, shaking himself out of his thoughts he closes the door quietly before walking into the apartment proper. He goes to the fireplace, stacking logs and kindling before using a quick prestidigitation to light a fire to warm the rain-drenched adventurers even just a bit.
"If either of you are hungry I did make enough food for everyone here." He mumbles as he points to a serving bowl of beef stew and an oven dish with potato gratin, there are plates and cutlery set for four on the kitchen table. "I personally don't feel like eating right now, maybe after there's something tangible I can do to help, I might. Is there anything or anyone we know who could help with all this? Look I'm no powerful mage or healer so I have no idea what I can do, but there has to be something." Yin states with frustration while he stares blankly into the now roaring fire, trying to keep his emotions hidden from Raine and Mittens as his anger bubbles through.
There is a soft familiar whoosh like a gentle breeze blowing in followed by a small ethereal tinkling jingle, before as if appearing from behind the armchair the feathered furred form of Levkoi appears. He pads along the wooden floorboards before with a boost from a waft of his wings he elevates his plump fluff-form into his usual purrfurred spot of Yin's favourite chair by the fire, circling and biscuiting the material of his perch before seating himself.
The sprite directs his gaze towards Yinmaris, his mouth opening from the habit of uttering a usual snarky tease in his squeaky Slyvianise tones whenever he is summoned into home of the Eladrin and kitten should, Mittens have the arcana to spare. Yet, as he takes in the sad, frustrated form of Yinmaris by the fire, he stops, goes to start again..and then with surprising tact. Tact, that for Levkoi would be as miraculous as the sprite not asking for a second helping at mealtime despite his clearly established notions of Yin's cooking being merely 'Not Bad', he speaks aloud, almost..gently. "Wait..."
“Thank you for the food Yin but yeah I’m also not really in the mood for food.” Raine walks inside her head held low as she takes a seat at the kitchen table. “I’ve been trying to rack my brain for anything I might of read or heard about something like this and how to fix it but I’m going to be honest, I am exhausted and I can’t really think straight, perhaps in the morning after some rest I could have a look in the Daring Academy or maybe go speak to Tassle at the theatre but right now that’s all I’ve got.” “But I have been thinking greatly about this second part though.” As Raine looks directly into Yinmaris’ eyes, her conviction in what she is about to say is as clear as anything. “Yin, we can’t retaliate back against the Winter Court, Our Queen fought very hard for a peace between Summer and Winter, she wanted to establish a harmony between the courts and as her Warlocks surely it is down to us to make sure that her dreams and visions not only come to fruition but also to protect what she has built and ensure that it flourishes to its full potential. And could her harmony ever be heard over the sounds of war?”
Yinmaris' eyes soften as he stares back into Raine's, nodding as he sighs. Any feelings of vengeance melt away as Raine's words hit deep, he moves away from the fireplace to sit opposite Raine at the kitchen table and ponders his response before speaking. "I believe... No, I know you are right Raine, Her Majesty wouldn't want the retaliation even as a war between Summer and Winter seems ever closer so we must push for harmony. Especially in times like these, we have to do what we can to protect her vision."
Looking directly into Raine's eyes Yinmaris utters words in high Sylvan with deep conviction mirroring Raine's words, without seeming concerned that his words would be understood by everyone in the room and possibly beyond. The important part of a promise is that it is spoken, it does not matter if it is made in the Feywild or in the Material Plane at least not to Yin. "I promise you this, Raine Carroway. I will not retaliate against the Winter Court nor any vassal court of Winter. I will do everything I can to protect Our Queen's dream and vision so that when, and I mean When not If, we have found a way to cure Her affliction and we have awakened Her Majesty from her slumber that she will hear Harmony's song and not the drums of war."
Switching back to Common he steeples his hands "However, there's one thing that will make that all very hard. The Lord of the Hunt attacking our Queen is a clear declaration of war, even if not meant as such the attempted assassination of the Daughter of Summer and the queen of a vassal court of Summer will be hard to be seen as otherwise. How can we stop this war?"
Mittens stares out the window as the rain lashes against the pane, his tail and mane lank and still dripping with rain water.
“I don’t know how much say I can really have on Feywild politics Yin.” He says quietly.
“It’s inevitable.” Levkoi says, his eyes gleaming in the flames of the firelight. “Fey are always finding reason to despise one another. It’s in their nature.”
Yinmaris stands by the kitchen worktop, holding a knife as he slices some potatoes, after all once Mittens gets home he's getting a good meal for dinner whether he wants it or not. He turns back to the dinner preparation as he places the potato into an ovenproof dish in layers with a creamy buttery sauce topped with some cheese then placing the tray into the oven to pair with a stew he had been cooking slowly on a fire next to the oven. He starts feeling odd as though going through heartburn, yet the usual spot of his own healing magics didn't seem to alleviate his pain. If it get's worse I'll go to a temple or find a healer. Though the pain was an emotional undercurrent but he couldn't place it all he knew was that he hadn't felt it in some time. More an absence than anything. His focus on the pain was unwise at the time as he heard the tell-tale popping hiss and scent of a saucepan boiling over, panicking he moved the saucepan of the fire then went to clean the mess off the floor. "Shit shit Shit!" Yin shouts in frustration as more of the saucepan's contents spill as he rushes to move it from the fire.
Rivers of rain sloshed amongst the cobblestones soaking their feet as Mittens and Raine made their way along the dark streets towards his and Yinmaris’ place. With three days past since their original departure day the weather had turned from a bit nippy but sunny to a full torrential downpour. Drenching them both and chilling them considerably in contrast to the glowing warmth of the Feywildian sunshine, magnified by arcane aura that permeated the Court of Harmony, like the scent of freshly bloomed flowers. The weather though was the least of the concerns on their minds, particularly Raine’s Mittens thought, as he cast a glance over his shoulder towards the figure wandering in his wake, his drooping hood and the rain blurring her face. “Raine! Over here!” He called above the hammer of the raindrops as they increased their intensity, as if they were trying to erase the events of the day, desperate to wash away the news that they were about to deliver. Yinmaris would probably be sitting up with some dinner waiting for him, Mittens thought sadly. He usually looked forward to his after job chats with Yin, heartily tucking into whatever culinary delight Yin had whipped up for them both, with an occasional Slyvan quib from Levkoi between mouthfuls. This was one chat he wasn’t looking forward to. “It’s this one on the left." Mittens pointed, gesturing to the building sat on the street corner ahead, a warm light from a second storey window glowing out like a beacon against the foulness of the night.
Meanwhile upstairs, Yinmaris, having cleaned up the mess and finished cooking the stew and potato side dish, sets the table in case Mittens gets back tonight. There are enough portions for four but as Avra used to say "Well it's always good to make more in case of guests or the midnight munchies" Plus it's grim outside, Mittens needs a good, warm hearty meal I guess so does Levkoi... Yin thought to himself. As he goes to light the dinner table candle he hears the wet, plodding footsteps of one, no two people coming up the stairs. Thank you Avra His smile beams with anticipation to hear how the Temple visit went. He quickly sets another plate for the guest.
Up till now Raine had just been following, running on automatic almost, she had not been paying attention to where they were going or what was happening in her surroundings, at this point she barely even noticed the rain. Mittens leads her through the streets to his home but it is not until they get to the door that Raine snaps back to herself. As Mittens reaches out to knock on the door to alert Yinmaris to their presence Raine places hers on him first and slightly pulls Mittens away so he misses the door. “I’m sorry Mittens but do you mind if I do this bit” She gently guides Mittens away from the door and positions herself in front and knocks on the door. The two of them can both hear as Yinmaris approaches the door and watch as it swings open revealing Yinmaris. But the sight he is greeted with is not a good one, two figures soaking wet from the rain outside and both clearly distressed, looking at Raine Yinmaris sees that she is nearly completely drained of emotions, her eyes tell that she has cried a great deal recently though now she has no tears left to spill. However before Yinmaris is able to greet those at his door Raine speaks first. “It’s our Queen Yin, she been seriously injured and Is currently in a coma.”
Mittens stares fixedly at the drips of rain from Raine's clothes slowly soaking like a stain into the worn crimson hallway runner rug, not wanting to see Yin's face as Raine speaks the news aloud.
Yinmaris' bright smiling face turns into slack jawed shock as his eyes start to water, seeing Raine's eyes he knows it's true especially with Mitten's clearly not wanting to look at him. Pushing through the sheer shock of the news he responds as tears start to run the word seems to choke as he says it as though holding back the deluge. "H-How?" As he utters the full word his jaws clench, trying to hold his summery side within.
Up till now Raine had just been following, running on automatic almost, she had not been paying attention to where they were going or what was happening in her surroundings, at this point she barely even noticed the rain. Mittens leads her through the streets to his home but it is not until they get to the door that Raine snaps back to herself. As Mittens reaches out to knock on the door to alert Yinmaris to their presence Raine places hers on him first and slightly pulls Mittens away so he misses the door. “I’m sorry Mittens but do you mind if I do this bit” She gently guides Mittens away from the door and positions herself in front and knocks on the door. The two of them can both hear as Yinmaris approaches the door and watch as it swings open revealing Yinmaris. But the sight he is greeted with is not a good one, two figures soaking wet from the rain outside and both clearly distressed, looking at Raine Yinmaris sees that she is nearly completely drained of emotions, her eyes tell that she has cried a great deal recently though now she has no tears left to spill. However before Yinmaris is able to greet those at his door Raine speaks first. “It’s our Queen Yin, she been seriously injured and Is currently in a coma.”
Yinmaris' bright smiling face turns into slack jawed shock as his eyes start to water, seeing Raine's eyes he knows it's true especially with Mitten's clearly not wanting to look at him. Pushing through the sheer shock of the news he responds as tears start to run the word seems to choke as he says it as though holding back the deluge. "H-How?" As he utters the full word his jaws clench, trying to hold his summery side within.
“It was the Lord of The Hunt, he appeared as the Queen was giving a speech at the end of the celebration, she welcomed him with open arms but he still tried to strike at her in retaliation for offences made to the Winter Court. The Spirt of Harmony intercepted his spear in order to spare the Queen but she used her magic to take the damage regardless, the Lord of The Hunt looked horrified at striking the spirit and departed shortly after but not before I managed to unleash a bit of Summers fire on him. We then brought the Queen to the Order of The Crimson Fist but Lord Baine and Varis where unable to help cure her ailment, we then received word from Queen Titania that if Queen Merla was not returned to the Feywild her condition would only worsen, she is now resting safe in the in Queen Titania’s care but we need to find a way to wake her, hopefully sooner rather than later.”
Hearing the series of events that occurred Yin's expression turns from shock and grief to an anger neither Raine nor even Mittens have seen that seems to calm just slightly at hearing that Merla is resting in Queen Titania's care, yet his eyes seem to puff up from crying it's clear he has no glamour currently. "So the Lord of the Hunt went after the Queen despite the fact she didn't commit the offences he wanted to retaliate against. The Coward." He inhales through gritted teeth, trying to calm himself but his eyes seem to narrow while he seems to burn with more Summer, almost radiating heat.
He begins to focus himself before looking back at Raine. "That's pretty badass smacking him with Summer's fire, Raine. I know you both did the best you could." He says trying to help Mittens and Raine feel less terrible "And it's good to hear she is at least stable but I agree we need to figure out how to awaken Queen Merla while healing the wound as soon as possible. I owe her for everything, she's literally the reason I'm even here with you all right now." Yin looks down pondering on old memories from the first time he met the Queen to the years he spent in the Court under Merla's tutelage when he went back to the
Feywilds. He focuses back on the two and gets more intense than normal. "Summer's Light, come on in you're both soaked and you've both been through it." He says as he moves aside to let the drenched duo in as he had been stuck at the door the whole conversation. "I'll get some towels and blankets then get the fire on. She needs us now and you can't help her if you're ill. So how do you both think we should proceed?"
Mittens keeps staring at the wet stain left by Raine on the rug as she moves forward, the stutter in the shaft of light cast from the doorway as Raine passes Yinmaris bringing him back to the moments of the attack in the Court of Harmony. That Lord of the Hunt man raising his spear. To the press of Calla's hand on his shoulder as she pushed past him with a quick backward glance, streaks of sunlight flaring across her glasses lenses before she turned away and vanished in a burst of white flames. Calla's sudden reappearance on the stage before Queen Merla, her arms wrapping around her waist, a shimmer of arcane rippling across the air behind her. The impact of that spear into the chest of that...Spirit? Of the in-sync soft recoil of the Queen in Calla's arms, flecks of crimson like the reddest rose petals expelling from between her lips in a choking gasp, splattering over Calla's fair hair before she fell limp against her.
The frenzy to get Queen Merla aid was a blur. A flurry of panicked voices, hurried castings, views of: The Feywild, Daring Heights, thick stone brick walls. The endless hours in the compound just waiting. And then finally their release back out into the dark raining streets of Daring Heights, not long prior to their walk here now. To Calla's sudden realisation of a prior engagement the next morning, the final shadowed sight of her as she turned and splashed away through the rain soaked streets into the night. All the time. Throughout it all. Calla's face had been... Cold. Calculated. As if she had been weaving a spell.
As if she had been watching an academic theory play out. That, most of all. Even above many past horrors the young tabaxi had seen. Scared him.
Yinmaris looks to the currently drenched Mittens with his closed-off expression with abject concern. He walks to the young wizard with a towel warmed with a use of Prestidigitation, "Mittens, I-I can't even begin to imagine what you witnessed at the Temple. But whenever you want to talk about it I'm here for you, I promise you that. Come on in and get yourself dry, you've been through it but I don't want you catching a cold from being so soggy." He smiles towards Mittens with some of his usual warmth pushing through the pain and anger within at everything the eladrin has heard in the last few minutes.
May 7, 2024
Mittens starts, "Rig-right." He looks up at Yin, a small but stable smile forming on his lips to match Yin's own. "I-I'm sorry about your Mu-M-Merla, Yin, I-I hope she'll be okay." As the two head in, Mittens purposely steps one forepaw onto the dark wet red stain on the runner rug, causing it to fade away with a small hiss of vapour as Yin closes the door softly behind them.
As Mittens walks past Yin looks to the door to hide the surprise at the young tabaxi's verbal slip and clears his throat. "Thank you Mittens, so do I." he responds softly. For a moment his eyes drift onto the fading dark stain on the runner rug, shaking himself out of his thoughts he closes the door quietly before walking into the apartment proper. He goes to the fireplace, stacking logs and kindling before using a quick prestidigitation to light a fire to warm the rain-drenched adventurers even just a bit.
"If either of you are hungry I did make enough food for everyone here." He mumbles as he points to a serving bowl of beef stew and an oven dish with potato gratin, there are plates and cutlery set for four on the kitchen table. "I personally don't feel like eating right now, maybe after there's something tangible I can do to help, I might. Is there anything or anyone we know who could help with all this? Look I'm no powerful mage or healer so I have no idea what I can do, but there has to be something." Yin states with frustration while he stares blankly into the now roaring fire, trying to keep his emotions hidden from Raine and Mittens as his anger bubbles through.
There is a soft familiar whoosh like a gentle breeze blowing in followed by a small ethereal tinkling jingle, before as if appearing from behind the armchair the feathered furred form of Levkoi appears. He pads along the wooden floorboards before with a boost from a waft of his wings he elevates his plump fluff-form into his usual purrfurred spot of Yin's favourite chair by the fire, circling and biscuiting the material of his perch before seating himself.
The sprite directs his gaze towards Yinmaris, his mouth opening from the habit of uttering a usual snarky tease in his squeaky Slyvianise tones whenever he is summoned into home of the Eladrin and kitten should, Mittens have the arcana to spare. Yet, as he takes in the sad, frustrated form of Yinmaris by the fire, he stops, goes to start again..and then with surprising tact. Tact, that for Levkoi would be as miraculous as the sprite not asking for a second helping at mealtime despite his clearly established notions of Yin's cooking being merely 'Not Bad', he speaks aloud, almost..gently. "Wait..."
“Thank you for the food Yin but yeah I’m also not really in the mood for food.” Raine walks inside her head held low as she takes a seat at the kitchen table. “I’ve been trying to rack my brain for anything I might of read or heard about something like this and how to fix it but I’m going to be honest, I am exhausted and I can’t really think straight, perhaps in the morning after some rest I could have a look in the Daring Academy or maybe go speak to Tassle at the theatre but right now that’s all I’ve got.” “But I have been thinking greatly about this second part though.” As Raine looks directly into Yinmaris’ eyes, her conviction in what she is about to say is as clear as anything. “Yin, we can’t retaliate back against the Winter Court, Our Queen fought very hard for a peace between Summer and Winter, she wanted to establish a harmony between the courts and as her Warlocks surely it is down to us to make sure that her dreams and visions not only come to fruition but also to protect what she has built and ensure that it flourishes to its full potential. And could her harmony ever be heard over the sounds of war?”
Yinmaris' eyes soften as he stares back into Raine's, nodding as he sighs. Any feelings of vengeance melt away as Raine's words hit deep, he moves away from the fireplace to sit opposite Raine at the kitchen table and ponders his response before speaking. "I believe... No, I know you are right Raine, Her Majesty wouldn't want the retaliation even as a war between Summer and Winter seems ever closer so we must push for harmony. Especially in times like these, we have to do what we can to protect her vision."
Looking directly into Raine's eyes Yinmaris utters words in high Sylvan with deep conviction mirroring Raine's words, without seeming concerned that his words would be understood by everyone in the room and possibly beyond. The important part of a promise is that it is spoken, it does not matter if it is made in the Feywild or in the Material Plane at least not to Yin. "I promise you this, Raine Carroway. I will not retaliate against the Winter Court nor any vassal court of Winter. I will do everything I can to protect Our Queen's dream and vision so that when, and I mean When not If, we have found a way to cure Her affliction and we have awakened Her Majesty from her slumber that she will hear Harmony's song and not the drums of war."
Switching back to Common he steeples his hands "However, there's one thing that will make that all very hard. The Lord of the Hunt attacking our Queen is a clear declaration of war, even if not meant as such the attempted assassination of the Daughter of Summer and the queen of a vassal court of Summer will be hard to be seen as otherwise. How can we stop this war?"
Mittens stares out the window as the rain lashes against the pane, his tail and mane lank and still dripping with rain water.
“I don’t know how much say I can really have on Feywild politics Yin.” He says quietly.
“It’s inevitable.” Levkoi says, his eyes gleaming in the flames of the firelight. “Fey are always finding reason to despise one another. It’s in their nature.”