Wadecalhoun​:

"I imagine that it must be a rather bittersweet," Robin muses lowly, eyes flickering to meet Laer's with a raised brow before they flicker back to the golden tree. There is far too much fascination on her gaze to allow herself to look away from the tree. Not at least until her inner sense alerts her it is time to attend Aurora's celebrations. She wants to burn her the image into her memories, ensure she will never forget the sight before her and the marvel that it brings, heart lightened to know that they are safer now they have been for nearly a year. "The price of knowing this love once more was high, and yet we cannot deny it's call." Not when the sense of safety it's something they have been desperate to get back after their overwhelming loss. Shaking her head, Robin finally turns to face Laer, paying rapt attention of his description of his Court. "I shall open some space on my schedule to do just so. I have always been fond of the Summer Court's appearance."

"It's like I remember it." Laer moved to stand at Robin's side as he looked up at the breadth of the great, golden tree. When standing directly in front of it the creation all but blotted out the horizon. There were so many stories about Laurelin and Telperion; immortality, ambrosia, the list went on but that's all they really were. Stories. Tamlen's fate was tethered to this tree, that was reason enough to wish to understand the truth of it, even more so was the strength he felt under its glow. "It feels like nothing in the world can touch us again, pure like..." He thought of Sune, "Love." To answer her questions, Laer managed to look away from the tree for a moment, "Well, we've moved through the oceans encompassing the island, the borders where they end and ascend into the sky, the clouds. You should come visit some time, you and your court are welcome in the canopy above anytime."

Robin Goodfellow as Shego

I could be a better boyfriend than him I could do the shit that he never did Up all night, I won't quit Thinking I'm gonna steal you from him I could be such a gentleman Plus all my clothes would fit I could be a better boyfriend I don't need to tell you twice All the ways he can't suffice If I could give you some advice I would leave with me tonight The universe must have divined this, mmm, mmm Ladies first, baby, I insist

"I suppose you are right, and yet, I had to try," she muses, a rueful twist to her lips that is quickly wiped away as she laughs softly and gives her companion a quick nod. Subtly, she gestures to the walls. Where Yavie's twinkling stars ended, her luminescent fungi began. They snaked up the walls, weaving up the walls and mixing in the decorations as they pulsed in rhytmn with the music. "Aside from my delightful presence? And my own to cents to the decor? If you go to the drinks table, there is one punch that is my special brew. I have had to spell it to stop most from drinking it, though, it came out quite strong," she admits with a Cheshire grin as she brings her flask to her lips and takes a long sip. "I considered adding some spores to spice up the circumstances, in Zahrya's honor, but I did not know if he is preparing something similar for spring."

She wasn't wrong, it certainly shone brighter than anything else here, more interesting here. He'd saved enough to line some of his attire with it as well, Yavie didn't want to be mistaken for the other creatures here, not that he could. "You? In the Astral?" Yavie smiled at that, "That wouldn't be a good idea." It wasn't a place to be taken lightly, though he could appreciate her curiosity, somehow Yavie imagined that the two of them would have a great deal of fun together. "Did you bring anything to the party?" The trickster was the Queen of her games, even though her season had waned he had high hopes for her.

Decay it's an eternal cycle of life and what comes hereafter. A constant movement in the flow of eternity, it is not hard to lose oneself to the rot if wandering outside the chosen path. Slowly, carefully, she wades through the bogs, her magic keeping her muck free as she wanders through her domain, eyes narrowed as she looks around for any sign of cracks on the foundation. Her song had been strong and sure as she built the Dusk Court, but one can never be too careful, when her people are the ones at stake. Routine check ups across her court serve to calm her, as well as to get to know more of her people as she wanders.

This time, however, she is heading deeper into Trickster's Bog with Inan by her side, her head tilted to the side in consideration as he awaits for him to breach the silence with whatever that is bothering him. A sigh swells int he back of her throat for a moment as he once again chooses formality to create a barrier betwem the two of them, but keeps it to herself as she sends him a curious look. "What is it, Warder? "

@thegoodfellow location: Dusk Court notes: creepy

Travel between the fey forest and the realm of the elves was simple, Inan had taken to patrolling the borders and living beyond the Moon Gate for its ease. His home was already among the trees out there, a small farm that he didn't wish to uproot. Their power had grown, some exponentially, but if the common-blooded fey had weak magic to begin with, multiplying it didn't increase it as significantly as it did for the noble elves. Inan had become stronger, certainly, but the gap between the two bloodlines only became more distinct. It was not hard to understand how one had come to subjugate the other so many years ago.

Robin was safe within their Court, something that Inan hadn't truly felt since Titania reigned over the Otherworld. Here they were though, wandering amidst the muck of the bogs, the stirring decay and mysteries beneath their feet as Inan's footfalls carried him lightly across the surface. "My lady, there is something I feel I must tell you." Keeping secrets from the chancellor wasn't in his nature, but if she were to keep him as her warder then he needed to be honest with her.

"Now you are bragging," she huffs in amusement before nodding in acquiescence to the silent order. She is capable enough as it is, but it is far better if she allows herself some time to recuperate before they join back into the Titan form. "I will attempt to find Zahrya with the aid of my rotted ones, and I will bring him this way if I do."

Rolling her shoulders, she begins walking away from Aurora, turning her head to the side and waving over her shoulder.

"Me? Die? Please, I am far too stubborn to rest before the job is done. Autumn does not rest until the harvest has been set away for the Winter, and we are not there yet, are we Chancellor?" She asks with a laugh as she turns a corner and her changeling begin falling into step next to her. She leaves Aurora behind with hope on her heart, hope that she will soon see extinguished.

"Not at all," Aurora declared calmly. She would die in this city like her children did if she had to; it was that determination to win and keep their families alive which was the anthem likely singing in each eladrin and elven heart that day. If there's was a hopeless battle than they wouldn't know for sure until they all failed to try to use every bit of what they had to win. Pessimism haunted the elf but she wouldn't let it make her falter.

"Recharge your magic, Chancellor, I will be right here fighting until its done." Though she doubted that one like Robin would stand still until that moment; Aurora only hoped that her old friend remained safe while she worked her blade through these hordes. "One favor: don't die before we make the drow queen pay for this. I'll kill you if you do." While it was meant as a light tease the words themselves were a dark truth. Every drow that was unlike Aegnor or Andruil would perish.

chancellorxlaer​:

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The expedition of Summer had seen great changes among the sands, high above the scorching fields rose pink clouds and spires of gold and silver, imbued with the light of the sun itself. It was a pale shadow when compared to the architecture of his Summer court, but it was a suitable place for his people to frolic while the creatures below meandered about the desert - searching for a hidden oasis while literal paradise loomed above them, eternally out of reach. The Fairy King’s forest had become more accessible as of late, to this end Laer wanted to make sure that the fey and the fey alone were permitted to step foot in his castle.

While Laer’s mind was encumbered, there was nothing that he would not have done to assist a fellow fey - particularly that of a chancellor when they came upon him to ask. Robin was the newest to the title, but not the youngest of the court. She had skills and experience that were an asset, as well as an intricate knowledge of the eye, something that would prove invaluable in the months to come. At least, that was Laer’s assumption. “These sands are as much your home as they are mine,” he hummed a note and made a gesture as some of the clouds descended around them, lifting them to the citadel in the sky where they could be more comfortable. “Tell me,” Laer offered as he sat at the table and gestured for Robin to make herself more comfortable, “what’s troubling you?”

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Robin takes a second to gather herself, eyes wandering across the Summer’s Court new home, marveling at the delicate pink clouds and the elaborate spires born from them. Similar work had been done with the Autumn Field’s, the cabins and homes of her people hidden amongst the woods with her changeling hiding amidst the foliage to ensure her people’s safety. She had not been the one to organize the fields, however, that job she had delegated to one of the Autumn Court’s architects, and she wonders if she could have done as splendid of a job as the Summer Chancellor did or if she would have failed to fill the shoes Fen’harel had left behind once more.

“I am usually confident on my judgment of allies,” she begins to speak, words deliberate as she keeps her gaze on the view rather than on Laer. It’s less to avoid any sort of responsibilities at her words and more because she is ashamed of her lack of judgment and her stupidity when it had come to Wade. She had trusted him, loved him as the friend that he was, and blinded herself fully to the reality of his role. “But I made a mistake on who I should trust and I need to talk about it with someone, because the betrayal has left behind a enlarging ball of grief on my chest and I am aware I will only get rid of it if I talk about it. Alas, this will make me seem rather stupid, and I accept that fully.”

assanx​:

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“Tuna.” Please. Assan said as he folded his hands behind his head and walked forward with Robin at his side, head tilted towards the sun. It was so warm in Italy, especially with summer just around the corner. That suited Assan’s temperament perfectly since he was most fond of sleeping outside, sometimes under the stars, sometimes in a cat nap somewhere on a rooftop. Occasionally he slipped into another’s home and snagged their couch or their bed. Dungeons & Dragons were fun, the tiefling was clearly the most superior choice - getting everyone together was a hassle though and Assan never had the motivation. That was on Robin and Rawlins’ shoulders. There was something bothering him and it wasn’t any human with a gun, he’d come to Rome for a reason but everything he thought of just felt like so much work. He looked towards Robin from the corner of his eye, “Salmon?” Are they making you nervous?

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“I do have a rather time consuming job, you know,” Robin says dryly at Assan’s dismissal. Planning meet ups had fallen upon the cambion’s shoulder, at the end, as any free time that Robin found herself having was devoted to personal projects or meets up with those she cared for. On occasion, she would help Rawlins with organizing, but with the forest closing it’s borders, it would be impossible for her to host unless it is on her apartments within Rome and she would rather those remained secret to most aside of Assan and a few others. At least for now. She shares a brief look with Assan at his question and inclines her head ever so slightly. “I have never found pleasure on their presence, and their overt displays of power do not bode well for Rome, now that they have been foolish enough to work with them.”

who? @springlia where? the memorial pathway

One step after the other, the sound resonating all around her as she makes her way through the Memorial Pathway with quiet reflection. The month of planning had been worth it, the hours spent learning from the elders and the daimona leaving their mark on her psyche and her confidence. Robin feels more like herself than she has ever felt, settled into her skin now that there is no hesitation with her step. It's a pleasant yet odd feeling, and she had taken to the pathway to meditate upon it. Despite it all, she did not expect to see the spring fey on her path. Their situation had driven Robin to learn the names and faces of all the survivors, so she knows the name of the fey before her. A former exile, now resworn to the courts.

"If I recall correctly, you were invited to the solstice," she muses as she steps closer to settle at her side. "Did we have the pleasure of hosting you?"

who? @sumeyyezorlu​

where? parco savello

“I heard of the party to welcome Pluto back into the land of living once more, it sounds like it might have been delightful.” There is a secretive smirk on her lips as she approaches the Mars vampire she had frequent encounters with. “If you are willing, I would love to hear all about it.”

TATI GABRIELLE ph. SHARUM+ARI for Fault Magazine (January 2020)