Dead Leaves and Wet Earth

[Mhairi Ankaa]

"I don't think we have a right to do either. They're wonderful free, ignore people. We don't have a right to make them feel a certain way, or make sure events are aligned so they feel a certain way just so we can sup on those feelings. But we do it anyway, so we can fuel our stolen magic." Mhairi said her piece, she had wrestled with Glamour at first and getting it, then she struggled with the nature of Fear and how to dine on her then-new Court's Emotion. It was something every single Lost needed to deal with.

"Yes." she nods, "I didn't think I could do it, but to trust in the Wyrd....I had too. Or I'd have been a nervous wreck that couldn't get anything done." The joking lines leave her face as her fell-flames flicker, smolder. She nods. She hopes, dearly, desperately that Rick was dead, the alternative was just to horrible to contemplate.

"Good!" the smile appears once more upon her face, a tiny spark ignited once again. Pleased that Thomas understood Fear and the hunger for fae knowledge, it wasn't one or the other. It was both.

The bow gets a smile, and her fell-flames flicker merrily, "Well then Page Land, is there anything else you wanted to talk about?"

[Thomas Land]

Thomas wants to agree with the Autumn Queen, very much. But, he's not quite sure. Deep down, there's a smoldering pit of envy in him. A place where he longs for the easy, carefree lives of others. And, incapable of enjoying such a life, Thomas spites them. It is this spite that tempts him, always, to move beyond simply harvesting the fear of those around him. Oh, how sweet it would be, to make those underserving of their happiness, their contentedness, afraid...

The Mole-Man focuses on Mhairi once again, forcing his mind from these thoughts. Such things are best contemplated in the middle of the night, alone, among one's books. Not before the Director of the Freehold.

"Hm-hmmmmmm, well--I am most, yes, pleased to find you as my Queen, and director as well. I, certainly, do look forward to working with you." Her use of his new title makes him puff up with pride again. "And, well, it is my sincere, my sincerest, hope that I don't let you down."

At her cue, the little man stands, brushing some imagined bit of grime from his jacket. "No--no, I am quite, yes, satisfied with our meeting. Thank you, Mhairi, for your time. You must come visit my collection--and soon." With that, another awkward bow is offered, something akin to an exaggeration of his already hunched back. "I'll, hm, leave you to it now. Please feel free to contact me any time." A business card is extracted from his jacket pocket and handed over. It lists his pertinent details.

"Until we, hm, meet again!" With that, he will depart (unless stopped), out into the uncomfortable heat of a summer day. Leaving the Autumn Queen to her own designs.

All good to wrap if you are!

[Mhairi Ankaa]

"I look forward to working with you too Page Land." another smile is offered to the mole-man, "I"m sure you wont."

A nod, "Yes, I do want to see your collection, and soon! If that's alright," fell-flames flicker, "I know Ingrid, the Spring Darkling, wants to see it too. She's a Spring, yes, but she hungers, Desires knowledge, nearly as much as we do."

With a grin Mhairi does a credible curtsy, as she takes the card, "Until next time Sir Page."

Watching him leave she nods, and offers him a drippy fingered wave.

As the mole-man leaves the Hollow, Mhairi turns to the Sprights sure that she needs to talk to them again about not getting into any mischief against their newest Autumn. Even if he didn't have the Oath, it was a Herculean effort to be certain to get them to realize that the Oath wouldn't be taken anymore, so they didn't have to cry every time the mole-man wanted to make use of the Autumn Commons.

This was really fun! Thanks for another great scene!