Midsummer Night

[Fell]

((Warning: We will, in all likelihood, be traveling to the realms of the Fae in this. Be prepared :3 ))

There was nothing for it, absolutely nothing. November dug his claws into the pillow by his side, his teeth clenched together in a silent snarl. He couldn\'t ignore it; this night sang in his veins. He could feel the Fair Realm just there, just out of reach. It was as though he could stand up and find himself there. He probably could, if he tried. It was Midsummer Night. What else was to be expected?

And tonight, of all nights, he had to have been confined to his room. November sat up and watched the sun set slowly, the urge to run free and revel so strong in him that he thought he might burst with it. Midsummer Night... tonight the night that the Unseelie Court would begin it\'s upswing, and the night of peace between the Fae. Peace between the Fae, and trouble for any humans about. Even the Seelie Court faeries caused excess mischief for the humans tonight. November\'s mouth curled up in a smile before dropping back into his grimace. He should be out there, causing that trouble!

The cait sith got out of his bed and prowled, moving swiftly back and forth. His roommate was out, December was away on business... December. November\'s tail lashed angrily. Why had they taken him away on this day, of all of them!? This was one of the four most important days in the year, and December had to be away... "Stupid..." November hissed, turning back to the window. He wasn\'t to leave...

Full night fell just then, bringing with it the wild ecstasy of Midsummer\'s Night. From now until dawn, the Fae ruled the world. The familiar tingle of magic and anticipation ran through November\'s body, and his grimace turned into a maniac smile. Midsummer... the white-haired boy thought, placing both his hands on the windowsill and looking outwards. His tail was several times it\'s normal size, having poofed up in it\'s owner\'s excitement. Midsummer Night! November thought, laughing softly, his eyes so wide and so alive that he looked like a true madman. Nothing could keep him in tonight. Tonight was his birthright, and he would take it or his captors would feel the wrath of the faerie courts.

November turned and padded to the door, putting one sensitive ear to it. He could hear the First Level that they had assigned to his imprisonment outside, breathing quietly. November\'s tail flicked once; no matter. The window it was. He padded over to that, then opened it as quietly as he could. Had he used magic to conceal the noise, the Firstie outside surely would have known. As it was, they paused and stopped their breathing to listen. November was careful not to hold his own; it would have been a dead giveaway.

It was a couple moments before the Firstie outside resumed their steady in-out-in-out, and in those moments November made it to his desk and drew out a piece of paper. He pulled out a quill as well, then wrote his little note and lay it on his bed, grinning quietly. That done, he turned to the window and laughed softly. Nothing... Nothing would hold him tonight. It was exactly as his finely penned, ornate note said - "This is my birthright."

He lept, and disappeared in the air. November was sure that the Firstie would realise he was gone soon enough, and sure that he would be in further trouble for escaping, but none of that mattered tonight, not when he was one of the Kings of the Universe. November reappeared on the grass below, landing softly and immediately ruining the silence by laughing. He was so giddy! Standing, November looked around. It didn\'t seem as though there was anyone there, so he began to make his way towards the forest. He was moving as stealthily as he could, but given the time of year, it left something to be desired. November was sure he would be able to rip through to the Fair Realm here, but it felt so much more natural to step in through the forest - so that was exactly what he planned to do. Now if he could only get there without being noticed and followed...

[Idrial]

Idrial had been only back for a week and it had been very dull for her at the least. She spent most of her time within the library, reading about whatever caught her eye. Though tonight she would be baby sitting as she would have called it, others would have called it a responsibility. Although for being a High Apprentice she did not agree with this statement. Then again it would give her a reason to be outside not that she needed one.

She quickly dressed in her black pants along with her black shirt, one that stuck to her skin, she then quickly swung her cloak over her shoulders and grabbed her black daggers and fastened them to her side. She grabbed her bow and her quiver as well, there would be no need for them but just in case trouble would arise, which she highly doubted that her twin daggers wouldn’t do the job but she felt naked without it. She quickly pulled on her leather boots headed down the hall outdoors were she was to be stationed as a precaution.

A precaution to what?

She wondered this with great interest. As she reached the entrance doors she quickly stepped put and shape shifted into a wolf, it was much easier to cross the grounds and escape prying eyes. As she crossed the grounds with great ease she then stopped to were she was suppose to be station, she looked around and saw a tree all by itself it was wide enough to hide her body yet close enough to were she was suppose to spend most of the night. She shifted back into human form and gracefully walked over to the lonely tree.

She kneeled on one knee and concealed herself with her cloak, knocking her bow. She took a look at her surroundings, a forest was near by, and it was thick and full almost in a good way. Looking up she saw a window with a shadowy figure going back and forth. Suddenly it stopped in front of the window for several seconds then disappeared only to reappear a few feet away, he started to giggle.

She knew who it was, His name was November and she had only seen him a couple times during her training. They were both in the same house but she really paid no attention to him during her training she was not interested in making friends at the time. He suddenly stopped giggling and silently moved toward the forest. She let him go a few steps forward before revealing herself.

Quietly she rose from the knee she was sitting on and spoke in a voice in a most pleasurable voice.

“What would December say if I had to bring you back and show him what you are doing when you should be in your room at this time of night."

Idrial paused for a second before adding in a amusing tone.

"Even if it is your birth right."

She leaned against the tree waiting for what he had to say, her hand still one her bow just in case.

[Fell]

November walked the grounds almost silently, his senses attuned to the forest around him. He could hear and smell all manner of small animals - there, an owl, probably hunting the mouse November could hear nearby. And over there, what sounded to be a chipmunk. And... a she-wolf? Well, that was unusual, especially as he couldn\'t smell the rest of the pack, but not especially disconcerting. November had never had wolf problems in the past, and he doubted he would begin having them now.

Perhaps he would have realised that the smell was a little bit off, had he not been distracted by the day itself. As it was, though, the appearance of a girl from behind the tree was an appearance November hadn\'t anticipated. He stopped where he was, falling into the eerie, absolute stillness of the dead.

November recognised her. He remembered when she\'d first arrived, remembered when she\'d graduated, remembered when she\'d been appointed by one of the Confuto masters - not December. November would probably see her die, too - it was a pattern he\'d seen many times. Her name? November didn\'t remember. He\'d seen too many like her to remember all of them. It was a curse of the immortal, to learn so slowly. Mab had probably made special arrangements with the Academy administration over it.

It interested November, that this she-wolf in girl\'s clothing would know his brother, and apparently about the day itself. No, she was not of the Fair Folk - November would have been able to tell in a heartbeat had she been - but apparently she knew a bit about him and about the high holidays. I wonder how, the pale cait sith wondered, cocking his head to the side. He lashed his tail once; she was keeping him from the Revels. November knew he could simply teleport off, but she knew his name, and his brother - talking would likely be better for now. And if all else failed, that was still an option.

November chuckled softly, the sound escaping his lips as if it were a dry leaf on the breeze. "He would be taking me himself, she-wolf in man\'s garb," he responded, a slight smile coming to his face. November had addressed her in the old way, not in the standard Academy manner, though he fully expected the ancient title to mean little to her. It was something only left among immortals now, anyway - though something still quite good to know in the realms of the Fae.

The boy, older by far than the girl before him, eyed her curiously. "Do you intend to stop me from going?" November asked softly, a shiver running up his spine as the night darkened. They\'re starting, he thought, his eyes growing a little bit wild as ecstasy bubbled up in his chest. November could hear the music, so thin was veil between worlds tonight. His ears twitched and flicked to sounds the she-wolf before him almost assuredly couldn\'t hear, unless she had some sort of a connection to that realm. Perhaps she does... November thought, though it was soon swallowed by other, less tangible ideas and images.

"I don\'t think you could stop me..." November whispered at nothing, sounding half-mad even to himself. In truth, probably nothing could.

[Idrial]

November stopped abruptly and slowly turned around, surprise was surly noticeable on his face no matter how hard he tried to cover it up. Rage was visible within his eyes, he was not planning on being caught especially on a night that was his birth right.

He stared at her intently, his head cocked to the side almost in a inviting way, if she had not seen the tail violently lash to one side she would assume it was safe to approach November. Now she knew it was one of those false invites of safety. She stood were she was her hand still on the arrow, ready to pull on her bow and scare the Cait Sith if she had too, knowing that his first reaction would be to teleport. They were masters at that; it was in their blood after all.

His lips curled upwards and a small chuckle escaped his lips before he spoke once more addressing Idrial directly.

 "He would be taking me himself, she-wolf in man\'s garb."

Idrial knew that title; she was addressing her in the old way, a way that she had not heard for a long time. The title had always meant something to her, even if she was only half werewolf. She almost had to smile but she kept her face emotionless and blank. She looked at the Cait Sith and stared at him, she saw him shiver a little. She could hear a faint hum laced with tiny whispering, one not from this world. She knew that the Fae realm was opening and that November would want to leave soon. He spoke in a soft voice that was edged with eagerness.

"Do you intend to stop me from going?"

Idrial only looked at him and stared intently, wondering what he would do next. Would he put up a fight or would he run. He spoke once more this time in a whisper.

"I don\'t think you could stop me..."

Idrial now had to smile, she let her lips curl up a little and spoke directly to November.

“You be surprised what I can and cannot stop. I be young in my years but that does not mean that you should under estimate me.”

With that she transformed into her werewolf form, to show him what he had under estimated. Idrial stepped forward and stopped, then transformed back into her human form.

“You are partly right; I am a she-wolf but only half. I was born a shape shifter but I was bitten by a were-wolf when I was ten.”

Idrial was not one to give out information but she left out her parents’ being killed that was info that nobody knew and would never know.

“I will let this slide if you take me with you to the Fae Realm, for I can faintly hear they are starting and I know it is a shame to keep you waiting from your birth right.”  

Idrial paused before adding, “What do you say?” She hoped that November would allow her to come. She waited, not knowing of he would teleport in front of her eyes and leave her their or invite her to the Fae Realm.

[Fell]

November rolled his eyes at her display. Wolf, werewolf, what was the difference? He needn\'t work hard to evade either. Had he been aiming to win a fight, he might have been concerned, but fighting didn\'t interest him tonight. "I don\'t underestimate *you*, little wolf. You underestimate me. How could you stop me, tonight of all nights?" he asked. This was stupid. He should just be going. December wouldn\'t punish him over this, and he saw no reason to stay here to converse with a she-wolf.

Her next words, though, absolutely floored him. His eyes widened, and he took a step back. Not only did she want to go with him, but she could also hear them. That meant that she either had some sort of sidhe blood, she frequently tore her way through to other realms or she had some kind of connection to the Fair realms. November couldn\'t sense any sidhe in her, and it was something all sidhe had a high sensitivity to. If he couldn\'t sense sidhe blood in her, she didn\'t have anywhere near enough to hear the realms. Even December could barely hear them, even on days like today. And November wouldn\'t be taking her with him by a long shot until she told him exactly why she could hear it. She could be a danger to them, some kind of a trap. Who knew?

"How can you hear them?" November asked sharply, anger at the invasion of privacy burning in his eyes. "How do you know anything about us at all?" Had December had some kind of a relationship with her in the past? November doubted it, and doubted even more that he would tell her anything about this. So was there some other sidhe here that might have told her about it? Perhaps that servant-pixie, Blue, or one of his family? November\'s tail grew in size, flicking back and forth unhappily. People who weren\'t of the Fair Folk weren\'t supposed to be able to hear their revels, not unless they were right on top of them! He paused. Were they right on top of one? Maybe... So maybe that would be why. This girl didn\'t seem surprised, though, which meant she must have expected it.

It was upsetting. She would have to explain, or November wouldn\'t be taking her anywhere.

[Idrial]

November jumped back as if he was pricked by some unnatural force of some kind. His eyes were wide and his ears were flat against his skull. He was not suspecting that she could hear the Fae Realm. Anger filled his voice as he spoke towards her  

"How can you hear them? How do you know anything about us at all?"

His tail flicked back and forth with fury, he was angry. For them Midsummer Night was a private occasion for them. Something to which they fortified with relentless concealment.

Idrial smiled at his rage, she was a person to which in her just beginning to live immortal life has obtained much knowledge about others and their ways of life. One of them was those just like November and their special holidays. She strapped her bow to her back and spoke in a soft but convincing voice.

“Of all of the immortal’s a Cait sith should know the answer to that, especially one that is connected so closely to the Fae Realm.”

Idrial paused and looked at November, it was not wise to provoke him when he was in state of rage for she had seen what he could do to people if they were not careful, but she continued to speak.

“The Fae Realm is tied to the world of the supernatural, some ties stronger than others. Those born with their blood flowing through their veins like you, have the strongest ties next to being a Fae like Blue.”

Idrial knew she had November intrigued by now and continued to speak.  

“Neither a werewolf nor shape shifters have the ability to hear then for there ties are not strong enough, but if you combine them their ties to the Fae Realm change and become stronger thus now I am able to hear them but only faintly. It only sounds like a faint hum or whisper, I cannot hear their words unless I am up close, but that is all I can do for do not have the ability to tear into the Fae Realm.”  

Idrial knew that she had answered November’s question as to how to hear them and now she was going to tell him were she had learned about them something she did not want to reveal, for were she went was hers to keep secret.

“As for knowing about your kind, when I left the academy I met a Cait Sith like yourself only much older than you or your brother. We became good friends but I am sorry to say he got killed in a fight his opponent soon died after because of the poison that entered his body.”

Idrial looked at November, with satisfaction in her eyes, hoping now that he would take her instead of wasting the night away with dim-witted questions.

“May we go?”

She waited for him to lead her into the woods, to the world of the Fae.

[Fell]

What? Next to a Fae like Blue? An unaffiliated drifter who had no ties to either court, more of a Fae than he, an Unseelie sidhe by birth? Somewhere inside, November smiled coldly. So she doesn\'t know everything after all, he thought, his eyes narrowing slightly as he listened to the rest of her explanation.

Hmph. So that was it; naught but a faint hum granted by the mixing of bloodlines. It still didn\'t make him happy, not by a long shot, but it was what it was. And tonight was probably the only night she could hear it anyway. What surprised November was that another cait sith had been the one to tell her so much. Mmm... I\'ll have to tell Mab, he thought, though the she-wolf quickly made that unnecessary - the guy was dead. IF she is to be believed, November quickly reminded himself. He would need to tell Mab about this she-wolf anyway. She certainly knew a fair bit, and though it probably wasn\'t anything important the Unseelie Queen still liked to keep tabs on such people. The Seelie Queen probably did too, but November felt no obligation towards her.

At least he\'s dead now, November thought. It was just one less job for December... It would be November\'s obligation if he were only a little older, but since he was still in school it would fall on December. But man, this she-wolf was insistent! November cocked his head at her last question, mistrust still in his eyes. "Why?" he asked in response, his tongue running along his sharp canines. "Why do you want to go? Especially when you\'re on duty... It\'s not very befitting of an Apprentice, is it?" November\'s tone was partially factual, partially curious and partially condescending. His first loyalty was to the Unseelie Court and to Mab, but the Academy was a close second. The people here had gained his grudging respect in all the time he\'d spent here.

Perhaps she had a good reason. November was curious to hear...

[Idrial]

November stared at her for quite some time, Idrial was getting impatient either he would take her or he wouldn’t but that did not mean that he had to play games with her, just one of her pet peeves.

It was probably unwise for her to mention the other Cait Sith she had met in the highlands. At least she did not mention his name; he was probably the only true friend she had ever had in her life. Now Gaboriau was gone, He had told her much about their kind and in return she told all she could about hers. They were both seekers of knowledge.

Although he was dead he told her much about the Unseelie Courts. They were usually trained to frighten and sometimes if necessary destroy mortals, and one should never offend them for their punishments are worse than torture itself, and sometimes you would offend them in the littlest of ways.

When he was alive his name was too kept in secret, when he was to die he did not care if she used the name or not, maybe she could use it as leverage here.

November cocked his head and ran his tongue over his canines, they were smaller than Idrial’s but they could be just as deadly if used in the proper way no matter what size. Bite the neck in the right place and you could choke on your own blood, not a fitting way to go but it was silent.

"Why? Why do you want to go? Especially when you\'re on duty... It\'s not very befitting of an Apprentice, is it?"

Idrial kept her lips in a straight line, and softly answered.

“Why? Because, for years I have always wanted to see the Fae Realm, to give something back that my friend can’t do since he is buried six feet under ground. This is the only night that I can do it for the conditions are just right or else I will have to wait another 500 years.”

Idrial smiled before she continued.

“I am not like other Apprentices I know what is important and what is not, I am not those were I live by the rules like it is religion. Besides rules were meant to be broken. You let me come I will give you the name of my friend, it will save you a great deal of guessing of who the Sith was and that he is no longer is a threat to your precious Queen.”

Idrial waited, time was running out and they needed to go now.

[Fell]

500 years? November thought incredulously. That was hardly the case, unless she was completely different from all the beings November had ever encountered or learned about. But then, maybe she was. At least it means, *if* she\'s telling the truth, that she won\'t be following me to the other High Holidays, the young cait sith reasoned. The thought pleased him. Less so her explanation of why she was abandoning her post, but he could do little about that. December, on the other hand, could be quite sure the appropriate parties were informed. Punishment would come \'round in good time. November smiled at that.

"It doesn\'t matter if he\'s dead," November said simply. "I\'m glad he is, though." The words were without heat, stated as pure fact. His death would make the Court\'s collective life easier. The white-haired boy turned and walked into the forest. It seemed that the she-wolf\'s company was rather unavoidable, now, as he was sure she would try to jump into any portal he made, or simply get him in trouble later. Not that November thought it would work very well - December would have his back on this one. "What\'s your name?" he asked. He didn\'t want to keep calling her "she-wolf".

They weren\'t far in the forest when November stopped, standing stock still. A maniac laugh bubbled out of him, and suddenly November gave the impression of wild movement - though one looking would see he was still standing still. He raised an arm, then brought it down quickly. A great tearing noise rent not the air, but one\'s sense of reality. It wasn\'t a sound, but it was certainly there nonetheless. And now, just before November, was another world.

All sorts of Fae of all kinds of types were moving to what seemed to be the right. A couple called out to the young cait sith, waving and beckoning him in. There was certainly music, a wild, energising music that demanded dance and revelry, demanded storms and nighttime runs and all kinds of feral things. November knew it was Moorfolk playing - beautiful musicians, especially with the bagpipes. The smells were equally tantalising, and the sights were perhaps the most interesting of all. Fae, intrinsically beautiful creatures at any time of the year, were especially so tonight.

November looked at the she-wolf, his eyes telling her to go through. He had no intention of protecting her once she was in there, so if she got herself in trouble, she would have to get herself out. November didn\'t even deign to tell her not to eat anything unless she wanted to remain in the Fae realm for the next god-knows-how-long. If she knows so much already, let her navigate my homeland without help... he thought, his smile widening slightly as he waited for her to go through.

[Idrial]

November stared at her for some time before smiling, but it was not a warm smile. It almost seemed she was thinking of something disturbing while she smiled. Idrial did not know what to think, this was an immortal that was highly unpredictable and dangerous. Though it was nothing Idrial could handle for she had faced far worse but still he could inflict some serious damage. Lost in her thoughts she almost did not hear him speak, his voice was heated with a dark tone.

"It doesn\'t matter if he\'s dead, I\'m glad he is, though."

Idrial’s blood went to a boil; he was treading on thin ice with that remark. She wanted to hit November but she knew it would do no good if she wanted to get into the Realm. He slowly turned his back and walked into the woods. She followed with silent steps; she had to be careful and remained on high alert while they walked through the forest.

"What\'s your name?"

Idrial lifted her head. He wanted to know her name, did she hear right. Undeniably you would think he would be content in calling her she-wolf. Not that it mattered to her what he called her but maybe this was his more friendly side, she doubted that though. She decided to answer in case he was trying to be friendly, she answered in a simple tone.

“My name is Idrial.”

He did not reply and she was content with that, for she did not see him speaking to her after she had enforced herself to go with him on this special night, she too would be mad as hell. She kept her head to the ground, her hands under her cloak; she gently stroked the cylinder that she had kept hidden.

There was a loud laugh that made her look up, it was wild and seemly dangerous. There was a loud screech that made Idrial winch, but their lay the opening to the Fae Realm. Fae of all types were within the Realm, they were all so beautiful in there own unique way. November moved off to the side, know that she wanted Idrial to enter first; she was not so sure, was this a trap to lock her in the Realm. Pondering on this she decided to enter ready to jump back if she had too.

She quickly entered the Realm, November right behind her and stopped at the side of her. She stopped and stared, many of Fae folk were looking at her. Mostly with confusion, she had to do this for Gaboriau. She gently undid her cloak and let it fall to the ground, she held the cylinder in her hand, and it was warmer than usual. She looked at November and plainly spoke.

“Tonight you shall witness something very special November, I hope you enjoy it.”

With that she set down the cylinder on the ground and spoke the words that Gaboriau had taught her before he died. The Cylinder began to glow bright blue then turned to bright silver, this is the part that would hurt her most. She quickly grasped the cylinder and held it within her hands. The silver burned her hands intensely, blood ran from her hands but se did not left go, she ignored the pain. The cylinder began to turn to a dark blue, it cracked into two.

Out came a the silver Air Sylph, a rare type of Fae.  It landed on Idrial’s shoulder; with her hands burned and bleeding immensely she managed to speak.

“Welcome Home, Kalieena.”

She turned to November to see what he would do or say. She would probably have to explain what just happened.

[Fell]

One of November\'s ears flicked to her when she dropped her cloak, but he didn\'t actually look. He kept walking, taking a couple of steps farther before stopping to turn and look. Many of the surrounding Fae were looking, some with malicious intent in their eyes, some with curiosity, some with surprise or lust or anger. The emotion depended on the Fae and his or her own opinions on mortals. What Idrial said surprised November, however. Something very special...? he wondered, looking at the silver flask. That can\'t be. To bring a bound Fae here, tonight - !

It was the flask that drew the most attention - attention and repulsion. The Fae that saw it backed away, muttering angrily in the sidhe tongue. November heard some very angry remarks spoken in it, and his mouth curled in a smile. Maybe someone here will take care of our little information leak out of anger, he thought, though he was already tapping his foot in anticipation for the revels. He was sick of waiting, and he could see the same signs of anticipation in many of the surrounding fae.

But Idrial\'s little show was also interesting. November was excited to see the blood that ran down her hands, and also interested to hear what she was saying. So - a ritual of release, then, he thought. The way Idrial chanted them seemed as though she didn\'t know the meaning, but November was pleased to hear it. It meant the dead cait sith hadn\'t broken one of their cardinal rules and taught her their tongue. If he had... Well, it\'s good for him he\'s dead, anyway, November thought with a chuckle.

And then the Air Sylph was free. November cocked his head and stepped slightly forward. "And just how long have you had her captive, Idrial?" he asked coldly. To imprison one of the Fae was not something any Court took lightly. Even the drifters, the neutral, unaffiliated Fae, wouldn\'t look the other way on that one. Certainly, many of the Fae around them seemed more than ready to kill the she-wolf over this. They were simply waiting for November\'s okay - as his guest, she wasn\'t to be harmed so openly without his consent. There were a plethora of other ways to harm someone, though, and fewer of them involved violence than November would have liked. The subtle stuff was more his brother\'s forte.

But no matter. Idrial had something important to explain to not just November, but also to the surrounding, rather cross group of Fae. Some there might never forgive her for it, but most would probably be placated by a reasonable response. Probably, November thought with cold amusement.

[Idrial]

November stepped forward towards Idrial, she could here that the Fae were angry, and they probably thought that she was the one that took Kalieena captive only to bring her back to save her own skin from the Courts which was not true.

"And just how long have you had her captive, Idrial?"
Many seemed ready to kill her in an instant; luckily she was a guest in the Realm unless November gave then the signal to kill her. She had better explain quickly or it would an early death for her, something she would not let happen.

“If you are getting at that I captured Kalieena within this cylinder you are wrong I am only merely bringing her back to her rightful place, would a Fae that I captured be sitting on my shoulder? I think not.”

Idrial’s hands burned, the silver that was burned into her skin would not let her wounds heal, and the blood ran down her hands in a stream, dripping off her finger tips. She ignored it and continued to speak trying not to show pain within her voice.

“Kalieena was taken by a Fae Thief, one who travels within the realm and steals Fae of any kind. They either sold to people for blood letting until the Fae dies or are killed for their blood instantly usually in gruesome ways. I and was only trying to save her from that fate.”

She knew now that she had gotten the Fae attention and some of their anger faded.

“Kalieena is a special Fae; she is the descendent of the very first Fae that inherited this Realm calling it their own.  Her blood has unknown properties and is worth millions. Her fate probably would have been Blood Letting, a fate worse than death. I have no mean’s to keep her as she is now free and back were she belongs, I hope you can forgive me November for not telling you this earlier but I am not a person to give out such information.”

Kalieena flew off her shoulder and began to converse with other Fae near her, she seemed happy to be back and Idrial was glad.  She felt her face going pale spoke a word or two of healing, it did not work not that she expected to, her magick did not work here. She smiled and tightened her hands in a fist to put pressure on the wounds. It seemed to slow but only a little. She looked at November and spoke in a humorous tone.

“It seems that my healing magick does not work here."

Idrial would have to wait it out; she knew that her magick would not work only sidhe magick would work her and did not see November helping her at this point, even if she had brought a Fae back to the Realm. No one would touch her, many thought her blood was tainted but it only became transmittable at the full moon and the full moon would not come until next month. Besided she had gotten herself into this mess and she would have to try and find a way out.

Still this was November’s night and she would not take her away from it so soon. The blood still ran in a river from her hands. She staggered back a bit her back meeting the trunk of a tree. She leaned against it and spoke with a sort of pained tone as she looked at November.

" Don\'t worry about me enjoy your night, I have had far worse wounds that this."

She waited to see what November would do and on the utmost likely chance she would join her Fae friends and let her suffer, although it would a surprise if he did help but she didn\'t give hope to that thought.

[Fell]

God, she was going into a lot of detail about this, as though those gathered here didn\'t know. November was sure that they were all her senior; there were no toddlers present. November gave Idrial a look of displeasure. "We know. I remember Kalieena, but I could have told the quality of her blood even if I hadn\'t," he said simply, the hairs on the back of his neck rising not out of anger, but out of restlessness. "We\'re Fae, all of us. We know each other," he continued hastily.

November just snorted when Idrial made the comment about her magic not working here. "Of course it doesn\'t. But I\'m not going to explain advanced magic theory to you..." the young fae said, watching her slide to the ground next to a tree. Right, the wounds, he thought, his eyes lighting up as they played over the blood there. What he did next he didn\'t think about beforehand - it was simple instinct.

November teleported to Idrial\'s side, then bent down and took one of her hands. As opposed to doing anything normal with it, though, he began to lick the wounds there. The cait sith didn\'t really spare it much thought, as the favour was as much for his taste for blood as it was for Idrial. His tongue was a little bit rough and scratchy, though it wasn\'t as bad as a real cat\'s. What the licking did accomplish, most importantly for Idrial, was cleaning the wounds of silver.

November finished one side, then grabbed the hand from the other and repeated the process happily. Silver wasn\'t a bane to sidhe, only iron. But if she had brought iron here, to the fae realm on tonight of all nights... Well, the Queens themselves would likely get involved. November hadn\'t sensed any on her, no, but he wasn\'t as sensitive to iron as December was. He had to really be concentrating if he wanted to be thorough, and he hadn\'t concentrated on anything all night long. Nor, in all liklihood, would he.

After all, tonight was only for playing.

[Idrial]

Idrial felt a small whoosh of air beside her and someone had grabbed hold of her hand. She looked to her side and there was November and what she did almost floored Idrial. She was licking her hand; it felt rough yet soft at the same time and yet she did not pull her hand away this was probably less painful than digging out the Silver with her daggers.

She could almost see the pleasure within his face as he licked her hands clean of blood which he was also helping remove the Silver little by little. November grabbed her other hand and started to lick that one as well. It didn’t repulse Idrial but she found it rather odd that anyone would want to touch her let alone lick her bloody hands since she was Half Werewolf. She could feel her first hand healing and it felt good.

November finished with her second hand and had let it go, she could feel the second hand healing as well. She knew that Silver could not harm a Sidhe but Iron could and luckily she didn’t have any on her.  She smiled a little and looked into November’s eyes before speaking,

“ If I was a full Werewolf you would have been cursed but it is only transmittable at the full moon which is not till next month, but Thank you. ”

For some reason she could not pull away from this so called stare, she kept looking into November’s deep blue eyes, their were like crystal clear pools of water. Why couldn’t she look away, she had to look away. She hoped this wasn’t one of those moments were the man got mixed signals and tried to kiss the woman. She wouldn’t mind kissing those lips but she didn’t lean in, she waited for him to make the move and if he did not then she would leave it at that but she just stared at him wondering what he would do.

[Fell]

November smiled coldly, a chilling look on such a young face that was only enhanced by the blood smears around his mouth. His tongue flicked out to clean a small rivulet of the stuff from the side of his mouth. "We can\'t inherit that curse," November said simply, though he also seemed self-satisfied. The self-satisfaction came more from the blood he\'d just imbibed than anything else, but it was also nice to know that Idrial didn\'t know everything about them. The curse of the werewolf was one reserved for the denizens of the mortal realms, not those of the Fair Realms. There were curses and oddities aplenty in the Realm of the Fae, though, all of which were quite transmittable to one another. Certainly, November would have been wary of any cursed Fae blood.

But cursed mortal blood...? Even if November were to drink her blood during the full moon, he would have been alright. Though I\'m sure she would be able to hurt me in her cursed form, if she wanted to, the younger of the two thought. Then again, most werewolves didn\'t bother with animal life, only humanoid life. November had watched werewolves rampage for the full three days in his cait form without them approaching him at all. It had been very interesting, to see what they could and did do.

But now Idrial was staring. November cocked his head slightly to the side, wondering what it was she wanted. She was looking directly into his eyes... He had a sudden urge to scare her away with them, but it swiftly abated. After all, it would be more fun to see how she reacted to his world than it would to terrify her. That he could do any time.

"Come on," November said, rising. He didn\'t offer her a hand, but simply began walking towards the Mound. That was what he wanted to do, so that was what he did. Had he felt like kissing her, he probably would have, but the thought didn\'t really cross his mind. 130 years old or not, he was still basically 13, and cait sith grew into their sexuality a little bit later than their human counterparts. All November had seen in the situation was Idrial looking at him oddly for no explicable reason.