She knows

Emma Reid Member of the Faerie Alliance, former member of the Seelie court. Power of psychometry.

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✧ CLOSED STARTER ✧ @theyoungergrimm​  ✧

Emma had a strange feeling in her head ever since she’d shifted into being a wisp. It was strange and somewhat unsettling. She could feel someone else’s emotions, even small shifts. She’d little bits of emotion, joy, confusion, maybe even annoyance. Nothing in line with what she was feeling at the moment. She knew a bit about the wisps. So she was able to figure out that there must be another wisp in here. There must be someone who’d gotten turned into a wisp. Other than Willow of course, Willow would know how to find her if she was still a wisp. So perhaps for an evening the young woman had gotten a reprieve from being he last of her kind.

It must be a part of whatever was connecting them, for Emma felt a pull in a direction when she debated trying to find the other wisp. So she followed the pull. She weaved through the crowd until she spotted the one person she wasn’t expecting. Hans. She stepped up next to him and gave a little nod in greeting. “So, this is certainly an interesting turn of events.” She chuckled lightly. Knowing he could likely feel her confusion but also the giddiness of experiencing being a wisp.

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✧ CLOSED STARTER ✧ @arainwisp ✧

Mingling for a little while, talking to familiar faces. Or, well, voices as many were behind masks and some who’d chosen a mask from the cabin were even dealing with similar things that Emma was. Powers not working- or being all together replaced. She’d soon realized what had happened. It seemed like everyone had been tossed  into some sort of randomizer and given a new sort of magick. She’d benefited from being the species she found most fascinating. Considering there was only one real one. A wisp. She’d also been playing with the powers for a little while and spotted someone she assumed to be the actual wisp of the forest from a distance. She made her way quickly over. “Willow?” She asked cautiously, waiting for the blonde to turn around in hopes she’d found the right person. 

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✧ OPEN STARTER ✧ April Fool’s Event ✧ 

Emma was normally a quiet fae. Keeping to herself, doing research. But she also wasn’t one to pass up the chance to attend one of the parties that the forest seemed fond of hosting. Of course the fae held balls and such before the forest... but there was something about everyone coming together. It was nice. What she didn’t expect that was over the course of the time after putting on the mask she’d felt weird- different. She kept checked the mirror to make sure it wasn’t anything that messed with her like the drinks at the last one had.

It wasn’t until she brushed her hand over an item that she’d realized her own powers weren’t working. They’d been fading but Emma was so used to them it took them not being there at all for her to realize. She looked around immediately to see if anyone else was having this issue. She didn’t feel sick- she felt fine... so it wasn’t another illness. The sudden panic caused a light near her to flicker. She turned to focus on it more and mentally told it to dim, and then brighten. Curiosity stuck her and she continued, playing with not only the light but the shadows. She reached up to pull the mask off - wondering if her new found magick would fade but found the mask wasn’t going anywhere. Clever enchanters. A little smile tugged at her lips This was going to be fun. She created a ball of light in her hand as she returned back to where most were gathered. She couldn’t help but play with the magick that she’d acquired.

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piouswar:

"Oh ho?” There was a giddy, inquisitive rise of his tone, “So far, the forest is able to take in visitors but cone they are inside they are unable to go out, isn’t that right?” There was a sparkle in his eyes, “Forests like these that serve as a sanctuary for inhuman beings are serving as another plane of existence, therefore it ‘lives’.” He paused once more, taking slow steps as his head nodded along with his little lecture, “So tell me, before it ever locked all these pitiful beings, did anything drastic happen?” It was simple logic, akin to the leaves of a flower he had seen once while travelling—the Mimosa pudica, when touched it closes. When someone is hurt, they often find themselves shut themselves from the world. When something alive is threatened they will instinctively protect themselves or when wounded they will seek refuge and hide away. “I’ve had my fair share of visiting many other forests. Do you have any idea of the situation or current state of those forests you’ve visited before you had left?” An unknowing, eerie smile drew from his lips. From what the equinox had gathered, all the many other unrealities have closed, and Arain was the only one that still welcomes beings although at a price that they can no longer leave.

“Lovely, I’ve been bored off my ass with silence in this forest.” A quick jest as he chuckled, “And of course I am amused, such mysteries in life and twists in fate make it more exciting—I abhor a dull life, if fate wouldn’t offer me a worthy entertainment it’d be unfortunate for them if I take matters to my own hands,” a roll of his eyes. He was sort of cocky when it meant that he’d deliver a show—out of the four faes, he had always been the one who was able to deliver great forms of entertainment and creative ideas to spice tedious situations. 

"That is correct. We are... stuck. There is no way out, we’ve all tried various times. “ She sighed lightly. She nodded curiously, listening to him. The forest was certainly some form of sentient. Maybe not in their general knowledge of the word but it was certainly more than just a forest. She was not surprised for the other to mention that. “There was an eclipse... and from what I’ve heard- I did not see it myself, the wisps have all... died.” She sighed. She wished perhaps there was more of a way for them to revive them. Perhaps that would allow the forest to continue on in it’s normal manner of functioning. “No...I’m not aware... why?” She raised her brow curiously. “Are they also shutting everyone in like this one?” If so that could be potentially a much more concerning effect. If they were all on lock down there was something much larger than this going on. 

She chuckled, understanding the sentiment despite the joke. She often found herself alone and without a book or something to study it drove Emma mad. “We’ll see if that attitude keeps up when you have been stuck here for months on end... it’s mysterious sure... but unless you meddle in the affairs of others there’s very little for entertainment here.” Then again, Emma really did not get out for fun very often. She was studious and kept to herself. She could be fairly awkward and found it easier to enjoy the company of books than people. Even if she quite enjoyed company. 

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emrysofembers:

Emrys wasn’t at all surprised at Emma’s seeming reluctance to talk to the Unseelie, even as a Guardian, he would not be so quick to approach Queen Maeve - especially if it was with news that might displease the temperamental Fae in some way. “How is the Alliance fairing?” Emrys found himself asking, these new foes would undoubtedly seek to find the cracks in the Fae’s foundation, now, more than ever, it would be paramount for the Tuath sisters to find a way to work together.

“She was glorious.” Emrys stated easily, he did not think it made him less to acknowledge her strength, but that was not to say he did not wish to surpass her, or, at least trade blows with the woman of war once again. ”In her way, at least.” Emrys conceded, realizing he wasn’t speaking with a fellow warrior, but rather with someone who would more likely avoid conflict.

Absently Emrys wondered where such an item could have come from, and how it ended up here if these four were new to Arain. “Interesting.” Emrys said lightly, his brow furrowed as he considered the woman’s words more carefully. “Where did you find this item?”

"It’s.. fairing.” She chuckled. “It’s going as well as one can expect an alliance made among centuries long enemies to go. There’s a lot of mistrust and rivalry... but I think we’re doing okay all things considered. I cannot speak for the Queen’s matters but I do believe that the rest of us are doing the best we can. I am finding easier as time passes but I cannot speak for everyone.:

She nodded a smile of understanding playing over her lips. “Part of me wishes to see this woman... curious as she seems something to watch... but the other part of me prefers to stay far away from her. I am not one for battle.” In that moment however she understood the human’s desire for things such as televisions. Sometimes there were things one wanted to see but not take part in.

“I found it in some ruins past the forts. Shortly after we arrived in Arain actually... It’s always been a bit different from the rest. There used to be such a power within... But only recently have I felt the power again...” She trusted Emrys and felt he was likely one of few she would trust with the information that she had a potentially powerful and old item in her home.

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piouswar:

“Or so I’ve heard, but it adds to the eerie charm of this forest, don’t you agree?” a pause as he clasped his hands together, one by one the forests that bore another dimension or planes of reality were closing and Arain was the last that he knew of that could still be visited despite the inability to leave. Not that he’d mind, this only made it concrete that the Equinox needed to find out just what made these unrealities close and how to solve them once and for all (not just for Arain but for the other unrealities as well). “I wouldn’t be surprised that this forest closed on itself, how about you? You seem like an intelligent fae, any thoughts on this?” Ever since he knew of the mass disappearance of the wisps he could only assume that the closing of the cairns might have a connection to the death of the wisps. But he could never exactly tell since his own unreality closed due to an unfortunate mishap.

Mouth twisted in a lopsided grin as he cocked his head slightly to the side, “Tell me about it, the moment I stepped here I already felt frustrated.” He chuckled at the feeling, although contradictory to his statement a little while ago that the forest seemed to have its own charm it wasn’t that he hated the forest in specific. It was devastating enough that the beings here held no respect to his power and position, or even know of his existence. An agreeing nod, “They’re very familial oriented,” he stated devoid of any emotion almost as if there was a hint of boredom and disappointment. “I guess that’s the werewolves’ charm too,” because of their special relationship with each other, it was much entertaining to toy with them and see betrayal and hurt arise from certain werewolves. “Just off to visit a good friend of mine, but considering the situation, I’d like to know from you about the forest.” A charming almost welcoming grin drew on his expression.”Shall we continue moving seeing that you seem to have no destination in mind, perhaps a walk around would be fine?”

"I’m not quite sure it adds to any sort of charm. It is quite eerie though. I supposed I’ve gotten used to it. It’s just a bit of an annoyance at this point.” She sighed. It was almost sad to think of really... that being trapped in such a place could lead to just being accustomed to a prison? So many innocent people were just living life, getting used to the idea of being trapped. The reality of being trapped. Stuck in the forest unable to leave. Unable to see those they cared for outside of the forest ever again. Then again, many here didn’t have that. Those Emma cared for here in the forest. All the fae in her court, even all of the other fae. A few humans here and there but none in recent decades that she had grown close with. “What do you mean closed on itself? I believe for some reason it is keeping us here but I don’t know why. I’ve been trying to figure it out for quite some time. Unfortunately I’ve never really had to deal with a temperamental forest before.”

"You seem more amused than most.” She stated curiously- though without actually asking if that were true. He seemed to be handling this rather well. “They are. That’s a good way to put it.” She noted the lack of... well much in regards to that. However, Emma herself was almost envious of the care the werewolves had for one another. She was fae and the fae were much more a court than they were a family. Some did have families however, they just weren’t the same as the way the werewolves seemed to operate. “That sounds pleasant to me. Company would keep my mind off of the things I’m trying not to think about. So that sounds lovely.” 

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For what other being in the forest do you hold the most respect?

"Singular being? My Queen, Aibell. If you mean species, that’d be the guardians. Both take care to watch over what they have assigned to them. And do so with elegance, and strive for fairness in most matters from what I’ve seen. It’s admirable.”

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would you rather be unique or have others to relate to?

"I don’t believe the two are mutually exclusive. You can relate to someone without being exactly like them. No one’s life is exactly the same as anyone else’s and yet... we still relate to one another some how. So both.”

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theyoungergrimm:

Well. She certainly wasn’t being as interesting as she had been during their first meeting. It wasn’t for a lack of intelligence or a spark of curiosity, the things which made so many of the people Hans had met boring. He had seen them in her before and they were still there now, but they were hidden under a layer of shyness. It was like all the curtains had been drawn shut, keeping out distractions and outsiders, at least as far as he was concerned. That wasn’t an issue by itself. Hans had drawn far more hidden people out of their shells in the past. But whether it would be worth the time was another question. She was definitely a magick of some type, but how helpful she would be in the end remained to be seen.

Hans ran a hand over the top of his hair and stepped closer to the cairn, keeping his ears pricked for the sound of a Guardian on its way. “It’s frustrating,” he said, turning so that he could keep an eye on her without staring directly. “There’s so much to learn here, but it’s all so…restricted. I can see how much can be done with magick, how much it could teach us and create, but there are too many people in this forest determined to keep things as they are.” He laughed softly, a little irritated. “But we need to grow and learn. That’s the point of being alive, isn’t it?”

He took another step forward and was brought to a sudden stop a few feet away from the cairn by some sort of invisible barrier. It wasn’t at all like what kept them trapped in the forest, that was just a stroll that brought you back where you started. This was something solid and immovable. “Was zum teufel ist das?” he muttered, taking a slow step to the side and quickly hurrying as he realized the barrier continued. It didn’t curve around the cairn as he’d initially thought, instead it was circling him and Emma where she still sat. “Did you do this?” he asked, turning to stare at her and slowly sliding his hand down to where he kept his gun hidden.

Emma was... frustrated lately. And though she liked to think she was trying to get out more to get over it. See people. Talk to people. Interact. Make friends... she was... not. She was perhaps withdrawing more into herself out of sheer annoyance at the things going on that she didn’t understand. She felt useless and she felt like her powers were doing no good. Good that she very much wanted to do. She needed a good distraction. Something to actually properly keep her mind away from the things that she was struggling to no avail to figure out.

She listened to him speak, her eyes never wavering from him. She had been about to agree - that it was frustrating not knowing what was going on. But he kept speaking. And Emma paused. Thinking over her words carefully. “What do you mean? Keep things as they are?” She asked curiously. Shreya’s views were innocent. Untainted... but this man... he seemed to want more. To want something from the magicks in the forest. If the words were anything to judge by. “I believe you are right, yes but many of those who live in the forest live longer lives. Perhaps consider that change does not come so rapidly for them. Whatever you’re looking for may take more finesse.” She tried to give advise without giving away too much.

Emma’s brows furrowed as the man exclaimed in a different language. Surprise caught her off guard, she hadn’t heard German spoken in quite some time. And it was rusty, but she picked up on what he was saying for the most part. Then he turned to her and shot off accusations. She could see the faint shimmer of magick after he touched the apparent wall. She rose her brows and closed her sketchbook. “I cannot do this. And if I could what point would there be exactly?” Standing she reached out to the barrier nearby and rested her hand against it. “Seems rather pointless to trap myself with a stranger I’ve only met once before.” Emma pointed out looking around trying to judge where the walls were without getting nearer Hans. “There are a few possibilities however... we’re nearby the fae residence so it could be one of them. Or anyone who has access to magick like this and fancies themself a prankster could find this funny enough to leave here. Perhaps it is the guardians trying to keep any new comers from entering without knowledge... or perhaps we stumbled upon a trap for the guardians. I for one, do not have the ability to trap anyone anywhere unless they really like listening to a good story.”

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emrysofembers:

 There was relief that came with a familiar face, when he’d initially felt someone’s approach, there was a sense akin to fear. In his current state, Emrys was made vulnerable, and that was a feeling he detested most. He’d been charged with watching over this Cairn, and he had failed. Unlike Eirlys, he could not blame it on an absence, merely his own inability to withstand the forces that had come at him so vehemently.

“A group of Fae, it seemed they had been here before, and they headed North when they parted.” Emrys paused for a moment, seriousness lacing his features as he caught Emma’s eyes, “The Alliance should be warned, they were a dangerous sort, and it was only on a whim that they left me with my life.” Emrys added, cursing his own ineptitude and already dreaming of his chance for revenge, “I fought one who went by the name, ‘Valerie,’ while the others merely looked on, every blow I was certain would land, missed, and every time I was certain she would miss me – she did not.” Although Emrys was agitated, and speaking of defeat, there was a hint of admiration in his tone, respect even. In no small way was the man eager to cross paths with that warrior again.

“What brought you here?” Emrys couldn’t help but ask, it was an odd hour for Emma to appear, and the man was not fond of believing in coincidences.

She came by each of the cairns fairly often. So she’d come to know Emrys in her explorations. In the moment she actually wished she had some form of healing magic that she could aid him with. However, her magic wouldn’t even work on a person unfortunately. She was slightly disappointed- however, if it weren’t for her own powers she wouldn’t be here at all. She did however, feel lucky that she’d apparently chosen the correct one.

“Interesting...” She hummed in thought. She was growing in certainty that the ones she’d seen in the visions of the item were the ones that had come through this particular cairn. She wouldn’t know for sure unless she saw them... but she had learned to take in things in visions and in life that allowed her to put such things together. She was a clever woman, who had gotten used to her magic and how to fully utilize it over the years. “I will be sure to tell Queen Aibell and hope she passes the message to Queen Maeve.” She was still getting used to trying to respect Maeve- but she did well of it outwardly. “She sounds rather terrifying...” Emma admitted. Hoping never to anger this woman she was not even as much of a fighter as Emrys was and would be o challenge for this woman.

“I have an item at home... and item that I believe might have belonged to someone from this group... I touched it and it was... different from usual. I thought it might do best to check on the cairns.”

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piouswar:

A fae, obviously from the way she carried herself and how the sweet scent was carried by the gentle wind. A nod, “Greetings,” he looked warily left and right through small glances, there is always a possibility this faerie was a snake or of some sort. “Raz, a pleasure to meet you Emma,” Considering he’s already said his name to another in this forest, there’s no need to hide such identities but to at least remain an ounce of anonymity, he only gave half his name. “And no, you’ve definitely not seen me around, I’ve only… recently found myself in this forest—” just a tad bit change in the way he has weaved the threads.  

A brow raised in amusement, lips tugged in a slight knowing smirk, “So…Why in all the divine’s name are you in this… this path? Aren’t the forts the other way around?” Considering the time, it would still be a long way to find yourself in your destined location any time soon. Razael wondered how long it’d take him to arrive at the ruins, he’d have to make sure he’d be ready for Valerie hitting his head with the back of her trust blade. “Or perhaps you’re on your way to pay a visit to the werewolves?” a pause, “Or hmm, just a look at thr mountains?” Although the question could be asked the same for him, a lie would not work and so he decided to play a little.  

"Pleased to meet you, Raz.” She remembered him, vaguely from the visions associated with the item she’d found some time ago. Old ruins she’d explored once. The item was some form of headband, and it seemed to once hold power. A grand lot of power too if Emma could make any proper guess... he was one of them. “Is that so? Well I hope you enjoy it here- I’m sure that you’ve already heard that unfortunately we’ve all become somewhat stranded...” If he’d spoken to likely anyone he’d learned that fact. If he didn’t realize before entering the forest. The way this group had dealt with Emrys, she wasn’t sure what their powers could be. Perhaps they had a way of knowing the inhabitants of the forest was trapped as it were.

She glanced around when he questioned her location. “I was just walking... Things have been frustrating as of late and- well I needed to clear my mind.” All the truth, no word twisting at this moment. Not that Emma bothered with that often... she wasn’t much for lies even considering that she couldn’t actually lie. She just preferred honesty. “The werewolves are actually rather kind surprisingly.” Save for Ezra- well he was kind he was just... uh- well he was something. “What about you?”

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piouswar:

@emmareids

The sun has begun to set, twilight slowly dawning. Razael knew it was time to go back to the Ruins, who knew; perhaps Norwyn was once again pulling his hair out of frustration. He couldn’t blame the poor, unfortunate God. As much as he had wanted to reminisce of the glorious days he shared with the other three, it all seemed like a blur to him. A sigh of exhaustion escaped his lips as he raised his hand, cupping the back of his neck. He leaned on a nearby tree trunk for a quick rest; why was this forest just so boring? At least the faeries seemed to be doing something, the merfolk were… under the water, out of his reach. The other lesser begins were out and about, not that he’d care much about it. Once he’s received orders, a simple command to create war wasn’t so difficult.

Eyes closed for a second and images of the past quickly passed, from simple comebacks to passionate bloodshed, the way simple bakers and farmers took their shovels and rakes to split their wives to pieces or scoop their innards out of their system, after all these woman want it all—then each piece of them could be with each man they hide, first born children throwing their younger siblings into the fire, there can only be one favourite child, after all; friends amputating each other, eager to rip those lying lips off their faces. It is in the fit of anger when people become so honest with their hearts and thoughts. Such lovely memories, remembering this began to burn in the depths of his heart. Impatience rising, Razael could not wait to wreck havoc in this damned forest, just when would the action start?

While on the way, Razael senses another presence. Eyes alert, body standing tall but not too rigid, “…,” he does not speak, only quietly waiting for the other to show itself. If it were another critter he wouldn’t mind grabbing it and cooking it, or kill it for fun. Eyes narrowing at the distance, seeing a few bushes shuffling—there must be another nearby or behind.

Emma walked quietly through the woods. Deep in thought. There was so much going on and yet- the usually knowledgeable fae was quite lost in such matters. She didn’t know who or what was causing anything in the forest. She didn’t know why. She didn’t really know much more than anyone else. She knew a fair bit of the history but that wasn’t really something that was going to help her when it all came down to it, was it? This was one thing that she couldn’t help fix. And this was extremely frustrating to her. 

Not to mention that there was one artifact in particular she had brushed over the other day and it had left her feeling... sad. Different than normal. She had always seen a woman through it but this time she had felt actual sadness radiating from the thoughts. It was weird. So she’d gone out to clear her mind- and considering what Emrys had said about those who entered the forest via his cairn... well she was curious to meet them.

She didn’t realize there was someone else around until she stepped into their line of sight. Eyes widened for a moment before she realized it was another fae. Not one she knew but she could tell regardless. Perhaps this was one of the woman’s friends that had been through Emrys’ cairn. “Oh, hello. I don’t believe I’ve seen you around before. I’m Emma.” She offered, curiosity getting the better of her once again.

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wanderessiums:

They give a subtle nod, “The pleasure is all mine,” a pause, “You’re right, it’s a little odd how we somewhat properly met this way.” The introduction was proper, but the setting—well a little.  A part of them wondered if everyone else trapped were in the maze as well. As much he’d hope nothing awfully dire would appear out of nowhere, he knew at some point some weird magical creature would appear. Dear heavens, hopefully it wasn’t some vacuum. He glanced at the other’s direction, now it was his time to look at her as she had her gaze up above, a slight hum escaped his lips, it felt—a little nice his presence was acknowledge even just for this moment. He hadn’t socialized much with other fae, more so with those of Seelie Origin. “Yeah, like… the saying calm before the storm…” a pause as brows furrowed, “Wait was it before or after…? I can’t remember.” A sheepish grin drew upon his lips as they emitted a chuckle.

They sit up, a little stretch as the cold sheet of ice has almost (almost) made his bones frozen, not that it was a big problem to him. “Well, the forest caaaan be a little mischievous, and under this weather I doubt that these walls would disappear,” a hum as he looks around at the towering walls, “I guess we should move along and find that library then? I don’t think we can ever achieve something by staying here… or well, we can achieve death… anyways, hopefully it’s not too far or like… disoriented, who knows what sort of magic this labyrinth has…,” there was evident worry for a moment in their expression. “And, um, a warning—I’m not very good with directions.”

"Somewhat properly.” She laughed. “Very true, I’m often a bit... distracted so I tend to miss proper introductions with a fair few people.” She would leave her bias out of this discussion for the moment however. She quite liked Lorien so far. They were nothing like the Unseelie she had come to expect over all. In fact, if she had absolutely no knowledge otherwise she likely would have guessed them to be Seelie. And that was saying soemthing because Emma was actually usually a fairly good judge of character. (Or so she thought, it was no always so true however.) “Calm before the storm... there tends to be moments of quiet before a storm before it hits... after the damage has been done so nothing it really quiet. If that helps remember at all.” She smiled gently.

Emma nodded. “I would say it quite enjoys being a bit mischievous really. If this is anything to judge by. Hopefully it is only mischievous and not malicious though. I should like to make it out of here...” She admitted with a glance around as the other sat up. “I believe you’re right- the cold is getting quite bitter.” She sighed, sitting up herself now. “That’s okay... I’m not sure directions would help us a lot in this... We don’t know where we are in comparison to anything... but we can just pick a wall and follow it. Like they say to do to solve a maze. You know?”

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theyoungergrimm:

Hans stepped closer, glancing down at the sketchbook in her hands. The way she sat brought back memories of being a child, sitting at his window or out in the woods, determinedly drawing pictures of anything that looked like the stories his mother told him and bringing them back to her with excited words. I found a mushroom ring, he would tell her, eyes bright with wonder, and she would ruffle his hair and say, that’s wonderful, Liebchen. He hadn’t done that for years. After his mother’s death, Greta no longer wanted anything to do with him, and he knew enough to keep any such pictures far away from his father.

“I have been well. Busy with all the odd things that have been occurring lately.” The last time they had spoken she had seemed similarly invested in getting to the bottom of the strangeness within the forest. Perhaps she would have come to some conclusion that the facility hadn’t. That would be easy, he thought bitterly. The facility seemed to be fumbling more every day, each new change sending them reeling.

“That’s actually why I’m here,” he said, stopping to lean on a tree facing her. Hans glanced at the cairn with a slight frown. “I was hoping that there would be some answers here at the cairns. They seem to be a source of some kind for the strange activity here. Have you found anything of note?”

She smiled up at him. She felt a bit like a child honestly, the way she was sitting on the ground, sketchbook in her lap. Though she often sat on the ground, a bit more in tune with nature and uncaring of getting a little dirty than some others. Then again, you had to be slightly okay with such things when you were out and about as much as Emma was. She often traipsed through off parts of forests or other natural locations. Just to get to a far off ruin that she knew was there but wasn’t quite as easily accessible as other places because it was left abandoned for years.

“I know, it’s quite strange isn’t it? I always knew there was more going on in this forest than meets the eye but... I believe there may perhaps even be more than I expected going on here.” It was a mystery, and it was frustrating. Emma didn’t like not knowing things. And more so, she didn’t like being unsure of where to go to the get the knowledge that she sought.

“I’m afraid not... nothing more than the flash that happened, but I do assume you saw that...” She shrugged, it was a hard thing to miss honestly. She couldn’t imagine there were many in the forest who hadn’t seen the light. Plus it was shortly before the mer and vampires had showed up. So - everyone had at least heard about it by now. Of that she was almost certain.

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What or who is the greatest love of your life?

"Fantasy, Knowledge, Imagination. I love it all with a passion that I have not yet found for a any living being. There’s so much to know. So many things that you can imagine. So many stories. That’s my greatest love... someday though, I should like to find that in someone else.”

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emrysofembers:

@emmareids

His defeat at the hands of a Fae was somewhat humiliating to him, as a warrior, Emrys was a proud fighter, but at every junction he’d been just a step behind. There had been four of them, but one had been enough to put him down like he was little more than an inconvenience, he cursed himself in no small way. He’d gotten lazy as late, complacent even, and his sister would likely be the first to point out that he drank too much and was dulling his senses, losing his edge. The one who called herself Valerie had moved like a dancer possessed, taking as much joy in the fight as Emrys - yet it was just a game to her, and he had barely been a player.

Barely an hour had passed and Emrys had already reset his shoulder and apart from a few bruised ribs, he was going to be just fine. He sat now by his fire, next to the Cairn he’d been charged to protect, feeling ever the failure before he caught the scent of another Fae. His nose sniffed instinctively as something sweet permeated the air and he shifted his gaze into the direction of the Forts - someone was coming. 

“You missed quite the show.” Emrys said easily, recognizing the smell as one of the few people he didn’t so much mind lingering around the Cairn, at least her interests aligned with something beneficial. “More of your kind passed this way only an hour ago,” Emrys winced lightly as he raised his arm he’d put in a makeshift sling, “and I don’t think they’re the ‘sit and make friends’ sort.”

Emma had a collection of artifacts. Strange things from places they’d traveled and ruins she’d visited. Currently though the ones that were actually not tucked away in some storage somewhere were the ones from the forest. Ones she was studying and curious of. Ones that held secrets she could watch unfold when her fingertips danced over the surface. They were all from previous beings that inhabited the forest. Previous groups and settlements. A few she could tell were from fae. Others were just human things. Other groups through the years existed, too many people to list had seen some of these items.

One item in particular had always been curious to Emma. A strange feel to it when she touched it. Scenes unfolded. One particular woman the clear owner of this. A face that Emma had never seen before. She had always thought her fae via visual alone. This particular evening though something strange had happened. She’d actually been going to grab an old book from her collection when she had entered the room and felt almost compelled to go to the diadem...No actual force but there seemed to be a power behind it she hadn’t noticed before. When her hand touched the trinket this time- the small inkling of sadness that usually accompanied the visions was much stronger. She pulled her hand back and wiped a tear off her cheek. Feeling rather silly for crying for no reason. But- she hadn’t expected the emotion had been unable to hold back her own reaction to feeling the call so suddenly.

 Something was off. Something was different. With the way the Cairns had previously allowed in new members... she decided perhaps checking with them would be a good idea. So she headed out shortly after she’d picked up the item. Leaving it home of course- it felt safer hidden away in her home within the forts. So she approached Emrys’ Cairn. One she frequented as the Guardian was quite kind to her. “Someone did come through then?” She paused her eyes actually finally taking his appearance and the damage done. Her expression shifting to one of concern. “Are you okay?”

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