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Wednesday, 15 October 2014

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So Princess... How does it go from here? - Berin

Not well.
At least not that I can see. - Arrow

Eric of the Georges only sees us as divisive. - B

He's not wrong. - A

Huh.
He called us "incestuous" for "cross breeding" over intricate, sacred, and ancient genealogical boundaries. - B

Again. He's not wrong. Certainly not by Faelan's 'ancient and sacred' rules. - A

He also accused us of dumping it on his doorstep to deal with in the form of young Accalon. - B

Well. He's not wrong there either. He knew there'd be too much power in too small an area. That attracts way too much attention from the greedy and covetous who slide through the Worlds. It defeats his purpose in being here. He didn't want it and we strong armed him into it. - A

Ha! This is not the source of his evil leanings. - B

True. But what hope of ever lancing it if we do as the others? No. Don't look at me that way. My orders come from high up.  This added a significant crusty layer over a deeply festering sore.
Regardless.
That Hedge wasn't only for Beauty. The Fae dumped and ran, leaving only me to represent.
Strange things are drawn to power Aladan. - A

Princess. It was his own ass he was covering with the Briar. - B

Yes. But not only his. I was there, and have come and gone throughout. It has been almost beyond us to keep up the battle. And that is no small thing. The Fae, in all its wonderful flavours, were not too interested. Doesn't affect them, right? And, yes. I know the exceptions as well as you. However. This bunch burning to go into their sacred bacchanalias this Hallow's Moon, are not going to be easily reined in if there rites are imposed upon and their rage gets turned this way.
This does affect them now.
They will see this place as a target even as they deal with the Ghosts. This breaks the most sacred in this slice of Sanctuary: Don't interfere with me and I'll leave you alone. They are not going to care that its their own ignorant, blind rules that have helped create the situation.
Crossing the boundaries in love and war has always gone on. It builds strong alliances that the short sighted and short lived, miss. Our battle to convince a significant number of our myopic relations of this truth has now become considerably more difficult. At least from our perspective. So. How is it, Berin Aladantin, that we are going to convince my unacknowledged cousins that our counsel is wise? - A

Huh. I assumed you were going to tell me. - B

You do realize, Berin. You're not for me, either. - A

What?! Where in the Darkness did that come from?? Never... - B

Hush. Your eyes give it away. Not much. Not often. But enough that it needs to be said.
Besides, you've been so busy warning off all the little boys that I thought you should know. In case there's anyone else you feel the need to scare away...
It will be a very strong man with a good brain and a heart both big and hard who can top me. One wise enough to share the position.
And that,
my friend,
is not easily found. - A

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