The Seanan

Ahhh... This is Council Chambers? If I click my heels n say "no place like home" wot ya think would happen?
- Rogue

Hish!
- Arrow

Just saying. This looks like that kinda place...
Ow! Stop Arrow. Me poor 'ead, eh!!
Oh, wow! Wot IS that! - R


I see what you see. Boy from away.

Impossible?
Perception makes it real.
What matter to you, if passing through yon door brought you some place unexpected. Doors open the way.

So. Step beyond the spheres Tieran of Thoraux, that I may see the Emissary that Thrane has sent me... Rogue is what you go by in Faelan? Well. I suppose the shoe fits. Click click click?
No? I don't suppose you could go home now even if you wanted to.

Why are you all surprised at my revelation? No one here is who or what they seem.
No. No objections. Even this mantel of features I wear is a mask for your comfort,
and what I see I see.
I am Imnah. Sister to Celeteren, last of the pure Emin. As Seanan to the AeriEmin, I sit in her absence on this Mossy Throne and YOU are here by my sufferance.

Sit there, Berin Aladantin. The Mutt in the Middle and the Rogue on her flank.

No Rogue.

Not that one.

A Fae Throne would be your death.

Do try to curb your Devils, man of Thoraux. And sit where you've been told.

Or...

I can paralyze you for the proceedings if you wish...

- Imnah