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Something was wrong in her woods. Very wrong. Titania had felt it now for some time, before she pulled herself from her bower, before she met with Oberon. The pricking sensation she felt in her thumbs had not ceased, continuing its warning. Warning of what, she still didn't know, but she knew it was something she should remember.
It concerned her, mildly at first, but that concern grew to alarm when she found the first body. It was a seelie fey, one that was small and innocent-looking, and one she knew well. One who'd been on the council that decided her marriage to Oberon. One that had done... something, something else she couldn't remember. The little fairy was dead, killed by magic stronger than its own, or at least magic used far better than the seelie's. Darker magic. Titania could still feel it. Dark waves of strong unseelie magic, like Oberon's but different. Shadow. Cold. Darkness. And familiar.
She couldn't place why.
She was torn. One of her own had been murdered, and yet, she knew this fairy had done something, perhaps something unforgivable, something that may have merited it this fate. She did what she thought best. She took the twisted body from the the place it last and covered it in new greens, grasses and flowers, letting its body return to the earth. It was only after she'd done so she wondered if she had for its peaceful rest, or to hide the fact that something was really happening.
The pricking in her thumbs redoubled and Titania left the area, and headed for the lake. Didn't matter which lake. She wanted to get away from the sense of wrongness pervading everything. She undressed, and stepped into the cool water, up to her waist and started to plan her next move.
Tags:
genkurō, titania
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"I know," Titania replied immodestly. It was the least of what she could do, really. If she wanted she could make a full grown tree spring up at his feet, with him still in it as it rose skyward. Instead she stood, the sweet smell of flowers and grass in her wake.
She stretche dout one hand, and before she'd finished doing so, a bird flew merrily from the nearest tree, hopped right onto her finger and chirped at her. She luaghed as though it had told a joke and then turned back to him. "You are more than welcome to see more, though you've already seen plenty." She was back to flirting and teasing again, as if no sour mood had ever crossed her, not even for a moment. "And this companion you speak of, he? Or she?"
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