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Titania knew Oberon was moving through the woods again. She could feel his very presence, written upon the leaves and grass, leaving the indelible mark of the unseelie king upon each blade. She could sense the other magic too, the one that she now knew was Mabb's. She'd come upon each individually, but had yet to notice any mingling of the two, any hint that they had met and had been at all together.
Titania stepped from her bed and moved, sliently, gracefully to her pool, a pond-like body of water in which she bathed. Her inner court had again been dismissed, but only since last night. She was certain at least one of the four would come to look in on her soon; they always did. She was just as certain Mustardseed knew well more than she was letting on about the council's activities that led to their deaths. It was why the fairy was so hard to pin down for any sort of questioning. Titania's face was grim, and expression very unlike her. She had plans this day.
Today she would seek out either Oberon, Mabb or even both.
Tags:
peaseblossom, titania
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Titania didn't need to look up to know to whom the voice belonged. "Good evening, Peaseblossom," she responded, her voice just as quiet, as one deep in thought. She was submersed in her pool to her shoulders, her red hair pinned atop her head, a few curls struggling to come loose.
She looked up then, at Peaseblossom, at the basket she carried. "Join me, dear one," Titania said, a gentle beckoning of hand to let her know she was welcome. A curl managed to escape, to slip down her neck and into the water. It didn't matter. Titania would soon be requesting her handmaiden wash her hair for her anyhow.
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She reached up to rub at her right eye just slightly, but she nodded, knowing and trusting that if her Queen says that Mustardseed is fine, then she must be.
The smile returned to her features, and as soon as her Queen was settled, Peaseblossom would start to wash her hair. She even started to hum softly, at least until the question was asked.
"I believe she's frightened," she answered honestly. "We all are, because of...Well, the deaths?" She continued to gently wash her Queen's curls, apparently not bothered by the question. "We haven't spoken in quite some time, it feels like an eternity, but I'm quite sure that's why my Mustardseed is hiding."
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If there was one thing that Peaseblossom could not stand, it's being frightened. And right now, try as she might to keep from being frightened, it wasn't working. "You should not have to," she shook her head as her Queen turned to look at her.
Her eyes connected with her Queen's, and as per every other order she's given, Peaseblossom took it very seriously. She gave a nod of understanding. "As you wish, Queen Titania," she replied, just as she always did when she's told to do something. "If I find her, I will come to you straight away."
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Titania did linger in the pool a little longer, and then stood, water dripping from her skin as she reached for her clothes. She spied a clutch of leaves again, another of those faces, and she knew for certain it hadn't been there before. It was watching again, she was certain, and this time she could swear the eyes did follow her as she moved.
Her eyes narrowed just a bit, and yet her lips curved. Amused by the voyeuristic magic, she took her time dressing before she set about preparing for the night's revel. Perhaps sometime soon she'd discover the secret behind the green faces. For now, she was just happy enough her mind was off of Mabb, however briefly.
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