milliways_bar | (no subject)

::Absolute power corrupts.:: It's an idle saying, but true in most forms of ruling. ::You would like King Taranis, ruler of the Seelie Court, even less then. Queen Andais, while harsh at times, is more seeing of the big picture. King Taranis is harsher, but his main flaw is that he hides behind illusions. As long as it looks alright, it is.:: There's a hint around his words that might show that he feels Taranis is a fool, though even here and like this, he would never come out and say it.

Doyle catches the cookie, though it did come close to hitting him. And despite something being bopped at him, he's smiling. He gives a small bow of his head. ::Not being sad is a good thing. No one should be sad. And being a good brother is even better.::

::It can:: she agreed quietly. She's seen it...stars snuffed out in hunger and wild joy, the sheer feeling of riding the edge of such power...

Her mother's memories...

::For the sake of peace in the universe, never, ever let me follow you through a door home:: she chuckled, but there's a steely edge to the thought.

As for Nate, well, he rather enjoys people with a decent set of reflexes. It'd make an interestng game to see just how many cookies could be intercepted...in fact, the flotila is gearing up for an aerial strike when he begins to mull over Doyle's words. ::Some people should::

He gives a slightly twisted smile. He might just be contemplating what would happen if he did let her follow. ::I'll remember that.::

He's eyeing the cookies, watching to see what will happen next with them. No one ever really knows with a child. ::Why should some people be sad?::

Her own smile echoes his eerily, she's...always been a focal point of revolution, of salvation, of change. It would certainly be an interesting thing...

The cookies, oddly, fall to the floor and stay there, storm clouds gathering upon the toddlers face ::Some people are bad::

If not partially disastrous, due to most of the Fae structure being based on the hierarchy.

Doyle leans forward slightly, watching Nate a little carefully. ::Yes, they are. But that doesn't mean that they should always suffer for it.::

[ooc: AIM! you need to be on AIM!!!]

That which does not kill them...builds a better kingdom.

Nate...leaned forward, obviously being secretive as he glanced up at his sister. The words that come now seem tight, controlled, probably shielded from his sister ::Some do:: he sent bitterly, flashes of memories leaking through, dark blood and pain...and his sister.

[Can't :( D&D and all, I'm sneaking between stuff..you nee dto tag Liz into PLot though!]

The problem is, the Fae don't know what hold the essnece of what they are. Kill that section of beings and you kill them all.

There's a small sympathetic smile. Because really, he feels that children shouldn't be able to know of such things. ::You know far more than you should, little one.:: And there's a dark hand to ruffle Nate's hair in an attempt to lighten the mood somewhat.

[ =( Tomorrow, you be on? And, I shall, I wanted to talk to you before I threw her in!]

Unfortunate that, yeah, no Rachel coming to meet his people...as good as it may be for them in the long run...

::Don't tell Rachel:: he stated soberly. ::She hid most of it and I can't reach the rest:: he sighed, the cookies slowly rising once more.

[Should! We've got the arrival bit paused for Liz *nods happily*]

He could always see about bringing certain members of Fae in from his world once he's unbound to meet her instead.

There's a small nod, because if that's what he really wants Doyle will hold to it. Especially since the child had an adult attitude towards the matter. ::So how many different animals are there in the group of crackers.:: He's smooth in changing the subject.

[tagged! and I can't believe I missed all the fun you guys had last night. *sighs*]

Wel, if Doyle ever wanted her to speak to anyone...she can be persuasive.

::Every kind!:: he laughed hapily, letting the shadowed thoughts slide away. After all, until recently, Nate was far, far older...sometimes even now he remembers that.

[*cuddles* Wasn't so much really! I just got the plot outline up and the few arrival tags *nods* we was waitin for you!]

He gives a chuckle. ::Even aligators?::

He gives a grin at Rachel. ::Is that all he'd eat if he could?::

[*huggles* I have read the outline, and can't wait for the eating of the Hunter part... *whistles innocently* thank you for waiting!]

Nate wrinkled his face up once more, thinking...then with a flicker os sheer power and a strange popping noise, he triumphantly held an alligator. ::Yes!:: though it looked suspiciously like a crocodile.

::Yes:: she admitted, rolling her eyes with a fond smile. ::I wonder if he'll still love them a few weeks from now when he's grown up?::

Doyle studies the alli-dile with a grin. ::Was that in the swarm around you or did you just create that one to prove to me that you could?:: Because he's not really sure of the power or the lengths that the power can be used.

::Depends on how much he eats now?:: He's heard of kids over eating a food and then hating when older. Could happen with these.

Nate grinned ::Made it!:: kids are prone to showing off. Manipulating atoms and rearranging them, well...that's a nifty trick. Not something Rachel would ever show...but she could do it to. ::Want some more?::

Rachel just sighed, carefully keeping an eye on any he actually eats instead of floating around. ::Wish he'd like something better for him:: strange coming from the woman who forgets to eat...

Doyle gives a dark chuckle, though most of the dark is just shadow. ::What else can you make?:: He finds it amusing, though if Rachel gives him a sign, he'll fain lost interest to help Nate stop.

::Like rice or noodles?:: It's a genuinely curious question because he's not sure what's out there that kids might like and that's healthy.

And that's a hard question...one that Nate thinks over very hard. ::...anything I think...but it's hard to make big stuff. Andheavy stuff. And solid stuff...:: he noted. ::Want anything?:;

::I honestly have no idea what kids eat:: she admitted quietly. ::Maybe apples or something? Those are healthier. And peanut butter::

He gives a soft shake of his head. ::No, thank you. I'm very happy with what I have currently.::

He gives a small shrug to Rachel. ::That sounds about right? It's been so long since there has been a child in Court that I'm a little rusty on the small amount of knowledge I did posess once.::

::'kay:: Nate shrugged, starting to lose interest in his sisters friend...as long as said friend behaved himself anyway. He could be a very angry toddler if he even imagined someone slighted his sister...

::An entire court without kids?:: she asked softly. That...truly isn't healthy.

Doyle is always the proper gentleman. When not behind closed doors, though only with a certain person. So Nate shouldn't have to worry.

He gives a solemn nod. ::It is probably one of the reasons the Queen has dubbed that the first of the two heirs that is with child will receive the throne of the Unseelie Court. As, the fact that the court goes childless is usually because the King or Queen can not have children. At least Queen Andais is trying to rectify this.::

Nate isn't worried about gentlemanly behavior...he worries about false friends. He's the suspicious type. With animal crackers.

It almost blows her mind, a people who could go so long without fixing such a problem. ::I can help:: she offered, sorrow dripping through those words.

Doyle will never give the persona of a false friend either. He doesn't see a need for a false friend, and the fae in his world don't lie. And being a false friend is too much like lie-ing.

He blinks at her with a curious look. ::How could you help?:: He's never thought anyone could help really. Short of getting a fertile couple on the throne.

Nate'll figure that out eventually.

She's not exactly sure how to explain ::No people...should have to live that way:: she offered, palm face up and light forming pictures above her hand.
She's...life. She's Phoenix. And she's a teke who can affect the sub molecular level. All of this dances in those pictures.

He gives a nod, watching the pictures. ::No people shouldn't, I agree. But that is why the Queen is giving the thrown to a couple who can have children. Once on that thrown, the Court will begin to have children again.::

There's flame in her eyes now, and a deep, star flecked depth in her mental voice now ::Tell me of those who would ascend...::

Nate glanced up, distracted, eyes wide. ::Rachel!::

She blinked, slowly letting the flame trickle away...::...I'm sorry...::

Doyle's eyes flicker between the two for a moment.

::There is Princess Meredith and Prince Cel. Prince Cel is the Queen's son, Princess Meredith the Queen's niece. Prince Cel is on the slightly crazy side and most do not wish to see him assend the throne. Though few will voice that because Princess Meredith is the only other canidate. Princess Meredith is mortal, or at least she was in my time line. I saw here here and she was very immortal so I do not know what has changed between when she comes from and where I come from. But, the Court fears that with the Princess having mortal blood, she would doom the court to a life of mortality. I don't think that would happen, nor do most of the guard. Anything to spare the Court from Cel is what I wish for the Court myself. Though I would like to see Meredith on the throne.::

[sleep! ish good! night!]