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There's a Sidhe princess in the bar.

She's been feeling sorry for herself and been keeping to herself. There's dark shadows under her eyes and a quiet tiredness around her. Now she's sitting in a arm chair and curled up around a book. Tea and breakfast next to her.

Feel free to bother!

[OOC: Mun is here all day but might be a bit slow, baby and babysitting..god save me from highhanded 9 year olds]

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[ooc: oh, I can understand that]

"I can come and go - I've been here a couple of months."

She watches the woman carefully and then says quietly.

"You feel familar."

Girl, girl, just a girl for all she could be married with a babe.

"I am Fae."

She stares, silent.

And then "You do not feel like any fae I have known" Softly. "But familar still"

"As you do not feel like any fae that I know of, and yet you are familar. Different worlds, but same magic."

"Yes."

She says softly. "I am sidhe.." She watches her "Do you have a kith?"

"Kith?"

"it's like..family..which family of fae."

She tries to explain.

"I do not know."

She blinks a little and tilts her head.

"Is there no court where you are from? No fae court?"

"There is, but I am not part of it."

"Oh"

She pauses then looks at her "Have you ever been to it?"

Morgan shakes her head.

"Not yet. Just to my brother's court, is all."

She nods faintly.

"I am from the unseelie court." Not sure if it will mean anything to her.

It does not.

"Unseelie?"

"The darker court. The Nightmare court."

She says quietly.

She tilts her head.

"I was under the impression that there was one true court, of ilusion and light and darkness all in one."

"No where I am from..the court of Light and Illusion is the Seelie, we are the court of Darkness and Nightmares."

Watching her.

"Two sides of a coin." She shrugs.

"Each face very different."

She says softly.

"But still the same metal, when all is said and fought."

"Very true..more true than they would like to admitt I fear"

Agreeing.

She smiles.

"In that, they are very much like mortals. Or mortals are like them."

"In some ways it's like a mirror. Fogged and shaded..but the same person peering back"

She tilts her head.

"Yes." She shrugs, and gets to her feet. "It has been nice talking to you...but my mother will be getting worried."

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