Reivyn's eyes flashed gold for a moment, and his nose twitched, "Excuse,it's been nice seeing you all, but I need some fresh air." Reivyn stalked out with a heavy foot, about twenty feet away from the bar, and rested against the wall, ~~ Sire, that was the semi-formal affectionate tone he used with Ellesandir. Zoey moved silently to Puck's side, his 5'2 form passing easily among the taller mortals or otherwise. Ignoring the creature perched on his shoulder for the moment, his jaden eyes lifting to study the others. He remained silent as was his nature, quiet and withdrawn around those he was unfamiliar with. With Puck at his side, he at least felt comfortable. The trickster was well known for being one of the worst people to encounter in a bad sitaution... which in the Dark Bard's eyes, this could turn into all too easily. Glancing up to Puck,he questioned silently, ~~ Somehow, he knew his questions would either go unanswered or ignored. Protesting or refusal would end him up spitting flower petals everytime he tried to speak or something of the like. Remaining silent for the moment, his attention fell first on Reivyn, stepping back a pace from the tall and powerful looking man as he stalked away from the group. Shifting it onto Crysalis and Ellessandir, he nodded softly to the stream of chatter from the spriggan as it pointed accusingly at the latter. Evidentally, it wasn't too pleased with the attention that the fae had given it earlier, especially when Ellesandir had been about to swat it with the broom. Trying to remain serious at the variety of insults being heaped upon the other fae by the creature, Zoey's too pretty features finally fell into a fleeting smile. Puck smiled and went into a deep formal bow to Kione, so out of place in the smokey gloom. "My lady does remember Lord Aergol mac Ciarda's bastard son Kieran after all the hubub of a crowded Faire? I am impressed. I didn't think that I hung around long enough to get pinned for anything I did." He chuckled slightly at himself and shook his head. "But seriously, have you heard the latest? Admin is thinking of putting together a new stage show. Something about The Fair Folk." ~~ He then turned to Zoey with a mental sigh. ~~ Had someone been privy to the conversation going on between Puck and Zoey, they probably would have had to burst into giggles at the expression of complete disbelief on The Dark Bard's face at Puck's revelation. All he could do for a moment or two was blink as his brain slowly asorbed that information. Giving Puck on of those 'I Can't Believe I'm Paired With You' looks, Zoey slapped a hand over his forehead. He could already feel the headache trying to form. What had the King and Queen been thinking when they put him with the Trickster? This had to be one of the cruel ironies of life to be stuck with the one person in all of Avalon that was his complete opposite. ~~ was all that Zoey could comment dryly. Briefly, he studied Ellessandir, a small smile of appreciation flicking over his rose shaded lips. Handsome to say the least. Pity he was against them. Ah well, at least he wasn't that hulking brute. Running a slim fingered hand through his sun and fire coloured locks of hair, the dark fae turned his attention from pleasure back to business. Speaking in soft tones, his voice carried a musical quality to it, lilting with tones of flutes and windchimes stirred by a soft breeze, "The Fair Folk? Should be interesting to see their show, especially if they portray Robin Goodfellow. Then again, I always liked the title of Peri versus Fair Folk. A name taken from the word 'peril' seemed more fitting after some of the legends I've read." ~~ Puck replied mockenly.~ The King and Queen were very explicit about it too. I thought you knew that.~ "I'm not sure if they're going that far, cousin. I heard they're just going to have a couple of dancing circles and then do a show featuring some sort of fight between humans and Faerie. I'm not sure though." Kione laughed a little at the bow. "How could I forget?"she asked with a raised eyebrow. *About the Fair Folk, hm? Wouldn't that be a appropiate...* "No, I haven't heard anything like that. I'm not as involved with the Faire group as I used to be. Sounds like an interesting summer, though." Something the black haired man had said occurred to her. She looked from the sprightly silver tongued man in the leather to his pretty, but almost terminally quiet companion. "You two are cousins?" Kione asked skeptically. It didn't seem possible... Kione irritably looked over to the bartender, who had been steadily ignoring her for almost half an hour. That was it; she was tired of waiting for the bastard to come over so she could confront him. "Excuse me," she asked the small group politely. "Hey Richard, would you mind finding Colette? I think we're going to leave in a bit. Nice meeting you both," she said, nodding to the other two. Rich nodded. "Sure. I think she's over there," he said, pointing to the corner. "Hey Alan, nice to run into you. See you in class." He walked over to where he'd thought he'd seen Colette graviate to, and managed to locate her in a few minutes. "There you are. Kione wants to head somewhere else for tonight. I think she's pissed off at the bartender or something." "Bye bye," Puck said with a wave of his hand. Giving Kione a gentle grin, he said. "Oh yes we are. I'm a Mergrae and Zoey's a Knight, the son of my tiny Aunt Morgan. The Knights take after the Scot side of the clan while the Mergrae's take after the Norse. It has been a pleasure. Maybe we can talk again when you're not so busy." Nodding in farewell, he led his 'cousin from the bar to the back of the building in the deep shadows. ~~ ~~ Ellessandir's head lifted as he received the warning from Puck. He gave a wry grin. ~~ He self-conciously raised a hand to the slight shadowings of a bruise on his left cheek. A fluke...nothing more. Ellessandir collared the owner, Peter, and notified him of his departure. He quickly grabbed bag and coat, and hurried out the door. "Just a second," he said, stopping beside Reivy. He leaned back into the shadows created by the building. "Had I not seen you, I would have smelled you. You wish to speak to me?" Reivyn shifted against the wall, "The moon is full tonight... and I didn't plan on attacking any of them. The smell of magic was too great in there and I needed air." ReivynWulf cracked his knuckles, "The trickster, how did he know who and what I was? And what is this I hear of the humans having witches protected this realm?" It took Crysalis a several moments for her anger to be held in check as she watched each of them forget about her so quickly. *Oh, who cares?* she told herself in resignation as she hurried along to follow quickly, fairly racing out the door when she reached it. She relaxed, her anger cooling at the night air, and looked around for the two she saw leave. When she saw them, her eyes brightened a moment before she rebelliously remembered what they had done. Crysalis sighed briefly, shaking her head. As much as she wanted to leave them, she couldn't; a meeting with the others was progress and she didn't know where the park was herself. But she couldn't help overhear a part of what Reivyn said as she slipped closer on silent steps. To her dismay, she blurted, "Witches? What witches?" ~~ Reivyn explained. Wrapping his fingers around Puck's, his grip loose and gentle still. Bracing himself for the cold grasp of teleportation, he found himself wishing that they had chosen a graveyard instead of some park. At least then he'd feel more comfortable. As they reappeared, Zoey debated momentarily before offering Puck a wry grin. "Are we going natural or is this still a masquerade ball?" he asked gesturing to his too pretty face that illusions made up to cover the nightmarish appearance underneath. "They aren't witches," Ellessandir said sharply. "Witches, like the one back in the bar, tend to have less destructive magic. Or at least more subtle. These warriors were of a different sort, that I've never felt or witnessed before." He turned to Reivy and Crysalis,"Which is why we're meeting the Unseleighe. They may have a better idea of what we're up against." ~~ Reivyn 'yelled', ~~ Reivyn took in a sharp breath, ~~ Ellessandir gave a frustrated sigh, and felt like doing the mental equivalent of putting his hands over his ears. ~~ He turned to Crysalis. ~~ ~~ Reivyn breathed deeply, ~I want to be a part of this... it's not that I'm repugnant to all of them,~ Reivyn stood and held out his arm to Crysalis, ~<...I've just had bad run-ins with them. Crysalis, care to join me?>~ Crysalis stared at him in bewilderment a moment, her eyes growing wide at the sudden inclination to include her. She was quite ready to openly refuse him; she didn't need to be treated in such a manner. *Live a little,* a little devil inside her told her, *better treatment than you recieved from the Court. For now.* Carefully, as if she were suddenly aware that he could turn it into a prank, she took hold of his arm gently and nodded. ~~ "Of course. Thank you, Crysalis." Reivyn said softly, "Ellessandir, if you could lead the way?" Rolling his eyes, Ellessandir turned without a word, and began walking down the block. It wasn't exactly the most prestigious of neighborhoods, and although the immediate area around Foxglove's was considered neutral ground, once you got about a block away, the human trash and exiles of the city would consider you fair game, regardless of age,sex or color. Ellessandir supposed it was an equality of sorts. The only way you might get around the equal rights movement was if you looked big enough, or perhaps dangerous enough not to tangle with. And that was one area that the little trio was sadly lacking. Except for Reivyn maybe. But he seemed distracted with the pretty Papillion on his arm, and would have been at least partially vulnerable. Nonetheless, some remaining survival instinct of these people seemed to warn them off. Ellessandir, Crysalis and Reivyn reached the park unchallenged. Puck and the child at his side seemed to have cleared the small clearing of whatever residents it might have held beforehand. At least, Ellessandir thought it was a child. There was a thin glamour super-imposed over the Unseleighe's form that left his true form somewhat cloudy. The Seleighe bard watched him with interest, noting the flute case at his side. "Hello," he hailed the two, drawing closer,"What information should we decide to share?" Settling on the lip of the fountain, Zoey drew the spriggan off of his shoulder, soothing the creature's upset as best he could over the whole broom incident. Even the Dark Bard could see that Ellessandir was going to be dealing with an influx of just about every annoying small member of the Unseleighe court that the spriggan could manage to talk into it. He almost pitied the other man in a manner, considering that he knew just how annoying the pests could be when they put their full mind and energies into it. Had he known Ellessandir's thoughts on him being a child, he would have been grimly amused. It seemed he was always being mistaken for someone younger given his scant height or a female when in his mortal seeming. For now, his emerald gaze moved up to meet the other fae's eyes with a calm serenity in their depths, overlaying the quick and at times vicious temper beneath them. Quieting the spriggan as it hurled one last insult at the Seleighe bard, he placed the creature back on his shoulder, letting it clutch at his crimson gold locks. "I wish to know about these witches, the mortals that would seek to drag Atlantis out of Faerie hands and see it in theirs," Zoey murmured, musical tones dancing through his windchime voice as if the words should have been sung instead of spoken. Shifting his attention off of Ellessandir, it settled on Crysalis and Reivyn. A bitter tinged smile touched his thin lips, considering the irony of the turns his life had taken to end him up dealing with the people his King and Queen had sent him here to defeat for Atlantis. "Perhaps I should introduce myself," he began again, speaking to all three even as his sight occasionally flicked back to Ellessandir. "I am called Zoey NightDragon, Dark Bard of the Court of Shadow Dragons of the Unseleighe. And yourselves?" "ReivynWulf." Reivyn bowed, "Self proclaimed warrior, and a bit of a healer." ~~, Reivyn asked, he understood what it was like to be made fun of... so his heart kinda went out to Papillion and her prediciment. Puck chuckled slightly, floating up into the air and crossing one leg over the other. Playing a little with a lock of hair, his form took on the purple and green hues he loved dearly, becoming agan a slender fae form with Cold Iron earrings gleaming in his ears. "No need to introduce myself," he said with a graceful bob of his head. "I am the Puck, mortal interpeter and mischief maker." Reivyn popped his neck, "I apologize for my early actions, I had not known of the truce, and I am a bit under the influence of the weather." Reivyn turned his gaze to the Dark Bard, "Beutiful night out, eh? I love the way the moon looks when full." Reivyn removed his Trench coat and placed it on the ground, there he sat, after offering a seat to Papillion, "Now my question is this trickster... if we give you our information... what do you give us?" Reivyn shruged his shoulders and half leaned back. He raised an eyebrow when he saw the Spriggan, but decided not to say anything of it. "Truce?" Puck said with a grin and a raised eyebrow. "Who said anything about truce? We are for the moment discussing a possiblity of a truce." Back at FoxGlove, Rich waved in the direction of the bar. "Kione's over at the bar. She's still having trouble with tonight's bartender, I think." He led Colette back to the other member of their trio. "So, where's next, Kione?" ~~ Crysalis replied coldly when she shook her head slightly to refuse a seat. Slightly nervous in knowing that she was in the presence of two Bards, she didn't think she would be able to stand still, let alone sit still. Finally, her eyes turning into a darker hue of blue that matched the evening sky, she murmured cooly, "I am called Sorceress Papillion, the Mage of the Seleighe Court." Nodding softly to the Papillion, a brief smile touched his lips. "The butterfly... one as beautiful as their name. My greetings, milady," he murmured. Turning his attention back up to Reivyn, the Dark Bard's form flickered, the deep green of his irises fading to a bright white with hints of green dancing through them. Slender fingers curled, the formerly clear nails like a mortal's darkened, taking back on their deep onyx shades. Like Puck, he let go of his Glamour powered Seeming rather than try to fight against Lir's curse. Almond shaped eyes blinked as his flesh paled back out, hair now silken sheafs of ebony and ivory that curled about his face. Blackened lips parted in a weary sigh as his gaze tilted up to Puck. Leave it to the trickster to say exactly what was on his mind. Offering Reivyn a smile that looked more like a rictus of pain with his needlelike teeth showing, Zoey's shoulders lifted in a shrug. "I do prefer the night, although I miss my home oddly enough. I often find myself not knowing what to do with all these," he waved a thin hand upwards to the structures that loomed about the park like silent sentinals, disgust touching his tone."... buildings about. I'm used to see the rows upon rows of headstones of the Graveyard of Sorrows. Open space, not being closed in like this." Nodding to Puck, he studied the entire group. "Why should we fight each other? I saw we move first for all of Avalon to keep the humans out of the race. Once the prize is secured, then... and only then... we can dispute each other for it." Ellessandir gaped at his son, marveling at how he could be so suspicious at one moment, yet so utterly trusting the next. Well, no use pointing it out now, when there were more important things to be concerned about. Such as the possibility of attack. Ellessandir looked up at Puck frankly, unsure of whether he would heed the bard. No matter how much he tried to hide it, there was always a telltale hint of his temporary humanity. It was no secret, his curse. Court gossip was the fastest and largest source of information he had ever see, and was easy enough to come by, if you weren't picky about how you got it. An 'anonymous' Unseleighe's plight had been on the tounges of the royal court for weeks afterward Ellessandir was sure that Puck could, if pressed, tear a sizeable chunk from his hide before they finished, if it came down to that. He was no slouch at his magic, mortal or immortal, and if you cared to look beneath the laughing surface, very dangerous in his own right. But, as portrayed by the cold iron earrings Puck wore,(*Yeowch...* Ellessandir thought, picturing himself attempting the same and then wincing) other abilities came with humanity. And vulnerabilities to things neither Papillion or himself would have batted an eye at. Such as elf-shot Using elf-shot and bael fire against normal humans was like using hand grenades against rabbits. But if the trickster cared to attack them, Ellessandir would use them, regardless. Even using them, he had a feeling that such a battle wouldn't go down in his mental scrapbook of fond memories. Ellessandir walked up to Puck calmly. "I was under the impression that you were the one who asked us here. I'm not against pooling our information, considering how little we know about our enemy, but I didn't come here to fight for it." He grinned suddenly, and turned to the Unseleighe Bard, the spriggan sitting on it's shoulder like a lunatic's version of a parrot. "Ah, how rude of me." Ellessandir made the low, sweeping bow now being used by the Court. "I'm Ellessandir Amberle of Ranai Misthold and the Royal Court. Do you use a specialized instrument, if I may ask?" "But of course," Puck said, giving Ellessandir a wink. "But I think that you misunderstood what I was trying to say. We have a temporary truce right now to discuss whether or not we should work with each other. If so, the temporary truce will become a more permanate one. If not, then we will leave this park as enemies. Sounds fair enough? "You Seleighe have faced the enemy and know more about them, is it not so? My associate and myself have better information about how to locate the items and portals, as well as a better understanding into the human thought process. Together, we can clear the battlefield of mortals, then duke it out among ourselves for the isle." Reivyn looked around as he saw all of his companions, Dark and Light, reveal their true forms. "Trickster, you talk of taking this island from the humans... Can we not try to resolve this peacefully?" This was when he mentally said *Aw what the hell* and phased into his full wolf form, leaving his other form as a surprise. Black fur began to sprout all over his body, his mouth elongated and filled with equally sharp teeth. Reivyn's hands and legs changed and metamorphosed, making him drop to the ground. His clothes ripped beyond belief. Lastly his wolf fur became a grainier texture, all most like feathers. As he finished Reivyn stretched, yawned and unfurled his four large black raven wings, "I say that if we try perhaps we can come to a compromise." Reivyn sat on his haunches. ~~ Puck replied silently to the were, flicking an imaginary speck of dust off his shoulder with a long finger. ~~ Zoey's gaze flicked to the lupine as he changed, an ebony and ivory brow lifting in faint surprise. Some things were heard of and just not fully believed until they were seen. Shifting his attention back to Ellessandir, he nodded slowly, painfully aware of how the slightest misdone gesture in his natural form could be misinterpreted as agression instead of his normal manner of being. The Dream Riders weren't ones seen outside of their own dark places. Folding one slender leg over the other, a painfully thin hand flicked open the case at his side. With a pass of a hand as smooth as any magician's, he produced a silver flute, the sheen of the metal that of highly polished silver that seemed to capture the moonlight within it. Greenish stones... zoisites... were set in the metal at various places, altering the tone of the musical note that could be played upon it, infusing it with his own abilities. Etched within the instrument's surface were designs of an odd flowing Celtic nature, wards most likely to prevent it being stolen or broken save from cold iron. "This is generally what I prefer, Ellessandir Amberle. A simple medium perhaps, but it suits my needs. I rather enjoy it. Most woodwinds produce a fine melody by themselves or when in conjunction with others," Zoey replied in his lilting, whisperish voice, wind raking across dead leaves in the tones. This alone probably accounted for why he was silent most times, it being hard to hear him unless one paid close attention. Letting his gaze roam over the other Bard, a twinge of loneliness flowed across his heart like iced water. Banishing that to the forgotten corners of his mind for the time, he focused himself on the conversations. There was time to miss companionship later. "Bards," Puck said, rolling his eyes skyward. "Get more than one in a room and they talk music." He pulled out a bone flute. "I play a flute too."