Video - Both Courts

[bethmoras]

[ The feed flickers on, displaying an elf seated in one of the more comfortable seats that the library of Caer Glaem has to offer. Nuada is garbed in his customary black, pale hair hanging loosely over his shoulders, and stares straight at the locket. ]

Good day, gentlefolk. I seek the fell beast known as Greenleaf. If you are near the environs of Caer Glaem, my lord, I can be found in the library. I would like to meet you.

[ And now that the invitation (or challenge, depending on point of view) is out of the way: ]

I also seek stories, or information, from those who may share their worlds with my kind. My name is Nuada Silverlance, son of King Balor, of the Clan Bethmoora. Some of my people - our gods - fled from home many years ago, and I have long searched for their location.

Therefore, if anyone would like to share their legends, I would be a most appreciative audience.

[ The feed shuts off a moment later. ]

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[bethmoras]

So it would seem.

[ Also a statement. He watches her steadily, expression neutral. ]

I am in the castle's library, if you wish to talk.

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[huntedby]

I fear as much as I would like to visit, I am of Caer Scima. Unless I am mistaken, I would not be welcome in your castle's library.

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[bethmoras]

[ Surprise flickers across his gaze briefly before vanishing behind golden eyes. ]

My apologies, madam. We will chat here, then, if you are still willing.

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[huntedby]

I am. In truth, I do wish that I could visit. Silly, that they keep us all separated.

[But she understands it, perhaps.

Still.]

Have you ever heard of the demimonde? A half-world between what we know and what we fear? The place in the gray, hidden in the shadows where the light does not touch.

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[bethmoras]

Yes, silly.

[ It is what it is. ]

I am aware of something in that nature, yes, but not with the word you used.

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[huntedby]

And what is the word you use?

[She tilts her head, watching.]

I only ask because I feel that thin line, innately.

[Regardless if she wishes to, or not.]

[bethmoras]

The world beyond the veil, of course. The world of man and the world of shadows and fae and monsters.

Some mortals are sensitive enough to feel it. If you are one, why do you recoil from the magic?

[huntedby]

I never asked for such a gift. While I do not deny that there is...something within it, that I respect, and I am pleased to have, the price I pay for it is high.

I would not rid myself of it, but its manner causes my struggle to accept it.