open to both courts - slightly forward-dated to July 19

[bird_brain]

[The light of day is no kinder than the dusk of yesterday, but at least Aubri has been given enough time to make himself a little more presentable. His feathers are still in disarray and he's careful to keep the left side of his face away from the locket but there's less obvious blood matted through feathers and fur. His every intention is to keep this short -- he's found it within himself to actually travel today and he feels as if he needs to travel faster than the army that left yesterday.]

Some of you know that an army marches toward Caer Glaem. [He had considered warning only those who were aligned with Seelie. However, he has friends among Unseelie and isn't dumb enough to assume he's the only one. And if any Unseelie have objections to Celegorm's march, just maybe he can spur them toward taking some action, as well. In his mind, this is not Seelie vs Unseelie. Not yet.] Do not take this lightly; it is an army of considerable strength and number. I urge you to make preparations.

[A pause. Celegorm charged him to deliver a very specific message but Aubri will not be cowed. But something needs said.] I do not believe that reason will halt their march.

[[threadjacks welcome, if you've a desire for conversations between characters in this post. go to town.]]

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[bird_brain]

One person has it, apparently. It's... [He pauses.] I honestly do not know. [Come to think of it. Huh.]

[teenyoda]

Well... maybe we should figure that out. That's kind of important, don't you think? If we're supposed to have it, we should keep it. Or the person should. Like, what does it do? If it's a weapon, I vote not giving it to them.

[bird_brain]

Of course it is. I haven't had the time to look into it. [He's a little huffy, sorry.] Make that your priority. I'll watch the army, you figure out the silmaril.

[teenyoda]

... Me? You want me to figure out the thing? I don't know about the thing. You know more about it than I do.

[Rude, Aubri.]

[bird_brain]

I know its name. Now you do. We are on the same page.

[teenyoda]

... No way, feathers. That's not how it goes.

[bird_brain]

[His head hurts too much for this.] How does what not go?

[teenyoda]

You're recon, buddy. Recon.

[Stiles Stilinski: Master of not taking responsibility.]

[bird_brain]

[Wait. What?] How does that mean that you cannot find answers for yourself?

[teenyoda]

Hey, don't ask me how it works. That's the rules.

[No it wasn't. Stiles just liked to confuse things more than he had to when he didn't understand what was going on. Or even when he did.]

[bird_brain]

[A pause] Perhaps you should evacuate.

[See how much faith he has in you?]

[teenyoda]

Maybe I'll send out a few runners, yeah. Just to spread the word.