Showcasing Her Talents {open}

[sorcha]

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Sorcha had been in town for two weeks and she wanted to get out and do something. Yes, she had played a couple of shows at the local concert hall and enthralled hundreds with her music, but she wanted to do something else, anything else. She wanted to get back to how it had used to be, when she stood in a common area and played just for the hell of it. She wanted to get on the streets and do what she loved so that anyone and everyone could hear her play, could listen to her music. She wanted to do that and she was going to.

That was why, dressed in her Gothic best, she was standing in front of Union Station with her favorite black violin. She opened the lid of the violin so that she could collect money, knowing she was a street performer in that moment. She got looks from others who walked by her, but she knew that, as soon as she started to play, her looks wouldn't matter. She put the violin to her chin and held the bow loosely in her hand, looking at the people milling around, waiting for the rush of the noonday traffic to start.

She smiled and lifted her bow, running it across the strings and throwing her musical power out to draw attention to her. She began to play Meditation from the opera "Thais", by Jules Massenet, one of the tougher violin pieces. Her fingers moved with ease and dexterity across the strings until she was sure she had a large enough crowd. Once the crowd was to her liking, she took a deep breath and changed the song to Bizet's Carmen, the aria. She opened her mouth and began to sing in perfect soprano, along with the music, pulling more people in, and loving every minute of it.

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Every morning Detective Owins made a stop at starbucks on Michigan and lake. It wasn’t an odd sight to see people getting their morning fix of caffeine. In fact it was downright expected. Except for the fact that the detective despised coffee. He hated the smell of it so much he would hold a hankerchief to his nose upon entering the place. Sadly every good drop sight was somewhere public. It had to be for security sake. It also had to be somewhere likely for all parties to meet or have access. That was also the problem with such places they were public accessible and as such easy enough to infiltrate and set up surveillance. Which is why Tempus had taken to having his coffee and a a quick read at this particular location. He was just another face in the crowd. He went completely unnoticed and only partially due to the small glamour he weaved about himself. So for the last month or so minus Izzy’s big day he was here watching the detective meet with his CI inside the Bravotierlmo’s. The old nest of vipers was a byzantine structure right out of the dark ages and was easily enough infiltrated. This new beast was digital light and streamlined. It was so much more elusive to crack the veil of secrecy. It made Tempus salivate pitting himself against it.


Things would be so much easier if he hadn’t had the flow of information reversed. Officially the detective was meeting with his CI. In actuality the CI was the detective and the Bravo’s man was the instigator of these little meetings. Tempus thought of snatching the man outside as soon as he crossed the alley heading towards Wabash. He thought better of it as he noticed the tell-tale hue of a Metra ticket. Union station would be so much easier to snatch him but following him back to whatever hideout he crawled out of would be a beter way to track the breadcrumbs back to the main rats nest.


So finishing his Chai latte he folded his paper into a nice neat readable rectangle and left Starbucks ahead of his quarry. Making his way to Union Station. The place as usual was bustling. He sat upon a bench waiting for his man to arrive. He settled in for a decent wait as the next train would not be leaving for another forty minutes. Just as he began unfurling his paper he heard the strains of a lilting piece. His eye quirked but buskers weren’t that odd of a fauna to witness about the city. What was strange was that the musician in question had perfect pitch. Setting his paper down he moved towards the outside to better hear the musician. Glancing at the clock on the wall he knew he had more than enough time to spare.

Moving out of the building the sounds of the trains were dampened considerably. As he moved closer he felt the call of the weird. The musician was an Arcadian. Though not one he knew off hand. Her glamour was extremely wane she was showing more of her true self than most others of their ilk. Her height belying her mixed blood. Though she was Sidhe enough to not fade this far from the realms of Arcadia. He moved into the crowd gathering about her in time to hear her voice lift and her glamour to invest her notes. He pulled his shields about him tightening them he didn’t suspect duplicity from her but one could not be sure especially amongst the hidden folk.

Moving to the fore of the gathered crowd he caught her eye before moving aside so that others might better get a glimpse of the prodigy. He moved a few feet away keeping her in his periphery and watching for the approach of his target. If she would speak with him he was there. She had seen him and he her. So now the ball was in her court.

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Tempus

[sorcha]

OUTFIT

Sorcha let the music flow through her, her voice going out to join the violin and taking the music to a whole new level. The music was glamour, but the way everyone saw her was. She didn't bother to hide her blood auburn hair, she didn't want to and have never done that, her eyes weren't the tri colored yellow that they normally were, but a deep rich amber in color. They still didn't look completely natural, but she didn't want to hide her otherworldly appearance any more than she had to. She ran her fingers quickly over the violin, she let her voice rise, using glamour to make it louder so that it would carry farther and attract more attention. She heard the dropping of coins into her violin case, money she didn't need but it could always buy her a new dress or some resin for her violin bow. All things that she needed.

She looked up into the crowd and met the eyes of a man who just happened to be walking through the crowd. She felt her eyes flash to the tri colored gold for a brief moment and knew what he was. He was Arcadian. She had been in Chicago a couple of weeks and he was the first Arcadian she had seen here. The only problem was that he was Seelie. She could almost feel it on him. She was an Unseelie princess. Unseelie and Seelie didn't mix well. But it had been so long since she had spoken with another Fey, any Fey, that she watched him move through the crowd and knew that she was going to be talking to him just as soon as she finished this song. Her fingers moved over the violin with precision and her voice rang out the last note. She lowered the violin and bow to her side, giving a bow as everyone around her began to clap.

She watched the money fall into the violin case as everyone moved to do their own thing, go their own way. She knelt beside the violin case, putting the money into the special pocket of the case. She gently put the violin and bow back, closing the case up and standing, striding with confidence born of being royalty. She walked up to the very tall, very Sidhe Arcadian, looking way up at him. ”I am Sorcha NicAcheron, Blood Moon Princess of the Court of Fome Morte. And you are Seelie.” She had never been one to pretend to be what she wasn't when it came to other Arcadians. She was a princess, and out on her own, so she was going to announce herself as such to others of her kind, even if he was Seelie.

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As she approached Tempus removed his glasses so that she might truly look upon him and he upon her. As she stalked towards him he was immediately struck by the lilt of her head. He knew it was only partially due the height difference. She was a dyed in the wool noble. The length of her nose was a constant viewpoint of hers when it came to the rest of the world. More was the pity he for half of a second believed the royals had forsaken the place and would not in fact return to the city. Sadly it looked as if he had hoped all too much. Smiling he placed his sunglasses back on as she spoke. She didn’t mention his eyes or his perfectly tailored ensemble. She instead chose to place him neatly within a box of title that held only a loose grasp of him. It was the way with such beings. He didn’t know if it was time here amongst the mortals that had fostered an openness of mind or his openness of mind that fostered his time amongst the mortals either way he had been as he was for far too long to change save by the hand of the Goddess herself.

“That is but a portion of what I might be. Sorcha you say tis a name most loved amongst the darkling throng. Perhaps its love speaks of a commonality bordering on sameness of birthing as well as training.” Smiling as if he caught himself misspeaking. “Seems my tongue might be nearly as quick as my mind perhaps more so given it runs apace of good grace though only following in suit makes all fair.” Standing so that he might retrieve his cigarettes better he struck up a light using the wall. Lighting the cigarette he flipped into his mouth he continued. “This Seelie before you a humble knight of old in this new age. I am Tempus, called Leechfinger, The Devil's Right Hand, The Untouched One, First Knight of the Kings Unkindness, House Al Zum of the Shining Court Per of Immortalis Sol Solis. Were we well met and I more than Seelie I would speak at length on your brazen beauty. Were we well met of an accord of peace above and beyond all that might have been I would speak voluminously of your talent with string and bow as well as of your talent of voice. Were that we had but a chance to meet fairly in this world of mortals and not merely in a simulacrum of Courtly enmity. Ah mores the pity for surely one so aged as yourself cannot forget when the Hidden folk warred openly as gods amongst themselves. Your advanced age surely being the reason for holding fast to the curling hate of one court for the other. You had to have been there when the mandates of the host proved too strenuous to hold one united court above all others.”



Exhaling he paused fixing her with a look of sheer bewilderment as if she’d grown two heads. “Ah but you weren’t so there must be another more immature reason. Perhaps mommy dearest didn’t love you enough or perhaps too much. Daddy was nowhere to be found or perhaps he was found too often doing things ones should not do with those one loves. Either way I am not them or whatever tragedy had befallen you. You are not as of this moment my enemy I am not yours. Sorcha so offenses given and received aside what say we try again to make a first impression before our feelings are truly involved.” Flicking his cigarette into the street he extended his hand, “You play very well and your pitch is nearly perfect on the violin. My name is Tempus called such by friends and enemies alike.”

If they were within the realms of Arcadia the chance of this escalating into a full blown duel would be impossibly high. He would have to at least wound her for the insult and she would have to save face by attempting to murder him for the double insult of word and blade. Here at least he had offered an olive branch but if she chose to hold a grudge the so be it. He hadn’t killed a whelp of a Fae in longer than the age of this country. He would regret having to do so and hoped there was a chance of reason in her. It would be a shame he liked her fire if not her tongue. Of course he had but sampled the hearing of it often what was immediately acidic could be sweet when taken slowly or more thoroughly on the tongue.

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Tempus

[sorcha]

OUTFIT

It had been far too long since she had been amongst her own kind that she had nearly forgotten all that she was meant to do in the presence of another. That and she had seen the feuds of old, though she had not participated in them, because she was the only heir of her throne. She had forgotten the speech of Court, having been in the Queen's favor for too long so that she didn't have to remember the customs of their people. That and the last hundred years moving throughout the human world had kind of numbed her to who she really was. She smiled up at him as he spoke, more than excited over the way that he was talking. It reminded her so much of who she had been, who she was, that she found herself giving him one of her brightest smiles, letting the glamour drop so that her skin glowed slightly with her power, something she hadn't done in many years. She let him rant at her about the war that had ranged between their Courts, about her age, and anything else that he wanted to rant about, continuing to give him a smile. She wasn't going to correct him in telling him that she didn't hate the Seelie, she just didn't like the way they treated her and her family just because her mother had been born an Unseelie Sidhe instead of Seelie. She had been there for all the things that he claimed, but had been too young to do anything about it, instead being stuck with her guard at the right hand of the Queen of her Court, always protected.

All this she could have let pass, but then he had spoken about her mother. Her glow died and her eyes filled with power. Darkness began to move around her legs, snaking it's way up her body. Her left hand twitched, wanting to bleed him, but she pushed it down, not wanting to start something here in public. She hadn't had to kill another Fey in a few hundred years, and she wasn't about to do it now. Not to mention that her guard was no where around and she couldn't really take on the giant man on her own. So instead, she let her tongue do the work for her. ”My mother was killed when I was young by one of your Court, and Hellhounds do not really make the best of father figures. I have never had a problem with the Seelie Court, haven had many of them as lovers over the years, but speak ill of my family and you will know what it means to anger the Blood Moon.” She took a deep breath, pushing the darkness down, saying a prayer to the Goddess to give her patience to deal with the Fey in front of her if for nothing than to have someone else who understands what it means to be in this human world. She hadn't meant to grow angry with him, but her mother was a sore subject for her, because she had known her so short a time. And only her father's name was known to her, for he had chosen to live as a dog in the wild. Or so her mother had told her.

She looked at his extended hand before sighing, slipping her small hand into his, glad it was the Hand of Darkness because the other was still a little unpredictable. ”It is a pleasure to meet you, Tempus, and I thank you for the compliment. You have beautiful eyes. It has been many a moon since I have seen eyes of our ilk, other than my own.” She wasn't going to say that she hadn't seen eyes of his color amongst the Seelie Court before. It never did to tell a Seelie Sidhe that they would fit better in amongst the Unseelie. Then again, if she had been taller, she could have fit in great amongst the Seelie. Not that she would want to. She liked being Unseelie, like being of the dark. It was kind of her thing.

She pulled her hand back, laying it against her stomach and having that moment she always had amongst other Sidhe. She was royal, very close to being able to take the throne, and she was feeling inadequate because of her height. She let it wash over her as she always did, giving him a smile that showed off her elongated canines, showing that she was indeed other. ”What do you do in the city, Tempus, if you do not mind me asking? You have seen what I do, though most of the time it's in a concert hall. I was just feeling … playful today.” She didn't want him to think that she was a royal who had to live off what was given to her on the streets. Would not make the Unseelie look better than they did, only worse.

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“What it means to anger another is merely to have struck ones mark. It means to prove a thing capable of being wounded even if but a wounding of pride. I know full well what it means to anger another. I also know full well the price of anger on its victims as well as its wielder. Doubt that not a blooded knight chooses what battles they will. Battling you over death’s long past gives no glory to either party merely violates the law of the land while angering the house of your line during your funerary rights and mine for such careless actions.” Raising a brow as it was not in him to apologize for having struck true. It was not in him to apologize to any Arcadian as admitting ones misstep or offering succor to a bruised ego would be tantamount to turning from what he was. He was no more capable of such than the Earth to stop revolving around the sun.

Slipping his hands into his pockets he went on speaking as if the flare of anger and redress was nothingmore than the price of doing business. In fact that was all that it could be. Arcadians were as warlike as any other people and while they were forbidden to wage full scale all-consuming wars of olde the spirit was alive and very well. Especially in moments hidden from prying eyes and mortal concerns. ”I am glad to be a pleasure to you, Sorcha. And yes it is a rare sight to gaze upon a darkness within one who claims the light. Surely you know of House Al Zum’s status as twice blessed or twice cursed depending upon which perception you base straddling the line between light and dark. Many a member of the venerable house have fallen to blades of kinsman during the wars long past. Trust that loss by one’s one hand is a pain each member carries.” Shrugging as he realized that he was still using a nearly complete courtly inflection of speech he dropped the parlance adopting the vernacular of the day. The speech he used when dealing with the modern world.

Her sigh denoting how unsavory touch might be. He ignored it for an affectation of her upbringing. There were many who believed bad tidings would happen upon engaging with another court. It was one of the reasons House Al Zum was frowned upon in quiet out of sight places. None would dare risking the wrath of a house such as theirs joined in a single cause. It would reverberate through the entirety of Arcadia. It would also very well spell the doom of their house their Sithen and very well their entire line. Death was a thing House Al Zum excelled at. Not so much the courtly battles of petty politics but the horrible blood freezing death that sullied ones soul. ”As I look upon your own glowing visage it easy to see that you are blessed with an interesting hue as well. Teasingly of the light while holding its reflection comfortably close to your heart.” Removing his hands spreading his arms akimbo he smiled “As for what I do why anything that strikes my fancy. Though I do believe it is yet early in our meeting to speak of such offers. Tempted though I am to take one so fiery as yourself up on such a divergence.”

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Tempus

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Cinaed watch Sorcha talked to the Seelie male from the shadows as his head turn. His eyes trained on her but watching everything around them, he just was making sure that she was OK. She did it again, she was trying to give him the slip but it didn't work it never did. Smiling slightly as he looked at her out fit and sighed , he warned her to not to dress to much out there so they could blend slightly, but no his princess had to have fun. She stood out here and that marked her as a target if she wasnt careful and normally she wasn't that is why he was here.

His mind raced back to the time of when she was a little girl that hide behind her mother skirts and peek around corners at him. A ghost of a smile brushed his lips as he pushed it away some time he missed her still fresh and new. She was so innocent until that fateful day, the death of a love one was never easy but it did change her. Taking a breath as he watched the people play out around them, pulling the camera bag to his side as he fought the want to snap a few shots of the area. It was his one passion now really since he has been freed and everyday he didnt wake with the fear of the Queens madness was one more day he was grateful about being alive when before he thought of fading. Though he would never admit he wanted to fade from the world due to the horror of his life or the horror he saw happen to others.


Moving closer in her line of sight as he rose his eye brow at her telling her he was there, he turned and bowed his head to the Seelie male acknowledged him with respect. Even if they were of different courts, it was nice to see another of their kind here. Slowly moving two them as he bent down taking her violin case, holding it in one of his larger hands. Bowing to her a little deeper when moved from the bow he patted her head like he did when she was a child it was a loving move of his that he allowed himself. Turning to move behind her as he nodded at her, one of these days she was not going to let him do that but until them he would enjoy the little touches. Slowly he turned to face them his eyes scanning the area as he did even though he seemed aloof from everything. He opened his mouth to speak which was rare in itself, normally he didnt speak unless ordered to but this was an occasion that called for it.

"Merry meet Please let me introduce myself. I am Cináed , Protector of the blood moon. Member of thee House Eiluned. It is a pleasure to meet one of such as you. Cináed didnt add all his titles for his own reasons, he didnt know this male and he kept some things close to heart. His time as a Raven taught him something other then how to take pain at least but if this male knew anything of the dark court he would know that he was a former Raven and so was trained to almost perfection in the Queens eyes. "Sorcha...next time check everything, GPS works well even for one as old as me." He chuckled as he shifted back into the back ground as he looked relaxed like he belonged there but he refused to bother her as she played or interacted with others. His smile disappeared as he stood back watching and waiting to see what she was going to do. Most likely kick him again in the shins to get a rise out of him but it never does and so they his a stale mate.

[sorcha]

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Tempus was speaking in the manor of the Court, but Sorcha realized what he was doing. He was apologizing to her for having struck the only true cord she had. It was a little unexpected, but it kind of made her glad that she had gotten angry, even though she knew that anger was an unnecessary emotion that led to problems that only Cinaed could solve for her. She, like most Unseelie, had killed before, was a blooded warrior, but she knew that her size made it almost impossible for her to take someone as large as Tempus. So she gave him a nod at his words. ”Anger is an unnecessary emotion that lends itself to fools and peasants. I am neither of such and wish to ask that my momentarily lapse at things long past be looked over for I know that neither was meant to cause trouble amongst ourselves.” Ugh, her tongue felt heavy with the Court speech. First thing she did when she took the throne was going to make sure that Court speak be outlawed. It was just too confusing at times, especially for someone who hadn't practiced it in centuries.

She nodded at his words about his people, for all Arcadians had heard of the House of Al Zum and knew of their curse, or blessing. ”Let me ease your mind that it was not one of your kinsman who took the life of my mother, but another house of the Seelie Court. And I am inclined to see the Darkness in all things, including the House of Al Zum, for I am the Daughter of Darkness, favored to the Queen of Air and Darkness. It is my hand of power and something I enjoy finding in even the most light of our kind.” She shrugged, not knowing what else to tell him. The House of Al Zum was about as known amongst both Courts as the House of Daragh, the Winter's Darkness, was. She was proud of the house that she was born into, even if her father had tricked her mother into believing that he was Sidhe in order for her birth to occur.

Touch of any kind was still an issue for her, but she had given him a hand shake, as she should have done in this situation. She just hoped that he didn't believe her to be one of those stuck up royals who thought themselves better. She could be, but most of the time she wasn't. She grinned at his words, giving a half curtsy to show him that she wasn't as horrid as most Unseelie royals could be. ”I have but a little light inside me, Tempus, but enough that it keeps me from being as my Queen.” She saw something behind him and leaned to the side, letting out a low growl, more Phoukas than hellhound. ”And it seems that I have been found, yet again.” She shook her head and looked back up at Tempus. ”I wish that I could do whatever I wish, but alas, I am confined to constantly have a shadow following me. Even when I try to escape his grasp, he still manages to find me.” She ran her fingers through her blood auburn hair and waited for it.

She gave Cinead the violin case without putting up a fight, knowing that he could easily take it away from her should he want to. She smacked at his hand as patted her on the head, growling at him again. She heard Cinaed introduce himself to Tempus, looking between the two extremely tall men, and feeling like a child again. It was like being back at the Court all over again. She always seemed to be a foot shorter than her own people, proving she was impure. She heard Cinaed's words about GPS and brought her elbow back to take him in the groin as hard as she could, smiling up at Tempus as she did it. ”No matter how hard I try to get away from him, there he is. Is it such with the guards of your Court, as well?”

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Tempus smiled his face lighting up he felt another of their merry lot approaching. He as the feel of him felt masculine though in no way one could put words to approached hiding very little and filled with good cheer. There was a sense of calm and ease about him that Tempus found familiar. It was the calm of one prepared for warfare yet unworried about its appearance. A comfortable acceptance though no longing for battle. That plus the young Unseelie princesses titles made Tempus immediately aware of whom might approaching. Not from any sense of true familiarity of past greetings but by dint of knowledge. His brother was in much the same role so to was he at ne point or another in his past.

It was a thankless job and one all too often filled with unforeseen dangers from one’s own charge. He did not envy the guard assigned this one her fiery nature insured interesting times. Though he knew that no danger was coming as a sign of understanding and respect he loosed the draw on the polycarbonate Glock secreted on his waist. Its heretofore hidden nature made apparent. It was not a threatening gesture merely one of respect from one warrior to another. If he hadn’t he would have shown the guard whomever he was that he did not consider him capable of being perceived as a threat. Nodding his head as the Princess gave away her man’s position even as Tempus had marked his presence. If he hadn’t her smile and frown would have evaporated the element of surprise that he was attempting to maintain.


Tempus raised a brow at the abbreviated greeting his smile unwavering. He wasn’t one to assume warmth or merriment upon meeting anyone for the first time usually it took a number of meetings equal to his initial disdain before he would make such a leap. Cináed was an interesting one he attempted to disarm through geniality versus strength of arms. It was an interesting tactic and bespoke his relative age. It was even more obvious of a ploy upon hearing of Cináed’s house. House Eiluned was known for their secretive nature along with their touch for things magical and mortal. Many a ballad was sung over the Eiluned becoming struck by a mortal love. The ballads often ending with the Eilunedeer accepting death alongside the love of their lives.

"Well met Cináed. I am your little mistresses new friend Tempus by any other.” Raising a brow as he inclined his head but not offering a hand as Cináed hadn’t Tempus spoke to Sorcha more directly. They were more companionly than most charges and protectors he had witnessed. He took that to mean that they were in fact of a similar youth. “Perhaps this is in fact the day to meet and re-meet those of us here. There was at one point when this humble burb was populated with enough of us to form a freehold. Sadly that was then. Now the loose confederates here hold little in the way of true fealty to either court.” He shrugged having said more than he was sure they were prepared for. He believed in diving right in as well as it would give him a chance to gauge their unbridled leanings.

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Cinaed smiled at the princess when she popped his hand, even though she acted like it annoyed her, she never ordered it to stop. He was glad that she put up with him since he will always have a soft spot for her, he was glad that the queen let him follow her here. His time under the loving hands of the queen in her Ravens was enough to kill many and few fade from it, as the years pass she got more and more violent towards her guards. It almost became a curse to become a Raven at times but he learned to survive where some gave in, he watched some one he concreted close friend fade before his eyes cause he couldn't take it.

He was still haunted by the first time he was called to defend, it was bloody with brother against brother and friends killing friend. He made it through wounded bloody and dirty but he was alive that was all that mattered in the long run. That was when he decided he would become as he is, he wouldn't battle unless he had too. Though he is quick to defend when it is called for, he mostly used his size and the way he looks to get the fighting to calm down. Though having a charge that was fiery and sassy as his it was hard to keep a calm demeanor when she tried to ruffle his feathers as one says.

"Its nice to see the princess make friends in this city ." He nodded as he spoke his mellow voice seem to melt as if it was butter on a hot roll. "Some times I think she could use more then just me since as you can see I am not in her favor it seems I am just a bother to her most the time. Even though I leave her be most the time compered to what I could be" He spoke the lase bit as he caught the princess elbow while he shook his head at the woman as he rose his left eyebrow again. He smiled at while his hand slipped down her arm to her hand and brought it to his lips. Moving down so he didn't pull her uncomfortable up to high so to do it he dropped down his left knew a inch above the ground as dropped her hand after his lips brushed the back of it.

Cinaen quickly moved a few feet back to keep himself safe some what before she could retaliate which he knew she would. Sighing as he looked at the other two his mouth relaxed as he moved away but he was waiting to see what was going to happen. He just prayed she didn't use one of her hands against him, for even she didn't know about the scars on his back unless the Queen told her. A lot of the scars where from his younger years when he was still learning as a Raven, it took years to break him into the part but he was glad now that he was able to take that and more. Sighing as he watched Sorcha from afar, has been like that since she was young, one a low as him wasn't allowed to be around her much. He was a cruel joke to the royals even though he was adopted into a house he was still not smiled upond.

Slowly he watched the people in the background as if they are what he was interested in. He pulled out the Camera and snapped a few pictures of the the crowds as dropped it down and smiled. During this time he was still able to tell what his princess was doing. He was working on the urban jungle for show he wanted to do if the Princess would let him. He had his eye on something for her but he doubt it would make a differences in anyway. And if she kept it up he would buy her a feather boa.