Turmoil acquired an enigmatic smile as stars started to wink into life with the waning sun.There is magic, like pulling a rabbit from a hat. Parlor tricks.
Tiny lights began to wink into existence about the Draconequus, tiny whispers and giggle skipping across the gardens.And there is Magic. Arcana. Majicka. The lifeblood of all things, the ebb and flow of reality itself.
She chuckled.Its been missing in this world for a very long time and it seems only in its death throes the nether realms have reached into this plane giving a twisted half-life back to it.
She hummed to herself, removing her wing and scooping up the woman in her forelimbs, weightlessly lifting herself off the ground with spread wings.Well you can't run a dungeon without a raid partner, its only expected you'd have a team mate.
She frowned.The unseelie court is made up of all those things foul and unsigtly of the fae, the majority of faeries in fact...
In a flash of light Turmoil and Klein appeared within her bedroom, the Draconequus laying the woman down on whatever constituted for a bed.I am sorry to hear that you were sired by one of the foul folk.
The chimerical entity curled in on itself and disappeared into the darkness of the room as power returned and the lights flickered on.For now, rest, do whatever you need to relax. And try not to brush this all off as a dream. There are things that want to help you even for the strangest of reasons.
Rest well...