Snippet #2755376

”The Summer Queen, of course.” The answer alone made his eyebrows shoot upwards as he rowed. If she sent Hollow to find him, and Clara, and Galen as well, this was extremely important. He rowed with a newfound will and desire, to meet the Queen of summer and get answers to what exactly was going on.

Galen held Clara close, doing his best to keep her warm in the cold. But the wound the Enemy, or so he may call it, as he felt even the mention of the King of Winter in thought alone would find them, made her possibly feel cold. Then suddenly, as the boat rowed on, the realm changed as if they passed an unseen gate. Galen was hit with the Summer heat pretty quick and almost felt relieved by its presence, and even Lucien felt happy they were out of the cold, before he heard small angry murmurings from the spirit that possessed him. ”Galen... where are we?” He turned to look at Clara as the dark sky gave way to blue, as she tried to move only to gasp in pain.

“Clara, don’t move, you might make the wound reopen again.” He said with care as he used what healing magic he knew to ensure it did not. “And from Lucien’s murmuring, we are very much without thought in one spot in the Fae Realm he doesn’t feel like he’ll get a warm welcome. The Summer Court.”

”There, Azura.” Hollow told Robin, pointing to the Ivory City that was almost getting closer with each row. ”Winter can not follow us here.”

“That is good news.” Robin said as he continued rowing, smiling at the sight of the City. “We should be safe here you two. How is she Galen?”

“She’s cold, very much so.” The Descendant Of the Shadow King answered. “Please tell me that we’re almost there.”

“I believe we are almost there. We just have to reach land or port.” Robin answered, before turning to search for such a place, only to then see six sprites fly up and examine the passengers of the boat, one giggled and flew in a circle around the boat as they seemed to shout “hellos” and “welcomes” before three got behind the boat and began pushing the boat a bit further towards their destination, as if they were messengers for someone waiting for them when they reached the ever closer Ivory City.

“I guess the Summer Queen knows we’re here now.” Robin noted with a slightly amused grin, as Galen felt a slight groan of disgust in his head at all the light magic. Lucien clearly began to feel very uncomfortable being here. And that put a worry in him that visibly showed in his eyes. It gave only one haunting question in his mind.

What kind of reception would Maelthra receive from the Queen of Summer? Warm and friendly, or cold and hostile?

(Again it’s quite alright. I’ve come slightly back from the throes of inactivity myself. So this is good timing. :3)