Chanter Saturnshimmer's Story

In a flash of purple, a girl with strange markings appeared from the light, marked with strange tattoos. The girl looked around and grinned. "I did it!" She squealed with delight, with a hop and a fist pump. She looked around the alley she appeared in with wonder. "The Mortal Realm....Where the streets are lined with tar..."She said and looked around for the aforementioned. She walked out of the alley, and into the hustle and bustle of what she didn't know was New York City, her family told her that the people would find her strange and unusual but they didn't seem to notice her. Most of them just brushed passed her...violently. "Ow, Hey, So Rude!" She grunted and groaned as she was bumped and brushed by the pedestrians on 34th. She started moving with the current, helplessly being dragged down the street, until her feet touched the cold tar that was painted with white stripes. She stopped, and jumped a few times, testing the tar. " "Cold Tar! Aha!" She exclaimed until she was bumped again and again she started moving again. There was so much noise around her, giant iron machines that would give Queen Mab a chill.

Once back on the grey rock, she stopped, sensing another fae. Summer, it seemed. She grinned. "Mortal Realm Fae!She chimed and followed her senses to a building with books. She loved books. She pushed the door open and a small bell rang, causing her to giggle and moved the door, back and forth to get it to ring again...and again, oblivious to how she was annoying the patrons of the bookstores.

James hurried into the bookstore like he was being chased. His hands clung to the edges of his pockets with a death grip. He slunk behind a shelf in the back and focused on unraveling his fingers from their seemingly permanent form.
"I'm such a fool..." James hissed under his breath. Back in the park, Queen Mab had not asked him to do anything. She had simply stared him down with her cold blue eyes, which was an intimidation technique of winter fae. James had fled from her like a coward. Nothing usually scared him, but Queen Mab was a force to be reckoned with. It wouldn't be long before she asked for some sort of taxing favor.

The bell of the shop rang and James sensed something that made his hair stand on end. A fae, a powerful one, came into the bookstore. James stiffened and poked his head around the corner. He breathed a sigh of relief. It was a spring fae with odd blue hair and an obviously vivacious personality. James stepped away from the shelves.
"Interesting color choice." he commented, "What brings you from the other world?"

"Interesting color choice."

The Summer Fae finally showed himself, as she was playing with the door. She stopped and stood straight. She noticed his gaze was on her hair. She grabbed a lock and frowned a little confused. "Huh?"

"What brings you from the other world?" He asked and she cocked her head and smiled. "I wanted to see it all!" She exclaimed brightly, only to receive dirty looks from the patrons, that again she barely noticed. "I've always want to see this realm, There's so much to see, humans are so...peculiar!" SHe said with a giggle. She looked up at him with a grin. "I could sense you here, Summer Fae, Are you mortal born or from OtherWorld like me?"

James clasped his hands behind his back and carefully studied the girl. She had markings on her skin that meant she was a high far with the control and understanding of plants. She appeared to be young fae, but, then again, most spring faes seemed to be. They were always light-hearted and cheerful, which were traits clearly displayed by the girl. There was also something else to her, something that James could not decipher.

"I was born here, but I am a pure fae." James explained. "So I feel obligated to warn you about the mundanes. They hide iron and silver everywhere. This place doesn't, but be careful."

He usually had no care for faes of other courts, but, despite his horrible day, he felt like offering the advice.

"How did you manage to get here? Surely not by the portal in Central Park."

"I was born here, but I am a pure fae." James explained. "So I feel obligated to warn you about the mundanes. They hide iron and silver everywhere. This place doesn't, but be careful." He said and she nodded. "Oh I Know, I saw the streets lined with cold tar! It was so amazing! She giggled.

"How did you manage to get here? Surely not by the portal in Central Park."

She squealed in delight and grabbed his shoulders. "I did it myself!" she cheered. "It took a great deal of mana but I did it! I can't possibly do it again, at least right now, but with enough focus, I can do it again." She said with a grin before letting him go. Then something crossed her mind.

"You all have names here, right? What do the mortals here call you?" She asked and then added before he could answer. ""I want a mortal name too! Can you give me one?"

James eyebrows raised in surprise from her answer and the physical contact. He was impressed that this childish fae was so skilled. Maybe the power was that thing below the surface that he could not figure out.
"That's impressive." James commented.

The deceivingly spring fae then asked James what his mundane name was and then requested a mundane name of her own.
"I call myself James Lecter." He replied quickly and then took a moment to think of a not-awful mundane name. "Charlotte or something like that is the best that I can think of for a first name. I think it's best that you pick your own surname."

"That's impressive."

Chanter smiled proudly.

He then went on to answer her questions, clearly he was used to communing with Fae, by the way he answered so quickly.

"I call myself James Lecter."
He said and then paused for just a moment.
"Charlotte or something like that is the best that I can think of for a first name. I think it's best that you pick your own surname. He said and Chanter smiled.

"Charlotte..." She tested the name. "Hmmm, Not to different from my real name. That's Chanter by the way, Chanter Saturnshimmer." She said, smiling, The Fae Name spell didn't work on other fae thankfully, otherwise that would have been a terrible mistake on her part. Mortals, or mundane as he called them, could control a fae if they knew their full name. She tapped her chin. "I don't know what a surname is, " She said but grinned, or rather never stopped. "I only have two names...what about Saturn? Charlotte Saturn? Is that a good mortal name? She asked excitedly and then frowned some but it looked more like a childish pout. "Where do mortals live? Oh Can you show me around this realm!?"[/font]

"Chanter is nice. So is Charlotte Saturn." James replied. She then asked another question the moment after he answered. She wanted him to show her around New York. It seemed a reasonable request, but James was tired. He thought about it for a moment and then decided on his answer. If anything explained his decision, it was that he admired her enthusiasm. "Mundanes live in rooms above shops most of the time, as do I. I can show you around tomorrow; I've had a long day. Do you have a place to stay? I could get the shop keeper to lend you a room if you need it."

"Chanter is nice. So is Charlotte Saturn." Chanter beamed and watched as he seemed to muse over her second question. "Mundanes live in rooms above shops most of the time, as do I. I can show you around tomorrow; I've had a long day. Do you have a place to stay? I could get the shop keeper to lend you a room if you need it."

"Oh No, I do not, but I'm much used to the trees, or in a cave beneath a waterfall, I do not believe I will do well on my own in..." She looked around and then back at him "In a place such as this, You are the first person I have met since entering Ironside, I would be ever so grateful if I can stay with you?" She asked sweetly. "I've used much too much mana, and I'm awfully tired."

James thought for a moment. "I suppose you could, but, I warn you, it's not in the best shape." He finally said, "I have some tea that helps aid in restoring mana after large spells. A friend gave it to me long ago."

When James opened the door to his flat, even he was surprised by the state of it. There were books everywhere, paper covered every surface that was not the floor, and the fire was on as high as it could go. James tilted his wrist down and snapped his fingers. The fire instantly died down. This was the routine. As smart as James considered himself, he could never remember to turn the fireplace off. It drove his neighbors crazy, but it was no bid deal for him.
"You can take the bed. It's in the next room. I'll make that tea." James sauntered over to the kitchen and stood before the stove. He snapped his fingers and a fire lit under the green tea kettle. There were knobs to turn on the stove and the fireplace, but James never bothered with that. He was skilled enough to do it with his summer magic. "If you don't mind me asking, what possessed you to open a portal by yourself? And how did you even learn to? Usually, only the oldest fae can do that."

"If you don't mind me asking, what possessed you to open a portal by yourself? And how did you even learn to? Usually, only the oldest fae can do that."
Chanter smiled. "I am a Keeper, We keep the balance in OtherWorld, so I was trained in mana manipulation since my birth. This was an independent study, I grant you." She said with a laugh. She looked at him and wondered. [color=teal][b]"You should know what a Spring Keeper is? How long have you been away from OtherWorld?" She asked as she sat herself up on a desk covered in books as she watched the flame he created. "I could teach you, if you like, you seemed skilled enough in the ways of Mana."

"I am a Keeper, We keep the balance in OtherWorld, so I was trained in mana manipulation since my birth. This was an independent study, I grant you." Chanter said with a laugh. "You should know what a Spring Keeper is? How long have you been away from OtherWorld?"
“As brilliant as I consider myself, I don’t know much about the Other World. I’ve never been there. I was born here and felt no desire to see it; nothing was pulling me to it. So, to answer your question exactly, 350 years. And, though it pains me to admit this, I do not know exactly what a Spring Keeper is.” James mused just as the tea kettle began to screech. He closed his eyes to listen to it for a moment before hopping out of his chair to take it off of the stove. He closed his hand into a fist and the flame was snuffled out. He quickly prepared the tea and then offered a cup to Chanter. "It'll help you recover your strength." He explained.