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Aisling sighed as she crouched down in the grass. She was out gathering herbs for one of her sister's spells. Her eyes where focused on the plant that she was cutting, she apologized to the earth as she took the snippets of herbs. Their was a pouch at her side, filled with small baggies with herbs in them. She had been gathering since early morning, but she was glad she was out and about. As of the moment, she hadn't really had too much to worry about. She was just working on getting what her sister had asked for.

As the oldest of the Nox-Draige twelve sisters, she had the duty of watching over and making sure her siblings had what they needed. More then that, her duty was more important then that. As the oldest she was the 'Fae Guardian', a duty her family had held since the time when the Fae had first started appearing in the human realm. The bloodline fell through her mothers, and the duty often fell on a female. According to her mother, long ago a Fae lord had bred with a human lords daughter. The produced half-breed child was the start of the guardian line.

The bloodline was by far diluted since then, and Aisling doubted that any of her children would show magical potential. She kind of failed at a lot of things, and magic was one of them. Don't get me wrong a few sparks, she could do... But summon winds or storms? Like one of her sisters did... She didn't manage it too well. In fact when it came to fighting, she failed even harder at that then magic. Her ten year old sister often kicked Aisling's ass in training.

Not something the female was very proud of. Slowly she stood up and pocketed the small baggy of herbs. She was a slim woman, she was about twenty years of age, and seemed to stand at around 5'4''. Her form was slim and compact muscle, built like a combination of a runner and dancer. She trained, oh did she train to fight, but that didn't stop her from failing in the actual situations. So far she had only managed to have very lucky accidents. Like just last week when she killed a vampire.. with a pencil.

Aisling's head hung for a moment,a s her brown eyes sparked with anger. Why was it, she the 'Fae Guardian' was so horrible at doing her work? Sure she helped the Fullblooded, or Purebloods as some call them, slip into society. She helped them understand and fully comprehend the situation they where stepping into. Her head tilted down further as her eyes started to mist with tears. But as hard as she tried she knew she would continue to be the failure her father claimed her to be.

She tried hard to fight as the females in her mothers family had for decades. But she just didn't seem to have the powers they had, she was different. Where as they where all strong and beautiful, she was short and earthy. She had brown hair and eyes, and an alltogether not curvy form at all. Even people at school had noticed the difference between her and her sisters. Her sisters got attention, Aisling had just been ignored.

She roughly pushed her glasses back up her nose, her teeth grating as her anger mounted. Her hand came up and pressed to the mark on the back of her neck, where shoulder and neck met. it was a small mark, only about the size of a quarter. It was a beige imperial crown, it's three points clearly defined. It wasn't burning yet, which meant she hadn't any work to do today.

The frost was coming, winter was on the horizon and soon she would have to return to a cold home. Her family was always there for her yes, but her sisters where braggarts. She was well aware that Claire would have made a better guardian. She pushed her hair back and then snapped the just shoulder-blade length locks into a tight ponytail. She tugged on it viciously and shook her head, trying to shake away the tears.

She was in Guardian Forest, the place where most Fae came into the human world through. She rubbed her hands on her jeans, and then pulled her loose windbreaker over her form closer. She sighed and walked towards the small clearing that she usually came to, came to clear her mind. At the center was the convergence of trees that made a portal between the worlds. She collapsed to her knees and just pressed her forehead to her knees. Silence, she needed this calm, this near meditative state. That's when it hit her, why she was such a failure...

Because the god's hated her...
 
Elsewhere a being walked along a long hallway. It wasn't really a hallway, more like a path through nothing... the route between worlds, but mortal speech was too limited to really explain how it worked. He had been walking for around an hour or so, and ahead he could see the exit portal. Once he stepped through there he would arrive in the Human realm. It was his duty to live there and learn the way of these fellow people.

Though he would never admit it, he had relished this chance to see the Human Realm. Human society had always intrigued him... they lived such short lives, but did so with such passion and gusto. Even his Summer "kin", known for their liveliness, could not match the vivacity of humans.

Arriving at the edge of the portal he touched the layer of magic keeping the other side whole. It was only barely translucent so he couldn't see much beyond that there was a dim light out there. Taking a step back, he grinned and charged intent on making his first appearance a grand one.

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Meanwhile Aisling suddenly felt a flare of heat on her neck as the mark came to life. Before she could figure out what was going on, there was a scream of terror from above her, and her eyes flitted up to see something crashing toward her.

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Something had gone horribly wrong. The portal should have put him at ground level, but as he leapt through it, he found himself about fifteen feet in the air. His momentum carried him forward as gravity took over pulling him down. His eyes went wide as he saw that he'd land right on some human below. He let out a bellow of warning mixed with his terror as he fell. She glanced up at him but couldn't move in time as he landed on her.

Thankfully he had not fallen far and his slight form kept the damage to a minimal, but he still felt it. Pushing him up he quickly looked over the human he had fallen on. "Are you alright, Human?" he asked, his face close to hers. Aisling got the first look at the one who had fallen on her. His skin was almost perfectly white, like newly fallen snow, his eyes were also pale reminding her of ice frozen on a lake. His long platinum blond hair dangled from his head to lay about her face, each strand soft as silk. His face looked human, but stretched, and she recognized it as that of one of the Fae. He was beautiful... not handsome, but genuinely beautiful, but it was an unearthly beauty. As she lay there she realized he was still straddling her.
 
Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck.Fuck! She looked up and noticed the flash of magic. She felt the flare of her mark, as a searing pain unlike any before ripped through her. Sooner then she knew it there was pale blue eyes staring back into her own brown ones. Her glasses slid askance as she stared up at him. He asked if she was alright, as if she was any normal human!?! "You picked the wrong person to land on..." She said in a droll tone. Wonderful her day had just gone from worse to the worse possible.

She shifted beneath the Fae and put her hand on his chest. Her shirt sliding to the side a little, to show a brightly burning crown mark. She shifted just a little more, and tried to push against him even more. Damnit she wanted to get him off of her! She narrowed her eyes and adjusted her glasses with a push. "Off... NOW" She stated as she glared at him rather hard. Her eyes narrowing just a bit more as she wiggled a little and tried to push again.

It was no use though, most Fae where hella hard to move when they didn't want to be moved. She knew this as a fact, with how long she had been working with them. Freaking Hell, this was just lovely. He was STRADDLING HER, damnit he needed to get off!
 
He felt her pressing up on his chest, trying to push him off. Though he knew she was hitting him with as much strength as she could muster, it felt like a babe was slapping him. His eyebrows knotted as she first said something about landing on her, then as she shifted about under him, he saw the sigil of the Guardian, marking her as the one he was looking to see. What good fortune, he thought.

Then she yelled for him to get off, his eyes went wide as he realized the improper position he found himself in. With a push of his arms he stood up and offered her a hand. She got the first real look at him outside of his face. He was tall, around six and a half feet tall, but he was thin. That stretched look that tipped her off to his Fae nature in his face was reproduced all over his body. His body, legs, arms, even his hands and fingers all looked a tiny bit too long. It wasn't enough to really set off a sense of "wrongness" in him, but it gave him an very unique look. He was clothed in a black suit that was very formal looking... easily decades or centuries out of date, but gave his already refined look even more credence.

"I dearly apologize, Miss Guardian." he said, his hand still outstretched. "I am Zatriel del Marveora de Maeve, Crown Prince of the Unseelie Court, and I did not mean to put you in an embarrassing situation."
 
Aisling glared at him faintly, and tilted her head back. Her head cocking to the side as she watched him get off of her. He outstretched his hand, and she rolled her eyes a little. "I'm fine..."She stated as she stood up on her own. She dusted her pants off and stared at him, and just shook her head. Fuck, the Crown Prince of the Unseelie was infront of her.

She damned her mother for teaching her manners. She bowed at the waist and straightened. "An honor to meet you sir." She said in a rather dead tone. Turning from him now and shaking her head. "Follow me..." She murmured softly as she walked to the outer edges of the forest. She rolled her eyes a little and looked over her shoulder.

"I live nearby, and once we get there I will work on your papers for this world." She stated in a soft voice. She was doing her best to lighten up , but damnit... her day had been ruined when he had showed up. She had been hoping to go home and take a nice long shower. That was shot, so freaking shot.
 
Closing his eyes for a moment, he summoned up some of his innate magical powers, a glamour covering him. He still generally appeared the same, but the sharpness of his features faded a little, his ears tapered down into the gentle curve of a human's. He hurried after Aisling, looking around in wonder.

Noticing her voice was sharp with anger, he cocked an eyebrow, looking ahead of him as he attempted to catch up to her. Had he done something wrong to offend the Guardian?

Closing to stand next to her, he looked down at her and attempted to do something he had read about in his books on Humans. A "smile". From what he read, you would show your teeth with the edges of your lips upturned. It was supposed to be a friendly gesture among this race. Not wanting to get his time here off to a bad start, he tried it.

At most he'd only seen pictures of smiles in his books, so he began moving around his face trying to get it to feel like what he'd seen. His facial contortions looked quite strange, but slowly he got a genuine-looking smile there, and he showed it to Aisling. "It's my first smile." he said proudly to her. "Just for you."
 
Aisling shoulders slumped a little as she looked over at the male. He was trying to smile, it was something most of the fae didn't really bother to do. Their charming looks where more naturally seen. But charming a smile into a glamor was harder. She sighed as she darted her hand back through her hair. Watching him for a few more moments. "Wonderful..." She said lightly as she pulled a key from her pocket.

She approached a small building, that opened up into a rather small studio apartment. "Sorry for the size, my part-time job doesn't pay enough to get someplace bigger. Sides small like this is perfect, since it's where most of the Fae will start off. You have to live like a human would." She commented as she walked into the small domicile. She sighed and slipped her windbreaker off and then kicked off her footwear.

"I'm going to have to ask you to use a different name while you are here. Your Fae name, is powerful. As you know, names have power. Another name is what you need to go by." She stated as she shook her head. Walking into the kitchen and gathering up supplies to make a sandwhich. "I will also have to get a history for you to memorize. As well as print out the needed paperwork for you." She commented lightly.

"Your lucky your a Fae, and not a Demon. From what Shiane tells me, it's a lot harder for Demons to get into the human world. Their paperwork is harder to write up. Since we have to put a special notation for the special services... to say what race you are. Overzealous pricks, think all demons are horrible."
 
As she commented on his attempt at a smile, he raised an eyebrow in confusion... He wasn't fully sure if she was serious or not. He had read of sarcasm, but he wasn't sure if this was it. The lightness of her tone implied otherwise, but the sigh... Humans were quite the enigma. Practicing his smile again, since he needed to get used to showing it when he was happy, and the puzzle of Humans would certainly entertain him.

Following behind her as they reached the Guardian's abode, he nodded listening to her explain things he'd need to do to prepare for his time here in the Human realm. Glancing around her small studio, he began to poke and prod various objects, trying to discover their use. Some things, like lamps, he recognized, but other things he did not.

When she mentioned needing a new name, he pursed his lips in thought. Another one of those Human traits he'd been practicing. Oh what fun it was to be a human. "How about about Arthur, for the famous king of England?" Zatriel asked. "His adventures in the Fae realms are still known by my people, even today." he said.

Looking back to the thing he didn't recognize, he gave it another prod before suddenly it lit up, coming to life, music bursting out of it. Not expecting such noise from a small little container, he lept back, crouching in a defensive stance ready to pounce, his glamour falling away. He had activated her iPod which was plugged into some speakers nearby.
 
Aisling propped open her laptop which was on the kitchen counter. Set up to be ready to use at a moments notice. She hummed softly as she typed in the specifics. "Arthur Maeve" She stated as she scrolled through a few options and looked up at him for a moment. "Careful, som of those things can break easily." She stated lightly. She returned to her work, and pushed her glasses up her nose.

She went dead still though, when he started getting the music going. Sighing she picked up the remote for the speakers. "As I said, touching things... not so good..." She stated as she pushed a few buttons and got a much softer music going. She shook her head a little and then rubbed her fingers through her hair again. "What's going on?" She murmured lightly.

Something weird was passing through her. "Nevermind" She muttered, she knew what that was. She had it happen once before. It was definitely not something she was used to. Feeling attracted to someone, not that she would let it get anywhere.
 
"Oh... I understand." He stood up and gave her another smile. "A music playing device. Is it a radio? I read about them. Amazing devices... sending sound through air like magic!" He stepped back and let the flow of the music wash over him. Though the Unseelie were hardly musical creatures, the slow tempo and somber nature of what came on tugged on his soul.

He closed his eyes, his features the unnatural sharpness of his innate form as he began to move slowly to the music. His movements remained slow, but with each passing moment became more and more intricate and graceful, like that of an ice statue.

As the song came to a close, he let himself finish with a pose, and looked up at her with his light blue eyes. "A lovely song." he said softly.
 
Aislings shoulders slumped as she sighed gently. Once again she shoved the glasses back up her face and continued to type. A few sheets came from the printer near the laptop, and she pulled out the cards. Slipping them into their special cases she ran them through the machine that made them into laminated identification cards.


His dancing was amusing to say in the least, but she ignored it. "In the safety of my home, you can be yourself. Outside you have to be under a Glamor, unless you want to say you are in a 'cosplay' or a 'costume'...." She said as she shifted from her chair and walked over to him.

She held out the stack of papers, written in the Fae language, and then a folder with all his human information. "This is your identity here... and this stack of papers are the things you need to learn still. Read up... "She murmured.
 
He nodded as she told him to make sure he kept his glamour up. He felt ashamed that he had let it drop when he had gotten scared. Suddenly reverting back to his natural form would be such a disaster for the Guardian, and he certainly didn't want to be more trouble than he already had been.

He took the papers from her gracefully, and began to read them. Glancing over at her, he smiled again. "Thank you for the trouble you've been going through for me. I know it's your duty, but thank you none the less." He gave her a small bow, befitting that of one of higher status to one of lower. "This should keep me busy for a little while, if you would like to take care of some personal affairs." He said as he sat down and began going over the paperwork.
 
Aisling nodded as he took the papers. She walked over to her dresser and pulled out a change of clothes. "I'm going to shower, if you need to eat please tell me and when I am out I will make you something to eat. " She commented as she closed her dresser drawer and then went and gathered up some towels. She threw the towels over her arm and then whistled a faint tune as she walked towards the bathroom.

She stripped down then, and stretched out a little. Locking the door and then turning on the water. She adjusted it to the right temperature, and then chuckled as she stepped in. She would allow her muscles to get massaged by the shower head. She needed to relax more often, her muscles where taunt and she knew there was knots all up and down her back.

She sat on the bottom of the shower and sighed as she just absorbed the warm pulsing water on her back. Eyes closing as she entered an almost meditative state.
 
Half an hour later, Zatriel had finished up going over all the paperwork, signing where he needed to, and reading over the various information for the idenity he would assume. Standing, he stretched and walked into the kitchen and opened the refridgerator. The chill air felt refreshing against his skin as he looked at the meager few things in there. "Quite a fascinating device this is."

After poking around the kitchen for a few minutes, he walked over to the room that the Guardian had gone into, giving the doorknob a twist only to find it was locked. There was a sound like rain coming from inside the room... Ah, this must be the bathing room, he thought to himself.

He gave the door a rap. "Miss Aisling, are you alright in there? It's been a while. I don't mean to interrupt, but I've finished looking over the documents you gave me."
 
Aisling had finally allowed herself to stand again. She grabbed up the shampoo and lathered up her hair, her eyes closing as she allowed the hot water to wash away her filth. Then came the conditioner, designed to make her hair more manageable. She sighed as her fingers slipped through the strands of brown hair. She stepped out of the showers range, and then grabbed up her razor.

She didn't hear him knocking and began soaping down and shaving off all her body hair. She didn't like the shit, it annoyed her. She stopped a moment though, as it finally did register in her mind. She frowned faintly and finished up what she was doing. She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Wrapping herself in a towel tightly she popped open the door. "I am fine." She stated.

With that she snapped it closed and relocked it. She had to put her clothes back on, as soon as that was done, she stepped outside. "Alright, I suppose you are hungry?" She commented lightly.
 
When Aisling opened the door, he got a glimpse of her form that she normally hid under the loose clothing she wore. For the first time he really got an idea of what she looked like. She didn't have that overly refined beauty that almost every Fae, especially the Unseelie, had. Instead there was something simple and grounded to her. To someone who had spent his entire life around them, this seemed almost exotic. He knew that it would be common amongst humans, but that didn't change his reaction.

He scowled slightly at her reaction after she shut the door. Again, he was confused. He'd come to check if she was alright and it seemed to him she reacted with anger. He turned and walked away, thinking. Earlier she had reacted the same way. Maybe she hated him because he was the Crown Prince, he considered.

He turned as she walked out and asked if he wanted some food. Now she spoke in a much cheerier and calmer tone. He raised an eyebrown for a second before hiding his reaction. Where had the anger gone? What was going on? Not letting it show, he smiled again. "I am!" he replied eagerly, "What types of restaurants are nearby?" he asked.
 
Aisling hummed a little song as she walked into the living room. Cleaning up a little as she listened to him. She straightened and put her hands on her hips. Cocking them to the side a little and staring at him with narrowed eyes. What game was he playing? Well maybe he wasn't playing a game and was just interested? She smiled softly and just shook her head.

"Nearby, there are fourteen restaurants. There happens to be a mall nearby. Nearby meaning a twenty minutes walk." She commented lightly. Not that she wasn't used to walks. They where fun for her, as she liked to stay in shape. Hell you never knew when you had to run from a vamp. "We can go if you want?" She commented as she looked around.

The place was pretty neat, when they got back she would make her bed. He would get the bed, as it was only fair.
 
He caught her staring at her and he smiled at her. When she looked away, shaking her head and smiling he let his head roll back, staring at the ceiling, thinking back to the glimpse he had gotten of her. He liked the look of her. Before he could continue that train of thought, she asked him about the mall.

"Sounds great." he said earnestly, looking up at her. "I've been looking forward to going to the mall." He stood and walked over to her. "But what about your money? I haven't gotten a job yet, and I would imagine the gold coins I have would attract far too much attention..."
 
Starly waved her hand at him as she pulled on a pair of socks and then her boots. She laced them up and then tied them. Looking towards him, "Actually we need to get you clothes anyways. As for your coins, they can be melted down, and sold straight to a jeweler." She stated softly and then pulled her hair back with a hairpiece. "THere is one of those in the mall, and we can do that first." She commented as she snatched up a leather wallet from a drawer.

She threw this to him and looked towards him. "Put all the cards I made for you, inside of that." She stated in a firm tone. Then turned and walked towards the door. "We will get you a bank account later." SHe commneted as she yanked the door open. Then turning she walked outside spinning the key on her finger. "Come on Arthur..." She said in a teasing tone. This would be fun actually, when was the last time she took one of the fae shopping?
 
He nodded as she gave him more instructions. When she called him Arther, he laughed... he realized it was him, but it still seemed kinda funny. "Sorry about that... still not used to my new name." He slipped the wallet into his back pocket, double checked his glamour, and followed after her.

They arrived at the mall and he was looking around, eyes wide. "I had heard of malls, but I really didn't know they were like this." he whispered. It wasn't foreign to him, but it was much busier than he imagined, so he stayed close to Aisling to make sure he didn't get lost, holding onto her wrist as he stared around at the sights.
 
Aisling walked with him in silence towards the mall. Her hands stuck in her pockets. It was a long and silent walk on her part. The people driving past whistling at Zatriel, or as the humans knew him... Arthur. She rubbed her temples a little and increased her pace. So they got to the mall a little sooner then she had planned. She looked towards him when they walked inside, and then twisted her wrist to grip his hand. "It's alright" She whispered softly.

She took him towards the Jeweler's "He'll buy the gold" She commented lightly as she motioned towards the counter. The man was watching the both of them, and raising an eyebrow. "My friends new in town, he has some gold coins he would like melted down and sold?" She said softly.
 
He gripped her hand tightly as they wove their way through the crowds, his hand colder than a normal humans, but not noticably so unless you knew he was a fae. As he reached the gold shop, he kept her hand in his as he nodded to the vendor, reaching into his pocket he pulled out a stack of coins. "Will this do, good sir?"

The merchant's eyes went wide seeing all this gold in one place. He sputtered for a few moments before he looked up and squinted at him. "Hey... this gold is legit... right? You didn't steal it or nuffin?" and Zatriel's eyes went wide at this, shocked that someone would ask this.

Turning his head to look Aisling, he had a confused look on his face. "Steal? Why would I steal this?"
 
Starly waited patiently as she watched the merchant. Her arms crossing over her chest as she cocked her head to the side. it should be fine, the one wasn't known for being a fraud or anything. "It's legit, it came from his families coffers... He's from over the sea..." She commented in a light voice. Her eyes watching the man. "He's from England... Aren't you Arthur?" She said cheerfully.

A smile spreading across her features. Tiny and a girl she may be, but when she pushed those glasses up there was a chilling air around her. She couldn't fight, but she damn well could argue. She had the law behind her, and if she had to she would go through other channels. "If you think we stole it, we can take our business elsewhere" She commented as she turned to walk out.
 
The merchant raised his chubby arms, waving his hands back and forth in a motion concession. "Whoa whoa whoa... let's not be hasty there, lil' missie." He grinned as he bent down and looked over the stack of coins. "I'm not saying that I won't accept them, it's just been a while since I've seen such a large supply of coins I don't recognize. Kinda suspicious, but if you say it's legit, I'll take your word for it."

Zatriel's shoulders sagged, visibly relieved, though he still hadn't let go of her hand, finding he was enjoying the warmth of it. As the merchant picked up the stack of coins and weighed them, doing a curory check of their purity, his eyes widened. "This is quite pure gold, sir. You'll get a good price from it." After a few moments he laid out a stack of twenties for Zatriel. "Comes to five-hundred US Dollars, sir." He said, grinning. "And I must add, you two make a cute couple." he nodded at them holding hands, and then turned away to deal with his new-found prize.
 
Not going to work, that money was not enough. She reached out and grabbed the merchants hand. "No sir, we are not a cute couple. Also, that WON'T be enough. That's pure gold, each coin is worth at LEAST one hundred on it's own. There is more then five in that stack." She stated in a firm tone. Strong she may not be... but she was definitely a bit intelligent when it came to her job.

"So why don't you give Arthur a fair price. I was told you where decent, and never gypped..."S he said in a sweet tone. Her eyes hardened to a quality similar to a very dark amber now, shining with anger.
 
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