continued from In the Guild
and Hyacinths Hoofprints

This twilit dreamlike realm is home to the fair folk of all kinds.
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Rosewood breaths in the sweet air of the Faerie.  He may be in the wrong court but still this reminds him of his library and the place he called home until not long ago.
He looks around though his Fairy Dust Filled eyes.  Letting his wings flap once.  So the fairy dust can run along it's edges.  He did this simple act to show the Fae.  The essences of The Faerie he was not the same fairy that had left not so long ago.

He looks around to see what will happen.  His trust in the Ambassador non-existent.

Upon arrival Dilandua immediately takes the area in, looking for paths, the Ambassador, and any predators (noting that all Fey here are likely predators)...

In reply to Dilandua (msg # 3):

The area around you looks to be a forest freshly dusted with snow.  holly berries brighten the darkness of the wood. In the distance you can see an ice troll moving slowly, and an assortment of winged fey are flitting from branch to branch, many smaller than the average pixie.

a redcap with a large axe nods at the Ambassador as you pass.

Dilandua remains hyper-alert, exhaustingly so if this last too long.  The small pale leather clad elven warrior stays to the center of the path and is mindful of every step.

In reply to Dilandua (msg # 5):

a very small faerie in a tiny coach can be seen coursing through the snow to one side, and seems to be at risk of being trampled by a fox...

Dilandua pays it only as much head as is necessary to keep on eye on what the predators are doing.

In reply to Dilandua (msg # 7):

The emissary glances over at Rosewood

Rosewood is in the one place in the universe he does not wish to be ever.  Inside he is shaking.  Outside he is as calm as the darkness that now has enveloped him.

Seeing the faerie in a tiny coach Rosewood Curiosity gets the better of him.  He turns and looks at the Ambassador and shrugs his shoulders.  He opens his mouth to speak then decides it is pointless.  In his eyes she was just another Leprechaun but a very big jumped up pain in bum of a one.

He then fly's down to the coach to see what is going on and what sort of trap the winter court and the  Ambassador has laid on for him.  The Winter court could never be trusted.  He also new he would never gain peace in his life now.  Dilandua had been played by the Ambassador and she was one of their own.  That told him everything he needed to know about his situation.
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In reply to Rosewood (msg # 9):

the dimunitive passenger in the coach that Rosewood could hold in the palm of their hand looks up at the pixie.
"Well met, summerling. carry me far from Brer Fox if you are able, and much will be brought to the table."