It was by far the most Fairiefolk that any of them had ever seen in one place. Thousands of them hovered all about the area which caused quite a buzzing from all those near invisible wings flapping vigorously. Falynn looked down at the scroll and then back up at the flock of Fae in bewilderment and began to roll the parchment back up. Just then a particularly brighter colored Fairie started towards him. She was slightly larger than most of the other Fae that surrounded him, but this was still fairly small as humans went. Standing straight she was sixteen inches tall which is exactly what her wing span was from tip to tip. Shades of brilliant blues and greens made up her dress and gown along with just a spot of dazzling red here and there appeared tastefully. Her long golden hair was full and slightly wavy with a clasp at the back sporting the initials "R.T." engraved into its violet metal sheen. The letters glowed crimson on a field of rich purple with the border in sacred knots of cobalt blue.
"Summon us you did dear Falynn?" the queen asked as she stopped to a hover at just eye level with Falynn. Of course Falynn had no idea that he was reading a summoning spell from the scroll he was holding when he read it. Now he was figuring it out pretty quickly or at least he felt he better figure out a plan of action or it could be doom for he and his crew.
"Aye, and just in time too. This here temple was about to take us all out. Thank the gods yer made it!" chuckled Falynn under his breath, hoping that some comedy would lighten the thick air. The Fae were not known to be much more than serious most of the time unless it came to partying and physical intimacy. Fairiefolk were experts at sexuality and charm and the energies related to these fields of interest. Seduction among the many tools of deceit in their little bag of trickery.
"Jokes has ye? ", the queen laughed, "Though as a great anthill it does appear, your temple holds far more than you have imagined my dear. Either ye be sucked down and down or driven upwards towards the crown. Best hope ye have some grand intentions if'n ye plan any canny ascension. For below holds distortions of even epic proportion, and ye may just drown!" stated Queen Aini with a flavor of song.
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"Ye set on turnin' this inta a musical Aini? By the gods ye had me knees shakin' thinkin' the sky was fallin' in!", exclaimed Falynn as he stood from a hunched position. "Falynn! I don't have to guess why yer here. " replied Queen Aini with a smirk.
"Aye, and this scroll here's the first thing we've found. Quite a treasure if'n it summons ye and yer swarm!" laughed Falynn, tucking the scroll in his vest.
"We remember who we sold that scroll to, and you are fortunate that we are friends young Falynn, for otherwise we'd be havin' in back." she grinned. "Thank you Aini, you've always been a charmer." said Falynn, half joking, half serious.
"I'm glad you have it." she insisted, as she and the swam vanished as quickly as they appeared.
Falynn and his crew gathered at the main entrance to the "temple" and discussed the matter in depth until they all finally agreed that they would all enter the anthill regardless of Aini's song of warning. They had trudged through the rain for hours and hours and so far were fairly disappointed in their findings. A scroll that summons a Fae swarm is handy and most likely very valuable, but what they were all after was gold and gems and such. Not crafted items by Fairie magic and such. They were going in anyway, and they were bound and determined to fill Freyja's Pride with the weight of precious metals and sparkling gems before they even flirted with the thoughts of heading home.
~Four Eagles
