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[Titania]

She had never cared much for the cities.

Smaller towns were where she fled, when she needed to avoid the rush of the Faerie Realm. Though she loved her husband very much, and she cared for her children more than anything, Titania was still just one person. She needed to get away when things got stressful; she needed to run away, when the time came. She had stood by her husband through all that tried to destroy them, through his mother's betrayal, but now she just needed to explore the human realm.

Part of it was for selfish reasons; she would admit that. She missed her son. She missed Jareth. Though he had betrayed them all and almost destroyed everything Titania had worked for, he was still her son. He had still come from her womb, suckled at her breasts. She had held his hands and guided him through the worst times in his life. Yes, he may have betrayed her and all of the Fae, but he was still her son. And he was still, at least partially, the reason she clung to the human world so desperately. 

Titania needed to find him. She needed to talk to him. She needed to make things right.

Unfortunately, her searches were often times cut short. She didn't care much for big cities, and Titania knew that was probably where Jareth was. He was a performer, after all. He loved to be at the center of attention, garnering praise for his talent of voice. Big cities catered to that sort of talent. Performers often found their ways into bars, or they performed on the street. They grinned at passersby and begged for coin without truly begging. That was her son.

But she would go to no big cities. Not yet. Instead, she flocked to smaller towns. There was not as much iron in smaller towns, and often, she could runaway there and disappear without ever leaving too much of a footprint. They would assume she was just a drifter, and, in a way, she was. Even now, running a bakery set up in an old post office, she knew no one here would remember her name for long. Though there were cries of "Guin!" and "Food looks good as always, love!" it would not be log before she was just a memory.

But for now, she would bake sweets and frost cakes. She would sell what she could. Perhaps she would even snag a lover, if time permitted it.

But that thought was disrupted as the bell above the door jingled, and Titania -- Guinevere -- raised her head. A smile formed on her lips and, in a hint of an Irish accent, greeted the newcomer.

"Hey there! How can I help you?"

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[Endellion Connelly]

( Words ) 358 ( Mood) peaceful and curious  ( Notes) none Weeks without travel made Endellion stir crazy. This trip to Ireland was hardly a burden. In fact, she might even go so far as to label it a blessing for getting her out of the shop and back into the world. Though her last trip was only weeks before, she felt like it had been ages since she left The Phoenix Nest and the urge to move had been getting unbearable. After all, one didn’t spend centuries going country to country without getting a taste for it. It was, perhaps, a bit of an addiction. Of course, it paled in comparison to her addiction to the very things she travelled for now: books. In fact, a book was what brought her to Dublin in the first place. The auction had been a bit busy for her tastes – and its customers too opinionated, she thought – but she had managed to come out of it with the piece she had crossed the ocean for and now it nestled in her satchel, wrapped in cloth. Exhausted from a long morning of bidding and brushing off comments about her being too young to be purchasing such antiques, Endellion was just about ready to take a chance having a nap in the street. Thankfully she spotted the bakery first, gravitating towards it like a moth to flame. Pushing the door open with her hip, hand resting protectively on her satchel, she entered the bakery. The scents and smells of warm sugar and spices had her pausing just inside the door, eyes closed with lips pulled into a small but delighted smile. This. This was a bakery. Much better than those places that tried to pass off store-bought goods as freshly baked. This was the real thing and she was extraordinarily pleased. A woman’s voice pulled her out of her sensory moment and her eyes flicked open, her smile growing wry. “Hullo,” she said, stepping closer to the counter, eyeing the goods briefly before bringing her gaze back to the striking woman behind the counter. “I would love one of those muffins. The lemon poppyseed, I think it is. And do you sell tea?”

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[Titania]

To her delight, it wasn't too long after opening that another soul decided to try her hand at the small diner. Not just any soul, Titania realized, and a smile formed on her lips; whoever had just entered her shop was not human -- not by a long shot. Titania wasn't exactly sure what the woman was, as there were a number of mythical creatures that caught and held onto her attention like that, buut she knew she wasn't human. Not a Plus, not a Shifter; definitely not a vampire or werewolf. The corners of her eyes crinkled.

"Good afternoon," she said, her voice warm and bright, like any other shopkeeper's. She wasn't about to give away what she had just learned, at least not yet. She wanted to know more about this stranger, and Titania knew that revealing her hand too early might just defer that plan from its current tracks. "You said the poppy seed? Absolutely. Tell you the truth, it's one of my favorites, actually. Comin' right up."

Titania moved from her spot behind the counter towards the tray of muffins, grabbing up a square of wax paper as she did. Careful to keep her skin from touching the muffin, she used the wax paper to lift the chosen baked good off of its tray and move it to a new home. Titania was soon back at her register, the blue plate next to her. She turned on the water in the sink and placed a kettle beneath the faucet. As the kettle filled, she turned her gaze back to the newcomer and grinned.

"What kind of tea did you want, a stóirín?" Titania grabbed a few napkins and placed them on the muffin, then moved the kettle from the sink to the stove behind her. Now, while she had her, was a good time for her to strike. She had to figure out what kind of creature had just walked into her life, especially since it wouldn't be too long before she just walked back out. "Also, that's a funny accent you got there. Where're you from, if you don't mind me asking? And how'd you manage to find your way to our sleepy little town?"

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( Words ) 372 ( Tagged) Titania  ( Notes) none “Afternoon,” she repeated absently, momentarily distracted by the diner again. To Endellion, it was beautiful. Even without the charm of its location, the diner’s warmth and personality would be enough. It felt like home, like her shop did after a few weeks away; the sweet and slightly spicy smells of baked goods were all-encompassing, just as the scent of pages and leather was back home. Breathing it all in was a natural reaction for her, though she could not help blushing when she remembered she was in another’s company. “Aye, the poppy seed,” she agreed, adjusting the strap of her satchel in her embarrassment. “They look scrumptious and I’m famished!” Another downside to auctions: no food allowed. To make it worse, they didn’t sell any either. It made sense, what with all the antique and rare goods, but just because it was logical did not mean she had to like it. She didn’t. “And peppermint, if you please. Feeling like I could use some pep.” Endellion grinned, blue eyes growing lighter with her mood. Or was it the lighting? The comment about her accent had her laughing softly. “I was born in Scotland. Gairloch, to be more precise. I live in Leeds now, but I’ve done my fair share of traveling. That might explain it.” It wasn’t the first time someone had asked about her accent, and thank goodness for that. That first time had been a mess of a conversation, leading to the practised response she had now, however true it was. Watching the woman work made her almost wish she’d been the first to ask. Something about her made Dell feel strangely at ease. Safe, even. “I run a book shop with my grandmother,” she replied easily, the story so old it was second nature to tell. Sometimes she even pretended to herself that it was true. “Little one, down in Leeds. It’s a specialty place, so it needs specialty things. I came here in search of an old book.” Patting her satchel idly, the Phoenix beamed. “Got it too.” “How long have you had this place?” It was a sudden question, completely out of nowhere even for herself, but one she found she was interested in the answer of.

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As soon as the woman had put in her order, Titania was moving, grabbing down the peppermint mix from the shelves. All of her tea leaves were packed away neatly in glass jars, all aligned perfectly and labeled, so as to not mistake one from the other. She removed the cork top from the jar and scooped a few teaspoons of the leaves into a mug, a soft green to compliment the blue of the plate. Never once during her task did the smile slip from her face; she was, after all, a natural born mother and caregiver. It only made sense that making tea, baking, and listening to little ones talk were enough to keep her happy.

"It'll be just a moment on that tea," she said, slipping the jar back into its spot on the shelf. With that done, Titania turned towards the other, now intent on the story she had been given. "Scot, you said? Now, that makes sense. My husband, he's a Scot, and I thought... I had thought that accent had sounded familiar. Now I realize why." Here, she gave a laugh that sounded more like a song, "I've heard it every day for the past several years."

Deciding she, too, wanted a muffin, Titania lifted a chocolate chip from the display case and placed it onto another plate; this one was pink. With her sweet tooth about to be appeased, she pealed back the wax covering and began to speak again. 

"A book store, hm? I've always wanted to see if I could run a little bookstore and cafe combo, but I wouldn't know where to start. That much I'll admit." She brought the muffin up to her lips and bit into it. Her wings, hidden by glamour, gave a little flutter at the taste.  "But I can bake. And I can cook, so I suppose this is probably the best place for me. But to answer your question, I think I've owned this place for a while now. It's been in my family for many years."

This and that, truths and half-lies. Better than giving everything away, at least right now.

"Do you specialize in any particular kind of old book, or just any to cross your path?"

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( WORDS ) 345 ( TAGGED ) Titania  ( NOTES ) none “No worries,” she assured her, casually leaning against the counter, the fingers of one hand curled around her satchel’s strap protectively. Only once had a book been outright stolen from her in public but that one time was enough to have her wary. She did not see the kind woman behind the counter as a threat to her purchase; protecting her books was more instinct than anything else. For as long as the literature stayed in her possession she treated each piece with utmost care, choosing to think of them as a family of sorts. A family like she had once upon a time. Like she wanted to have again. Someday. Dell’s laugh joined the other’s briefly, soft and sweet. “Hard to forget then, I’d think.” The addition of the pink plate had her smiling internally. It was almost as if her mind had been read: green, blue, and pink were her favourite colours, and here they were, all together. “Aye. It’s called The Phoenix Nest. Grandmother’s pride and joy, though she’s not the first of our family to own it. It’s a bit of an heirloom – a bit like here, perhaps. As for your idea…I think you could do it. I can’t imagine doing stock and shopping for ingredients and utensils would be much different than doing the same for books.” “Oh!” Now she was excited. Talking about her books was something she was passionate about and rarely got to do with people who weren’t her customers. Even with customers she only got to talk about particular books: most of them tended to want to be in and out in a matter of minutes, wanting to hear only about the book they searched for. Her favourite customers were the ones who wandered in seeking knowledge, who perused each section of books and lingered for hours. “Rare books, partly. Things that are hard to find, ancient, strange. I’ve got a wide variety back at the Nest. Mythology, fairy tales, history. Anything that can be considered specialty and won’t be found in a commercial book store.”

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The tea kettle began to whistle.

Still keeping one ear on her guest, Titania was forced to turn her back on Dell again, this time to retrieve the kettle. Slowly, she poured the water over the tea leaves, smiling as the smell of peppermint filled her senses and the little shop. Unable to help herself, the Queen of the Fae closed her eyes and inhaled once more, this time actually enjoying the scent. It reminded her of days of old, really, back before she and Oberon had fought, back before they had even truly settled into married life.

"Here you are," she said, turning to place the mug next to the plate. A smile was on her face; this one soft, gentle. Her fingers moved to the cash register, tapping in both the muffin and the tea, then she glanced up. "All right. That was the poppy seed muffin and a mug of peppermint tea. The tea comes with up to three free refills, by the way, so just let me know if you'd like a little to-go cup before you leave." Another few buttons, then she adds, "That comes to four euros, by the way."

She poured herself a cup of the peppermint tea for old time's sake, added in a teaspoon or two of sugar, and stirred. Bringing the mug to her lips, Titania continued, "Your shop sounds lovely. I'm a fan of old books myself, though mostly those dealing with mythology and ancient religions. Tell me, friend, do you have anything regarding the Fae? Or the worship of?" She took a timid sip, to ensure the tea was at the right temperature, then another when she was sure it was, "It used to be a fairly popular religion, here in Ireland, before the Christians brought Catholicism over. Some still worship them, though."

Briefly, Titania thought back to her family, to the line of women that had come from her womb. The Cassidys, a bright bunch of women with her eyes, with her aptitude for magic. They had long since claimed the land of Ireland as their own, and since they had sought to keep the Fae alive and well. They were gifted, in both length of life and power of magic. She still watched over them today; at least the Cassidys that had managed to stay in the human realm.

Some had fled this realm, to live in Avalon with their dear matriarch. 

"Might I ask a personal question, dear? If you do not mind my asking."

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[Endellion Connelly]

( WORDS ) 384 ( TAGGED ) Titania  ( OUTFIT )  Click Dell couldn’t keep herself from smiling either – not that she needed to. Clearly the woman was enjoying the smell just as much as she was. If she was honest, she would have to admit that one of the only reasons she liked the tea was because of its scent. The taste was fine, sure, but enduring the heat of it was another thing altogether. The delightful, energising smell made the discomfort worth it. However, she tried to soften the effects as often as she could. “Do you keep ice in the shop?” “Brilliant!” She exclaimed, perhaps too excitedly. Taking a cup to go meant bringing a little bit of here with her and she found the idea delightful. Not, of course, as delightful as it would be to linger here all day, but she had a few more things to do before heading home the next day. It was a pity she couldn’t stay longer. The treasures hiding in this fair country were worth a longer stay. Maybe next time. Lifting the flap of her satchel, Dell carefully dug around to find the small stash of cash she kept in it for stops like this one. Counting out the total, she handed it over with a nod. “Thank-you.” Seeing as there were no customers in line behind her, she thought it was all right to linger at the counter a while longer. When the woman continued speaking, she was glad she had stayed, almost literally lighting up at the mention of the other’s love of mythology and ancient religions, specifically the Fae. “I do! I’ll admit I have kept a few of them for my own personal collection. Grandmother was always very fond of those stories. She believed they were true. My mother too.” That story was partly true, as most of her lies were. Her adoptive mother – the only mother she ever had – had worshipped the Fae, passing information on to her daughter. Dell herself had never been a worshipper, but by the time she figured out what she was she was a firm believer in the existence of the Fae. “I’ve got one with me, actually. Would you like to see it?” In her excitement she was completely ignoring her tea and muffin, her attention on the conversation instead. “Just picked it up at auction.”

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[Titania]

Realizing the poor dear's tea was just a bit too hot for her taste, Titania nodded and turned to the ice maker by her feet. It was a chest, perhaps about three feet in height, but its size was of no matter, as its only function was to create and store ice. Most of the time, the ice was used in smoothies, or when someone asked for a glass of water. But occasionally she would have times like this, when a customer cared for their tea a little gentler than boiling hot, and then Titania was glad she had gone for the full ice maker.

She scooped out a small cup of ice for the woman, and then it across the counter towards her. For the hell of it, she added a few ice chips to her own tea. It would have been just as easy, if not easier, for her to simply have cooled the drink with magic. But that might have been considered cheating, or giving herself away, and Titania wasn't quite ready for that yet. She wanted to learn more about this odd little bird, especially regarding what it was, exactly, she happened to be.

"I would love to see it," she admitted, and gave Dell a smile. The Faerie Queen brought her mug up to her lips for another sip. "I'm quite fond of the Fae, as I've mentioned. My family is Irish." She added that last part with a particular twist of her lips, a grin that seemed to hold more than she wanted to truly say. As for what it meant, though, they would have to wait to find out.

Continuing on, Titania added, "Your family sounds a lot like mine, at least religiously. They rejected the idea of Christianity. Respected it and its worshipers, mind you, but didn't care for the Abrahamic God. They preferred to give themselves to the gods and the Fae." She paused, to take another sip of the tea. "Mostly the Fae, though. They, um... The Fae can be very possessive over their worshipers."

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[Endellion Connelly]

( WORDS ) 377 ( TAGGED ) Titania  ( OUTFIT )  Click!      “I realise it’s a bit strange to cool peppermint tea. It seems like a tea that should be kept hot, you know?” Dell shrugged carefully, mindful of the strap on her shoulder. This was one thing she hated about her species: hot drinks, hot food, hot anything equaled ‘not for Endellion’. She had the misfortune of learning that lesson by experience. Spending a night on the floor behind the counter in her shop unable to move, should have been enough incentive to not drink a hot cup of tea again. Stubbornness had her in similar situations as she tried other things, resulting in her eventually giving up on trying to fight what she was. “Makes me ill, drinking it hot. It’s a pity,” she said, and there was no mistaking the longing in her voice.      Endellion held the cup of ice between her hands for a few seconds, letting the cold seep into her skin before tipping the ice into her tea carefully. “It’s a bit annoying actually. You know how some people have sensitivity to light? I’m a bit like that only with heat instead. I get a fair bit of strange looks in cold weather,” she joked lightly, though the smile that accompanied her comment was more resigned than amused.      “It was always more the women of my family than the men, honestly. The men believed in the land and their place in it and that was about it.” Her eyes softened, crinkling at the edges with just the hint of a smile. “I admire those who can respect others with differing views. I wish people did it more often. It would save a lot of trouble.” She thought the five years of fighting might have been prevented if the humans and otherwise had been a bit more respectful and understanding. Unfortunately, perfection was a lot to ask from anyone. “From what I know, that makes sense.”      The girl laughed quietly. “I almost missed that – you said you wanted to see the book, yes?” Without waiting for an answer – she remembered now, after all – she pulled the fabric-wrapped book out of her satchel and handed it to Titania gently. “I’m Endellion, by the way. It was a bit rude of me not to introduce myself.” Note: Is the pink hard to read?

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Titania smiled, unable to help herself, when the woman tried to explain away her sensitivity. Normally, if someone wasn't ashamed of their pickiness, they simply said something and let that be that. But Endellion, as that appeared to be her name, seemed to be more ashamed and disappointed by her obstacles. That was why Titania smiled, and why she bowed her head; she wanted Endellion to know that she understood. People all had their quirks, after all, and the Mother of the Fae knew that better than anyone.

"Relax, young one. I understand the... sensitivity thing," she said, bringing the tea up to her lips. Once the taste of peppermint had faded from her throat, she continued, "My family has a bit of sensitivity with iron. Too much of it makes us sick and ill. I understand having to watch yourself."

And she did. The Fae were easily weakened by iron. Though each race had its own strengths and weaknesses, one of the things all had in common were that iron could hurt them. For some, it burned and melted their flesh. For others, it made them weak and sick. Some could touch it briefly, like Titania, could ingesting too much iron caused a buildup that could leave her ill in bed for weeks. Prolonged exposure was said to weaken a Faerie to the point of almost death.

But she decided to keep all that information to herself; there was no need for her guest to know that. Not yet, anyways. 

With a small nod of approval, she took the book from Endellion, flipping through the pages. She skimmed this one and that, pausing at the particularly colorful passages. There were some pictures, she noted, and they seemed more or less accurate; for the time this book was published, at any rate. Titania had long since changed her hair from blonde to black, and now she enjoyed more angular features. Her lips curved upwards slightly as, after a moment, she finally closed the book and handed it back to the other woman.

"Well," she said, after a second of thought, "the information isn't completely incorrect. Might possibly be the most accurate I've ever read." A pause, accented by her grin growing wider, "A pleasure to meet you, Endellion. I'm Titania."

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( WORDS ) 425 ( TAGGED ) Titania  ( OUTFIT )  Click!      “Thank-you,” she replied, finally lifting her own cup, taking a tentative sip to test the temperature. When it didn’t scald her tongue she took a longer drink, smiling at the taste that filled her mouth, cool and warm at once. The woman was so sweet, understanding without being strange about it. There wasn’t any pity, and for that she was grateful. When she went on to explain her own family’s sensitivity she was relieved further, and also intrigued. Like her sensitivity to heat, not many regular people could claim a sensitivity to iron. Some members, maybe, but not entire family lines. The only thing she could think of that was anything like that was the Fae.      “Are you faeries then?” She asked lightly, injecting a joking tone despite her inability to hide the curiosity that filled her eyes. She grinned, took another sip of her tea, noting that it had cooled further. “It would explain the iron thing,” she added quickly. “But of course you already know that.” Ah, sometimes she wished she had more control over her tongue. For all she knew, this woman could be Fae and she might find Dell’s joking to be rude. She sincerely hoped that wasn’t the case. Oh how she hated to be seen as rude.      When the woman took the book and started perusing, Dell set her cup down and turned her attention to her muffin, carefully removing the top and setting it on the plate. It was a little quirk, one she picked up somewhere along the line, and she found some comfort in the ritual of it. She peeled the wrapper off the bottom and broke a piece off, eating the bite-sized piece, her eyes flicking up to the woman’s face when she spoke suddenly. “Is it? I’d been wondering. It differs from the other tomes I have, but it’s the one that fits best with the stories my mother told me when I was young.”      When the woman introduced herself, Endellion froze. Her eyes widened, and she nearly choked on her tea when she swallowed hard. “Titania…as in…the faerie queen?” She couldn’t possibly be serious, she just couldn’t, but…she couldn’t deny it. There was something about her. Endellion Connelly, you’re speaking to a queen and you made a joke about her family! Daft girl. She could feel the heat in her cheeks, knew they must be red by now, or at the very least pink. “Milady,” she said, nodding politely, trying to keep her excitement and embarrassment from overwhelming her. “It’s an absolute pleasure.”

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"It's highly accurate," Titania continued, as if she had not just dropped probably one of the biggest bombshells to ever hit Endellion. "There are some mistakes, of course. Oberon and I are not brother and sister, but simply children the seasons. I suppose you could consider us cousins, but there is no kin blood between us." She paused, to add more tea into her cup. "And Puck, he is a hobgoblin. Not a brownie. Avalon is the name of our realm, not the capital city.

"But otherwise, fairly well written. I must say, I am impressed. Ah, tell me..." This time, the Faerie Queen paused to add another few cubes of sugar into her tea. Fae enjoyed sweetening everything, even when nothing really needed to be sweetened. "Was it written by a Cassidy? They are my blood, you see. The Cassidy Women of Ireland; their line come from my womb. It would make sense for them to have written something so deceptively accurate."

With that said, Titania moved around her counter, so that she could actually approach her guest. There was something different about her; she knew that, and yet she still could not figure what. She was no Faerie; Titania could recognize her own children. But she was also not a were, or a vampire. She was something different. Something with blood so old it was a marvel. Titania moved to sit in the stool next to Endellion's, her eyes still on the other woman. Her fingers played with the wrapper of the chocolate muffin, still only half eaten.

Her gaze was curious, longing for an answer, as her lips formed more words, "What are you, then, child, if not one of the beasts I've met before? You are not of Fae or monster blood, so what kind of blood runs through your veins? Truly magical, for you to have my attention this long." She paused, to nibble at the muffin once more. She was truly confused, and excited. But then she seemed to realize something and straightened, lifting her chin.

"Of course, I forgot to answer your question. Yes, dear one. You are sitting in the company of the Faerie Queen. Not quite the place you thought you'd ever meet her, hm?"

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( WORDS ) 405 ( TAGGED ) Titania  ( OUTFIT )  Click!      While Titania went on as if nothing had happened, as if she didn’t just drop some pretty big news in Dell’s lap, the phoenix was still quietly processing what she’d been told. How she went as long as she had without meeting someone she knew for certain was something other than human was beyond her, but as it was she spent her whole life wondering if she was right to believe there were others or if it was a silly fantasy to believe in, well, everything. Now here she was, having tea and conversation with the queen of the Fae.      “Thank goodness,” she said lightly, lifting a hand to run it through her hair. “It’s just too bad there was only one copy. As it is, it’s bound for my personal collection.” Her personal collection was, if she was honest, probably a bit too large. Her home was overflowing with books, and not just the sort she kept in her shop: she didn’t have anything against modern books and trashy romance novels; they just didn’t belong in The Phoenix Nest. After all, that would make it a bit too much like a regular book store and that wouldn’t do. “Ah…” thinking back to the research she’d done and the name inscribed inside the cover of the book, Dell nodded. “Aye, it was, and now that you’ve explained, it makes a lot of sense.”      She didn’t realise until the question was asked that she’d actually been waiting for it. Instead of answering right away, she grew quiet, thoughtful. She sipped carefully at her tea, took a bite of her muffin, and tried to work out what to say. The truth, of course: honesty was key. But she needed to remind herself not to get ahead of things, to state things simply rather than go off on tangent (or two), so it took her a few minutes to meet the queen’s eyes again and answer. “I am a Phoenix, your majesty.” Pausing, she bit her lip. “Have you met one before?” Everything she knew about her species boiled down to one inescapable piece of information: only one Phoenix existed at a time. She couldn’t help holding out hope that perhaps all of those books were wrong.      “I didn’t imagine I would ever meet her -- you -- but since it’s happening, I think here works just as well as any other place would,” she decided with a soft laugh.

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"It's a beautiful book," she murmured, gently brushing her fingers over the leather binding of the book. Her eyes were soft, her voice a touch softer. "My daughters -- and believe me, I have many of them -- have always been a part of the Faerie world, though sometimes more literally than others. I have a daughter in my court right now. She is -- was, I suppose -- more human than Fae. Her sisters live on Earth. I wonder which of them wrote that book."

But she didn't want to know. She did, but she didn't want to know. Her daughters were all over the world, spread through the humans and Faes alike. They were the daughters of her blood and a human male who, in a whirlwind of passion and anger, had a brood of three children. All were daughters, and all had spread her magic to those who would never know the Faerie Queen. Sometimes she checked in on them. Sometimes she granted their wishes and gave them gifts. 

They were her dearest protegee. They were born from the anger that came after Oberon's banishment of her son. She had wanted to prove to him. She had wanted to show him that her children were her own, and that he had no right to take them from her. She was Queen. She was Mother to All. He had overstepped his boundaries, and she would never let him do that to her again. And he never had.

She brought her tea to her lips, hoping the peppermint would soothe her rising anger. Already she could hear the window panes shaking as gust after gust of wind beat against them, rattling them. It would do better to calm herself down, especially when she had guests. She was Queen of the Fae, not a monstrous elemental. She had much better control over herself than that.

It took a moment, but eventually the windows stopped shaking. A sigh escaped her lips. It still infuriated her now, to think about what Oberon had done to her oldest son, but she was working on it. She knew that Jareth had scared him, but in her mind, that was no excuse for locking away the only heir they had. The Queen finally turned her eyes onto Endellion and smiled, placing the teacup back on the counter, next to what was left to her muffin.

A smile curved her lips. "A phoenix? How... how unique. No, I really can't say I've ever met a phoenix before, but then again, they are neither Fae nor human. I do not tend to get out much, aside from those two races. Though I did court a were before. A lovely little bear-- Apologies." Titania shook her head, realizing she was getting off track. "Do you travel a lot, then? Find books that way? Or do books cause you to travel? If that makes sense..."

words; 482
music; Legally Blonde
tag; Endellion Connelly
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credits; zie @ CAUTION!
words; by SHAKESPEARE