Sapphire gems were neither calculating nor condemning as they gazed upon his countenance now. She noted the small movement as his head lifted with some discomfort, toward hers. The swirling mists seemed to whisper louder as that cocoon thickened around her slender, almost waifish form. Her skin was glowing with a sheer translucency as little droplets of mist landed upon her thin frame, delicate amethyst threads now clinging to the body beneath. Her breasts were small but perky and her hips lean but still with the soft edge of a woman's curve. Yet she did not halt the cocoon that was building up her pale limbs, arms now wrapped defensively around her mid section. Wide eyes and heart-shaped mouth belied no expression.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">And then he spoke.<br/>
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And yet this time ... something had changed.<br/>
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And rather drastically.<br/>​</div>Instinctively her power responded to his command, not demand. His power was greater but that was not what caused her the pause. It was the slight change in the boom of his voice that cracked like thunder as he spoke that one word that made her curious once more. For it now held the soft flow of wind on the tail of the audible boom of his chest. He had sense after all she thought to herself as she merely stared at him in silence. Of course, now she was entirely defended by her own magic as she had pulled it from his thorny cage to leave him to his fate which the Queen's had obviously seen as appropriate.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">Then she felt it. His power.<br/>​</div>And that had changed too. Yes, it was almost as if he were merely showing her it's prowess. Like a caged little peacock shaking his beautiful tail feathers for her to behold. It wasn't courting as such in that regard, no. But it was a show. And the only places that were as yet uncovered by the damp cloak of her spell were the tops of her shoulders,neck, and face. She felt the heat of his power spread across her skin, refreshing as on a Spring day. Gone were the withering threats of the full on heat of Summer's aggravated advances. This was more gentle now too and calmed the fading star several paces from him. It seemed they both shared traits of the glimmering of star canopy, she thought, as his dark eyes glittered and never faltered, black and blue locked in a look each dared not break. Then the black expanse of his eyes opened to the jewel toned galaxies of time and space, mists and swirls of dark, muted colors covering the darkness as though he were seeing many things at once. She was able to see it too and it was the most beautiful thing Caer'tais had ever witnessed. While Zeus held a commanding presence in his own courts, this Fey had clearly astounded the Nephelai as her own eyes widened in an expression of wonder. Unknowingly she took a step forward to get a closer look to the magics that were growing in this strange, surly captive. And another. And another. Until she were nearly within arm's reach of him and his power was washing over her in strong crashes like a turbulent sea's waves with each intoned word. It made her slightly unsteady and heady and her defensive posture fell as well as the lips that were closed together from that final judgement. No. This was no simple Fey Lord. He was something she should have known more of. And the fact that she didn't only caused in her an ache to fill the unanswered gaps with his strong and steady voice.<br/><br/>“<i>I beseech you, child of the air and of the elements. Do not part ways with me just yet. If you release me from this curse, I will owe you a bane, or a favor, to call on me as you see fit. Your heart tells me that you are alone and you seek solace in someone’s arms. Your mind tells me that you have a clear conscious; you do nothing impulsively, even if you are curious. Your soul is still pure; your intentions are pure, but you have many choices that you will have to make that could ultimately change the course of your future</i>.”<br/><br/>Those parted lips relinquished the barest of gasps as his words and power pushed over her flesh. She said nothing, merely listened, nearly closing her eyes to listen to the sound of his voice and the lyrical intonations of his powerfully masculine words. His power was making her light-headed. It was like standing too close to Zeus with his crackling electric current that threatened to give you a light or powerful shock. One could never be sure as that was the wielder's preference. It would be the same with this one and was. She could feel the pulsing energy of his power now in the air around them, nearly muting her own magic that danced now with his. Caer'tais was not thinking or commanding her magics as he spoke for she was entranced by him. Her palms slid from her arms and opened toward him, both powers now sliding against once another like a pair of muscular, copulating snakes. The feel was so incredible, so delicious to Caer'tais that she barely noticed her own power slipping under his physical body toward the root stock of the enormous thorned bush. She nourished the roots and heard an audible groan from the magical plant as it began pulling it's energy down to that source of luxurious feeding.<br/><br/>Lids fell and rose once in along blink as she watched his lids fall in a terrible, long moment of agony as they were separated. When they reopened, his magic had passed and he was left to rely on his own physical strength which he used with admirable finesse to wrench his way at last out of the thorny tomb. Her little rosebud mouth was still open as sapphires moved to look over the scratches and cuts upon his form. Some were quite deep as the more greedy thorns had tried futilely to keep the captive down with their one to two inch grasping claws. A small wince emoted from her flawless features and then once again she was seeking out the curtain of night in his black gaze and then away again as she peered around to watch the bush un-mutate. The natural state of it had been corrupted by the magics which had changed it to a bestial cage and now it had shrunken into a healthy rose bush, already budding with deep, dark roses, the color of his blood.<br/><br/>At last the soft timbre of her voice filled the space between them as she spoke. "You may have known of me and my kind, Tayvan Frey. But you are more than just a nobleman of the Fey. What exactly you are, remains a mystery to me but it is one I hope to unravel in your presence. I accept the boon of your powerful gift and add also the demand of my safety while in your stead. You are not to use your power to enslave or brutalize me and I will accompany you until I no longer see fit. I am afraid of your Queens now if I am to be honest with you if your power is thus and they were able to subdue you. And for that reason, reserve the right to diminish back unto the safety of my clouds and kin at the first sign of the loss of my immortality. I shall not give you my name yet as it will only add to the strength of your power, though I will not hesitate to call on yours to bind you if I must protect myself. Are we clear?"<br/><br/>Clear. Like her eyes. For the mists had entirely departed both figuratively and literally and now they were as bright and shining as a brook of shallow water bubbling along; her sisters' territories. The actual mist had departed too into molecules which hung about lazily and drifted unseen between them. The thin threads of her ankle length gown and silken silver streaks of hair were now stuck to her form as she stood before his bleeding and naked body, wondering indeed about this tenuous and dangerous alliance.