Two pale moons, those silver eyes cast in the darkness, bore deeply at the young woman. A waif of a tribute. Perhaps the Fair Folk would have no interest in a girl so easily castaway. As it was custom of the lesser faeries to be so fickle as to spite you for a spot of cream that you denied them. But the wind rustled the trees with chimes and muse provoking the jovial laughter of the Fae Kin. And in the darkness the village could feel the presence of the Other World.<br/><br/><b> “Is it true?” </b>The voice asked as if addressing Alyss directly and the sound was followed by soothing warmth of spring breeze amongst the wintered woods.<b>“Do you willingly submit yourself as tribute?”</b>Silver eyes clarified and the Faerie Lord’s presence shifted as a dim silhouette formed around the haunting gaze. Tall, was what many thought at first, but soon many found their eyes averted in fear of offending a greater power.<br/><br/><b> “Make no mistake you would be robbed from this realm swifter than a babe from its cradle, soon. But it intrigues my spirit to see a mortal child surrender a future for a people not her own. Do you know how the Fair Folk strike their agreements?”</b>Ethereal light ebbed with the emergence of Will’o’wisps strafing ghostly through the air. Past the faces of children and horrified marms the little lights danced and a distant music piped up as silver eyes approached within shadow.<br/><br/>A magic was in stirring in the air unlike anything the village had ever seen. Now their elders realized the tales of their forefathers were gravely want for detail, as the Fae may well be the demons of the night. Those enchanted devils that curse and play tricks.<br/><br/>Pale skin like a marbled gem reached forth. Palm struck out the long fingers of a strange being invited the woman’s intrigue.<b>“We Fair of the Elphame lands never betray a promise.”</b>The poetic Lord of the Seelie Court instructed, only to follow with a sorrowful point,<b>“You will be given to me freely, and of your own will. You will remain an eternity’s sunset by my side. The world you know will be but the ash of dead fire.”</b>Was it the Fae’s way of comforting her? There was no comfort to the sound of enslavement, but the voice gave hints of sweet promise. As if the price itself was with reward.<br/><br/>From this distance both Alyss and Tormund could see the outline of mythril and dark green clothe entwined. And the outline of the Faerie Lord’s face became clearer with definition of a svelte frame and thin mystical features of the high cheeks and sharp brows. Ears daggered almost to the sides and the strands of hair stayed uniform in their cascade down the right side of his face. And even though the young woman could not notice much more the Silver Eyes fixated and drew her in.<br/><br/><b> “Do you submit to a Faerie’s promise brave little human?”</b>Was all he asked and the chirp of laughter daring against the restraint of a phantom presence was all that punctuated the moment.