It was evening and the moon had cast her full glow onto the ground. The iron and bitter smell of blood hit the nose of the nymph and she faltered, footseps slowing as she rounded a copse of trees. In a clear, moonlit clearing came into her vision a dark and beautiful sight. At once several things hit her senses. The smell of blood had now mixed with roses of the same hue but a much different aroma. They and the thing in color which they resembled were both dark like shadows dripping from the pale body that was flayed and pierced by their thorns. Caer'tais's breath caught immediately in her throat. It was at once ghastly and gorgeous.<br/><br/>Tender hands grasped the side of a great tree as she watched the figure closely. Indeed he was Fae. He was caught between the worlds as she. And as her eyes honed on his chest she saw a weak rising and fall of breath as one in deep slumber. Her thoughts coalesced into a great big mass of indecision as if she too were caught in the thorny throes. Full lips parted in an eloquent yet silent sigh as she let loose the life preserver that was that tree and moved forward cautiously. This could be demon or angel. Seelie or Unseelie. Phantom or spirit. Bared feet fell lightly upon the soft grasses that had grown in strength from the life blood of the entity that drained out to feed it. This was a wicked land.<br/><br/>Not only was his shallow breathing an indication of life but in some places there was a fresh sanguine dew drop bleeding of that flesh and so she called the rain to cleanse. Her arms moved above her head and she spoke one word silently from peach tiers and then a soft and warm rain began to fall, cleansing him of his bruised and bloodied flesh. Soft eyes watched as the rain blended with the blood until it ran red, then pink, then clear. Her face was expressionless as he was still caught in the briars and spell.<br/><br/>Caer'tais moved gently and quietly to the bound figure and opened his mouth. Warm and sweet droplets of rain began to coat his dry mouth and hydrate him inside and out as she watched, hands tracing down further. Someone of great power had chosen to bind him in this way. Someone of great power felt him to be a threat. It would be her job to question him upon waking, in those bonds, and to decide if he should be released from them as her pale hands drifted past his thighs to his calves, bypassing the vines with their wicked thorns.<br/><br/>"You may wake now," she said as gently in a voice as the rain that was falling in thick, impregnated drops from the edges of leaves onto his ears as one.