<span style="font-family:Happy Monkey">Her eyes shifted slyly towards her companion, a faint smirk tugging at a single corner of her lips. Ki'lur on the other hand, didn't seem as amused. He stood up straighter, almost as if someone had stuck a stick up his ass to prop him up. He gave a soft, almost dismissive snort towards King before he returned his focus back to Jen. He gestured her forward with a graceful sweep of his arm, dark robes shifting like water with his movements. <br/>
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"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#006666">Queen Mab awaits, my dear</span>."<br/>
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Without saying a word, she gestured gracefully with both hands. The large, grand double doors with their elborate carvings were shoved aside by her Magick with such force that they slammed against the walls, echoing off of them like thunder. Violet hued flames danced along their gilded surface. Jen's footsteps were quick, determined, and just a tad pissed off as she led the way down the main foyer. She was done playing their games already. She marched straight through the widen open door of the library, barely glancing at the floor to ceiling shelves littered with dusty tomes of ancient Magicks. She would love to get her hands on them, spend weeks here reading their pages, but it was not permitted for one not of their kind. With a soft huff, she continued forward, moving briskly so that the guards behind them had to practically run to keep up. </span>