<strong>Cecily Cochran</strong><br/><br/><em>"Well I'll just give you a skirt then, or shorts. You always looked better in my shorts then I did, I hated that..."</em><br/><br/>Watching as Dawn stripped; Cecily couldn’t help but role her eyes. Anyone who looked that good naked was half nuts to hate the way anyone else looked. Then again, it was Dawn and Dawn was so unassuming she wouldn’t see what the slight flare of her hips looked like through the eyes of another. Cecily could appreciate it, however, just like she could appreciate the slim line of her own long legs, even if she was currently too thin and she didn’t have the sexy shape of her friend.<br/><br/>Cecily had never been modest and it didn’t matter who was in the room. Sure she was more comfortable in every facet in front of dawn, but she would have peeled the wet jeans down her legs anywhere that wouldn’t get her arrested. Running naked through the woods with her father’s entire court was something she’d done most of her life. The mortal world’s modest leanings were something her father’s people scoffed at. Not that Cecily had the urge to talk about her father or his people, not even when surrounded by this many Pure, and not even really to Dawn. Dawn had her own problems at the moment and Cecily was here to help her adjust and overcome them.<br/><br/>She stepped out of the jeans and tugged at the tee shirt, glamour made wearing such things much easier. She actually like her glamour and enjoyed the way she looked without the antlers or the amber glowing skin. She liked being normal for one in her life. Only, of course, it was her fate that normal would be short lived. Looking at dawn in the dark blue dress, perched on the end of the bed, Cecily tried to keep things normal … or as normal as she could with thoughts of ice cream and Dawn’s newfound love life while she pulled off her wet under garments.<br/><br/><em>"Well I told him to get a gallon so we are set. Mint chip and cookie dough. Only the best for you and me girl."</em><br/><br/>Cecily held back from pointing out that Dawn was avoiding one very important part of her questions. Not because she wouldn’t pry, but because she could see her friend trying to figure out exactly how to explain things. As she reached for the shorts, Cecily nearly laughed. She couldn’t imagine living ones entire life knowing nothing of the fae, then being thrust into their world. To the top of their world, quite literally … she imagined Dawn’s sex life was now quite the interesting thing in comparison to before.<br/><br/>The outfit Dawn had given her made Cecily grin. It was just a tad more girly than she might have chosen for herself, but it worked. She listened as Dawn finally began to explain and couldn’t help but grin at her friend. She knew the story well, just as she knew the displeasure of Dawn’s mother. The fondness of the memory made her grin as she stepped into the moss colored shorts.<br/><em><br/>"Gwydion is the first Pure I really got close to, actually the first one I met. Remember that story Mom hated me telling? About the guy with hair like flames in a Texas Walmart? That was him. He's a rockstar actually, leads the...um....The Between. He's the most modern of the...guard and maidens. The routine. And he's a friend. There's Connal, who apparently is suppose to be my soulmate but damn does he have opinions on who I am and should be. We fight, a lot and then there's....."</em><br/><br/>The rap on the door interrupted Dawn, which was fine. Though, Cecily’s brow rose when the Pure walked through. She might have grunted in annoyance, had she not seen the nervous look upon Dawn’s face. While not very modest Dawn had lived with the mortals long enough that having a man walking in while she was stark naked was slightly unnerving. Either way, she pulled the shorts up her long legs and wiggled them over her hips as he looked her over.<br/><br/>As the newcomer and Dawn spoke, Cecily snatched up the shirt and pulled it on. The peasant cut of the shirt hung loosely upon her skin. It was comfy, which meant she liked it. Now all she needed was some icecream. She also realized another thing she hated about living within her father’s grasp: the lack of privacy. The p<br/><br/><em>"Princess..."</em><br/><br/><em>"As much as I do enjoying watching Connal scowl and fume, you really should have let someone know you were inviting another Pure to visit.</em>"<br/><em><br/>"Oh dear...I hope he doesn't hack into a tree, they don't regrow here like they do in the Court."<br/><br/>"Roarke, meet Cecily, my best friend who I had no idea was a Pure. Turns out she had no idea I was one either. We've been friends since college in New York. Cecily this is Roarke my...."</em><br/><br/>While her tone was dry, perhaps even a bit annoyed, the twinkle of mischievousness in her eye gave the attitude away. It was hard, really, to be annoyed with much of anything or anyone when Dawn was okay. She’d spent entirely too much time worried about her friend that seeing her alive, well, and relatively unscathed made everything else seem small in comparison.<br/><br/>“Always a pleasure to be barged in upon while changing, Roarke.”<br/><br/>“Though, if you’ll give me for warning next time I’ll make sure Dawn and I put on a show.”<br/><br/><em>"Looks like we will be having company at dusk....I think you'll like the Wild Court King Ce..."</em><br/><br/>Immediately Cecily’s head snapped around and her eyes narrowed. Her father had never been fond of the King, but she was quite certain that he would have let the king of the Wild Court know that his daughter was missing and that he searched for her. She could handle handsome Satyrs and other such guards, but a Court King?<br/><br/>And furthermore, how did she explain to Dawn? And just what did she do now, as just walking out would be more than a bit curious and earn her the wrath of Dawn. Who was now, well, the deity she paid homage to? Or something like that, it had been so long … Cecily had been so removed, she wasn’t even sure how the politics even worked. Except that her father had loathed with Wild Court king.<br/><br/>She only hoped Dawn wouldn't see the flash of fear in her eyes as she croaked out the quest.<br/><br/>"The Wild Court King?"