The needed visit. - Cahir.

[Emilia]

Boarding the luxurious ship while being accompanied by her family, of course if she really wanted to go by herself, she could just simply fly there but royalty was due for a visit there. Thus why, the whole family was coming along. To power the ship, they didn’t used gas or coal. they’d used their own kind of course! Hydrokinesis, the ability to control/ manipulate water. Faerie’s with this ability will always be employed with the royalty family. They move the ships for trade and traveling in exchange for a hefty paycheck.

“Queen Emilia Cerridwen Freya, It’s safe for you to walk onto the cubierta now.” a voice called through the metal door. Emilia laid on her side on her bed, sighing. Her guards and royal attendants would call her that name even though she’s told them multiple times not to.

“Alright.” her voice carried through the air like a feather does when it falls. Emilia took her grand time getting up from her nice comfortable bed. Her feet touched the cold floor, she endured the coldness for a moment before her feet had become used to it, she got up and walked to her cherry wood vanity and sat down. Her arms reached for her horse hair brush and started to brush the tangles out of her long hair. Emilia normally wore it down in a casual way. She thought if she wore it in some fancy way, her people wouldn’t think she actually cared about them. Once down she placed the brush into a drawer. She took a nice long look at herself in the mirror. Not because she was vain, but because she was worried of what was to become of her… Her mother was a fearless leader. Emilia was scared she wouldn’t live up to her mother. Her eyes locked with her own in the mirror before darting to the picture of her mother, herself and her two sisters when she was younger. Immediately her eyes came to tears. Her hand reached out to grab the picture frame but her hand froze and only her fingers could brush over her mothers face

“I know… it was immature of me to avenge you and Marcia… but I wasn’t just going to sit around and let them get away.” she whispered as her blue eyes looked toward the ground with almost disappointment in herself. Emilia retracted her hand, got up and moved away from the vanity. Closing her eyes and shaking the sad memories away.

“Emilia, Dear is everything alright?” her father called from behind the metal door.

Emilia opened the door, her father had glassy green eyes and wispy sandy hair was very short, shorter then usual. “did you happen to get a haircut?” she asked as she looked slowly at him. He nodded and preceded to move out the her way so she would walk out on to the deck. She stepped out of her room and without delay turned right and started walking with her father following close behind.

” Oh Emilia! I must have a talk with you!” he spoke. Continuing to walk she turned her head and looked at him.

“Yes daddy?” she spoke sweetly.

“Well, I feel like you should be looking for someone-”

“Damn it all! Did the cook quit again?! I’m telling you, Bodua needs to stop being do damn picky about the food he’ll eat and wont eat!”

“No, I mean When a woman and a man love each other very much, they get married and then and ONLY THEN they will have sexual intercourse…” a pause “WHAT I REALLY MEAN is I think you should be looking for a man.. OR woman.. Which ever you prefer I wont judge because you are getting older now and I think it’s about time you start… you know… finding love and getting married which would lead to sexual intercourse and thus, leads to children and you know how much I love children…” he explained.

Emilia stopped dead in her tracks. “are you seriously talking to me about this right now?! Like seriously? There’s a potential war! I don’t want my children to grow up during a war!” she snapped.

“Sweetie, Having children would relax your mind for a bit, and with a big strong man behind you, Being queen would become easier.”

“I haven’t had a problem yet while being queen.”

“Hunny… The world can only go downhill from now on… you’ll need the love and support of a man…”

“Maybe your right…” Emilia looked towards the ground unsure of herself and her abilities to be a strong enough queen for the was to come.

“Excellent! Because I’ve already sent an add out to all the faerie people about how I was looking for a suitor for my little pumpkin” he said excitedly as he pinched her cheeks.

Emilia slapped her forehead and decided to ignore her crazy loving father for the rest of the trip. She continued her way toward the front deck of the ship where she leaned on the railing and looked out to sea. It was a beautiful sight, actually it was breath taking. She stayed there in that spot for hours on end just looking out to sea. The sun started to set, actually, it had been setting for over 5 hours now. Due to the fact they were going ‘back in time’ they stayed with the sunset almost the entire way there. Also because they had so many faerie who had the ability of Hydrokinesis this trip would only take six to eight hours. Which was good, because her younger sister was become to become impatient with the ride there.

Soon enough, The royal family docked in Buenos Aires, Argentina to where there was a large crowd of faeries to greet them. Most of the family was taken to the royal palace here, but Emilia, she had other plans.

With her light blue cloak over her, and the hood upon her head to hopefully hide her identity, she snuck away to the market to see how the people were really doing. They weren’t doing as bad as she thought they were. They were doing actually very well, a little crime here and there but nothing like a massacre or anything… Her eyes took notice of a pretty necklace at a stand. Strolling on over there she examined it closer.

“That would look dazzling on you ma’am” he said.

She nodded politely. ” It is very pretty” she stated.

“How about if you got on a date with me I’ll give it to you for free?” he said smudged

“Sorry, I’m married” she lied. She didn’t like lying but then again it did come in handy in stick situations like this.

“You’re lying! You are not wearing a wedding ring!” he outburst as he grabbed her close.

Queen Emilia could have easily gotten out of this situation.. But in the market.. She was not Queen Emilia.. She was Emilia a common market girl… She struggled to get out of his grip

“Very recently married!” she yelled at the man still struggling to get out of his grip. She did what any ‘defenseless’ girl would do in a situation like this… she’d scream for help. Which she did… but would any one even come to her rescue?

[Cahir Findley]

Wanderer...

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If he was going to be honest with himself, Cahir had absolutely no clue why he had come to Argentina. It wasn't because he was particularly interested in the landscape. He had, of course, seen it dozens of times before. It was hot, and humid, a far cry from the much more temperate and mild climate of his home. In that regard, he didn't particularly enjoy it. He could acclimatize himself to such climates, of course, almost easily, but it didn't change the fact that it wasn't home. For that matter, not much of the world was home, but Argentina, to him, felt less homely to him than most other places. He had never, truthfully, been able to be sure quite why this was, only that it was so. Even the fact that it was one of the last few safe havens for fae such as himself failed to raise his opinion of the place, more than a little, at least. He had never really been one to bother with this 'safety' that others so espoused. It got in the way of his lifestyle. He was a wanderer, not ever really happy unless his feet were on the road, or if the air bore him to where he sought to go. Demons, vampires, werewolves... He paid them no mind. In fact, he stayed far away from most populated areas.

Maybe it was the crowds, he thought with a sigh. They were everywhere in Buenos Aires. At times, it reminded him of how the world had been, the hustle and bustle in the markets. One had to stop and look around to notice that it was significantly more...empty. The people that traveled through the markets were not all humans. The mortals had gone into hiding, it seemed, those, at least, that were not being used as cattle by the vampires. The ones that remained 'free' did so in name only, for they were constantly being hunted, always looking over their shoulders. No, the people in the market were mostly human, with a smattering of Fae. Given that the birthrate among the Fae was only a fraction of that of the humans, even considering their extended life span, the crowd in the market was thin, sparse, but there was still laughter and yelling in the air. Not for the first time, he turned to the side and offered a soft apology as he brushed against yet another person in the crowd, his murky green eyes falling to the ground. Out of the corner of his vision, he could see the faint glow of numerous glamours. Even in public, they didn't really trust the humans. A shame...

A raised voice caught his attention, and he turned to look, his eyes flashing brilliant green momentarily. A trinket salesman had seemingly accosted a young woman. Even among the market... He sighed. None of the others seemed to be paying much attention, or even ignoring her. It was a road with a bad ending, that much he knew. She... He checked again, his eyes losing their murkiness as he opened his real eyes. She was Fae, and could easily have escaped his attentions, but perhaps she didn't want to make a scene? It made sense. Trust was hard to come by... He slipped back into the press of the crowd, emerging seconds later next to the pair.

He had heard the earlier part of the conversation, and as he stepped out of the crowd, he assumed a weary expression, his eyes dark. "Dear? Are you...?" He paused, pretending to take notice of the situation. Then, with a hand, he grabbed the wrist of the salesman, bending it back. "Get your hands off of her, bastard." he spat, gently taking the woman's shoulders and guiding her back. "And stay away from my wife" He added over his shoulder as he steered the woman back into the crowd. Not far though, and his hands were soft, not really applying any pressure. Soon, he had found a small niche, with a canopied table. He let go, then, and stepped back, a soft smile coming onto his face as he bowed to her. He knew the face, now that he thought back. "May I say, madam...you do look like your mother..."
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[Emilia]

A man came up, he was fae, well he had to have been seeing as this was fae country and no other races were allowed to enter. Emilia struggled slightly but this man had come to her rescue! bending the salesman wrist back forcing the horrible salesman to let go of her wrist. The man spat something at the salesman then continued to take Emilia softly by the shoulder and guided her away. Mentally, Emilia high-five herself in her mind. Which if she did in the real world she’d probably get weird stares at herself. Being lost in her train of thought about how silly it would be if she high-fived her self for not causing a scene. Not realizing where he was leading her too. “May I say, madam… you do look like your mother” he said. She was pulled back to reality to see him bowing. Her hand reached under his chin and she lifted his chin up with her finger, gesturing for him not to bow. “There is no need to bow, and yes so I‘m told..” her soft voice paused. “ Thank you for saving me from making a giant scene.” she spoke again as she nodded in thanks.

Emilia stared at him, not intensely like she was trying to figure him out but in a kinder manner. Not like she was checking him out sure he was attractive enough but he seemed to have been around when Emilia’s mother ruled over the fae. He had to have been at least over 400 year old. Meaning he probably remembered the assassination of her mother and sister. She wasn’t going to bring that up though, that was quite the sensitive topic for her, it was the day she was forced to become queen. Her train of thought was killed again when she was pulled to reality when she realized she was staring at him and probably creeping him out. “I should probably be heading back soon… Everyone is probably getting worried.” she said softly. She new in her heart she should give thanks to the man… but don’t know exactly how.

A moment past before her mind was struck with an idea. “ how would you like to the palace and have dinner as of thanks for saving me!” she said excitedly hoping he’d agree and join her. “you simply must! The food is delicious!” the excitement growing in her voice more and more as she thought of it. Her thoughts trailed to her guard who was probably freaking out about how she’s missing. “ do you have a job? Because if you don’t I could offer you one! I think you would be good for it. By your body structure and the way you saved me. I just know you’d be perfect for the job!” she paused. “ Of course you’d have to talk to the head guard. But I think she’d like you. “

[Cahir Findley]

Wanderer...

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He stood up, a grin spreading across his face. He had hoped, really, that she would not be a strict, hard person, and fortunately, she didn't seem too uptight. That was unusual for royalty, he had to say. Most of them were caught up in their power, and used it with more recklessness. From what he had heard and seen of this queen, she was much more interested in her people than the power that her position granted her. She hadn't started staging attacks against the demons, which was probably a good decision. That was a straight line to self-destruction, and there were few enough Fae in the world that war was the last thing that they needed. As for why this queen was wandering around by herself, pretending to be normal... He couldn't really say, but maybe even royalty wanted to feel normal sometimes. It was understandable, really. After being doted on every single minute of her life, he would have been anxious for any freedom he could get in her position. Then again, he had always wandered, everywhere, boundless. Being confined to one place was simply not something that he could fathom.

Cahir had never really thought of it that way before, but he pitied this woman. Her entire life seemed to be regulated. Even though she was the queen, it was curious to him. She was the ruler, was she not? It seemed that more often than not, the rule eventually overcame the ruler, and the ruler would become little more than a name. A figurehead, so to speak. He was happy to see the queen out and about like this, because it meant that she thought about the rules. At the same time, she didn't always follow all of them. He had heard that much from word of mouth. It made her better, in his mind. Still, she was staring at him, almost a little too intently... "It was nothing, I assure you. Men like that one are sadly a bit too common, even here. As for a giant scene, I'm sure that nobody in the area would have enjoyed it. I am a quiet person at most times, and having the entire royal guard descend into the marketplace for one horny salesman, if you'll pardon my language, ma'am."

The invitation caught him by surprise, and he blinked. That was a new experience to him, really. He didn't socialize with royalty. He wandered. That was all he did. He spoke to those he encountered, and people with this woman's stature were few and far between, especially in the darker parts of the world. The sad part was that those dark parts happened to be the places he spent most of his time. The world was a large place, but the safe parts of it were constantly struggling to keep their foothold. In that regard, he appreciated what this woman had done as queen. "As for the job, I don't have one, but..." He frowned slightly. "I think I'm happier as a wanderer. It just...suits me more, if you know what I mean." He smiled softly, holding out the crook of his arm in a gallant manner. "As for this head guard...her name wouldn't happen to be Leigh, would it?...If so, then we've met, by a funny enough coincidence..."

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[Emilia]

Emilia laughed to herself softly. “You probably are curious as to why, the Faerie queen is wondering the streets” her soft voice echoed through the air. She took a step towards the crowded streets and smiled. “Faerie historians have labeled me the second best Queen there have ever been.” she paused before looking up at the sky. “The first was my mother, and I want to make her proud.” tears came to her eyes but she shook them away before turning back to him and smiling. “I’d say I’m doing a good job” a laugh came from her voice as she brushed her soft brown hair behind her ears. She normally did that when she was nervous or spilling the beans. The nervous feeling in her stomach wasn’t there which was good. Normally when Emilia got nervous she’d throw up.

Normally, Royalty wouldn’t run off and do this kind of thing; but Emilia was different. She was more worried about her people then herself. Sometimes it was good but when she was caught, she was punished by her father. Normally, he’d just ground her. Which wasn’t bad all the time; but a ruler should just be more then someone that is rarely seen as she normally is by the world. She is normally in the streets when she’s the only one home, trying to figure out what she could do better for her people and for her countries. She know’s not all the faerie’s of the world are protected by her. She is only able to protect those that are within her countries borders. Good thing she plans to expand to south Korea or the Chile, she hasn’t decided yet which one. “I must thank you again for that.” she laughed softly at his language, hinting that it was quite alright.

As he denied her job offer her smile fell from her face and a sad look over came her face; but she understood his reasoning. Some people were born to work and some people were born to wander helping little by little where it was needed. For this, she respected him. Emilia knew wanderer’s had to wander and everyone else had to work. She was slightly jealous of this. She’s always wanted to see the world, but she’d be unable to. The minute she’d go nowhere near her countries the demon overlord would make an intense attack on the faeries and she had to be there to protect her kin. She’s lucky the demon hadn’t set an attack on her kin yet… and she’d like to keep it that way. Emilia smiled at him, pulling her hood up over her head before resting her hand on the crook of his arm. “Why yes, that is her names… you two have met before? May I ask how?” her curiosity was taking over as she started to guide him towards her castle. A few minutes of walking and it came in to view. A gigantic elaborately designed palace, all white with accents of whitish blues. It was magnificent looking, but the outside was nothing compared to the inside.

Emilia guided him up the staircase to get in the front door, the doors automatically opened by two butlers and happily greeted them. The inside was even more beautiful than the outside. The walls were white marble and had accents of gold. Once you walk in there was a gigantic hall and at the end of it was a large staircase that led to two staircases going opposite ways there was a platform before there was another set of staircases that went towards each other and then connected at the top and then another set of staircases that when apart and finally reached the second level. The railings were gold and the stairs were made of white marble. Emilia guided him down the hall and then proceeded to turn left towards the dining room. “I brought a friend for dinner!” she announced as the servants were bringing the plates and silverware out to set the table for dinner. She looked at him and laughed at herself. “Pardon my rudeness, but I never got your name.”

[Cahir Findley]

Wanderer...

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Cahir could understand her wanting to make her mother proud. It was an understandable goal, especially so, given her mother's status and popular support. Not many rulers had been as well beloved as Emilia's mother, and most never even came close. As it was, he felt that she was still, perhaps, riding partially on her mother's name. It was a good starting position, but eventually, she'd have to take her first steps on her own. Only then would the world be able to judge her truly for who she was, and not based off of their opinion of her mother. That was a worthy goal indeed. She was right, though. She was doing a good job. Much better than many had predicted, given her apparent youth and lack of experience. There was more to it than that, but it was the basis. He couldn't miss the nervousness in her laugh, though. His face softened slightly, and the timbre of his voice grew gentler. "You have done more than most thought possible, ma'am. That counts for a lot, whether you realize it or not. You have a long rule ahead, and you have already proven yourself capable. Barring fatal complications..." He smiled. "I'm sure you'll do fine."

Guilt brushed Cahir's face momentarily at her saddened expression, but he knew that it was the truth. He couldn't stop. He had tried before, several times. Fate always set something before his feet, and they always stepped forward. He had spent more time walking than anything else in his life. Everything else took a back seat to it. There was no getting around that fact. Defending himself might come in second, especially after the Morrigan's War. Most places were no longer safe for an individual to wander. Caution guided his steps, and paranoia often haunted him at night. "Leigh? I ran into her in China... She mentioned that she guarded an 'Em', which I assumed was you. I suppose I was right in that regard."

His voice cut off as he looked up at the palace, his legs losing some of their assuredness. This was too elaborate, to gaudy, too...everything, really. He would not be comfortable in such a place. Still, she had invited him, so he didn't have much choice, if he thought about it. With a sigh, he took a deep breath, and followed her up the staircase and through the main door. He narrowed his gaze consciously, trying not to be overwhelmed by the sheer wealth in every square inch of the palace. He followed her, almost meekly, down the hall, then up the stairs and to the left. Her question, however, made him pause and look up at her, emerald eyes wide and surprised. It was true, he had known her name, for obvious reasons, but he had simply never told her his name. "Cahir..." He said quietly. "Cahir Findley..."


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Emilia grinned at hearing how Cahir and Leigh met while in China. It was good to know her best friend since she was little was making other friends besides herself. friends are very important in life, especially when you are royality, or work for the royalty. With this crazy hard jobm people need a friend or two to get through the day. Growing up, Emila never really had any friends when growing up besides Leigh, being royalty, people only wanted to use you for your money or for your position. Emilia's only friends were mainly lord's, woman normally didn't like her because since she was a butterfly faerie, she's one of prettiest faerie's around and the girls get jealous of her looks and personality and how all the guys seemed to want to be friends with her more than them. Leigh was the only female friend she actually had.

"Cahir Findley" she repeated to herself and nodded. "I like your name" she said smiling. she brushed her hair out of her face. she took her cloak off and tossed it to the right, a servant caught it and walked away. "So, If you feel uncomfortable here, just tell me. you dont have to stay for dinner if you dont want too. I know most people feel uncomfortable here which is why I rarely have people come over." she explained cheerfully, Of course she hoped he was fine with it, but she'd always offer that to someone she met on the street, most of the time when she offer that, they'd take the offer and leave. which always saddened her because then she'd never hear from them again.

Emilia looked at Cahir and smiled. "but if you decide to stay, just make yourself at home. I believe dinner will be ready soon. "

words: pff idk.  tags: Cahir.  muse: none -.-.  notes: it sucks i know.

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