He shrugged, smashing the vial and letting her blood spatter on the stones. "It's considered bad if I kept that. Since its not my blood." He explained, then shrugged. "I don't know. All I know is that you are half Night Fae. I know that. You know that. The High Lady of the Dawn Court knows it, too." He smirked lightly. "So."
Her hand tightened around her pendant for a moment, before what he said hit her. “Alina knows? How long has she known?” She shook her head, dragging a hand through her hair, which she had let down before coming out to test the sphere. “How is this possible?” She repeated, muttering the words to herself this time as she worked through the minor identity crisis. Another larger one would follow as soon as she was in private, for sure. She looked up at Jin, the cold emptiness gone and replaced by a flurry of emotions. “What-how is it that I’m just finding this out now? That nothing’s ever happened to clue me in?”
"I told her." Jin replied. "As for how you didn't know…i have no idea. Perhaps the human blood in you canceled out the normal tells?" He shrugged slightly. "Or perhaps things have happened to clue you in, but you ignored them or simply brushed them off as coincidence." His wavy black hair tumbled into his face slightly, the silver crown still atop his head. His eyes, the color of moonlight, flashed up to the sky, to the stars just beginning to shine and twinkle.
There’s been nothing, I don’t-“ A memory poked at the back of her mind, nothing solid but bone, and somebody yelling. She closed her eyes, trying to remember whatever it was she was supposed to be remembering. And then- “Once, I think. Forever ago. I didn’t pass it off, I just…blocked it out. It’s still hazy and-Kenathius, this is real, isn’t it?” A Night Faerie. She was one of the Fae, at least halfway. The exact people that never missed an opportunity to remind her that she was just human.
Jin nodded. "Ah. There are Fae who can help you unblock it, if you wish." He replied with a slight shrug. He chuckled and nodded. "Yes. This is real. You are one of the Night Fae. At least half so, anyway. The majority of my court may have a hard time accepting you, but that can be taken care of." He didn't look at her, silver eyes still fastened on the moon. He looked like something from a black and white photo; not a drop of color on his moonlit body.
"Wait-what? Your Court?" Miyaki blinked, furrowing her brows at him. "You say that like you're expecting me to leave with you, your Majesty." He couldn't seriously expect her to leave, could he? Just because she had found out she was one of the Night Fae didn't mean she was in any hurry to try and become one of them. If the Courts were bad, the general population was even worse, as they weren't bound by the same rules of false politeness and social etiquette.
Jin shrugged. "I had assumed you would want to come with me. Was my assumption incorrect?" He sighed. "Of course, we wont be leaving for a while yet." He shrugged, face still tipped up towards the moon. "And do not just dismiss me out of hand, miss Miyaki. You should learn a bit about the Night Court before you say no." He sat down on a bench.
"You can tell me all you want about the Night Court, but that won't change my mind." Miyaki was, if anything, incredibly stubborn when she wanted to be. And despite the fact that she very much didn't belong in the Dawn Court(the Fae made that obvious), it was the closest and only thing she had ever known to a home. She stayed where she was, following Jin's gaze to the moon for a moment, her gaze lingering a bit longer than originally planned before she returned to looking at Jin.
He hummed. "Mm. I'm sure." He replied, stretching. The Court of Dreams and Nightmares. He thought wryly. That was what his court was known as, at once both the most welcoming and the most terrifying of the courts. Split into factions. It had been for years. Likely always would be. That, however, wasn't common knowledge. Just the nickname was. "Because I'm sure you belong here, right? They make you feel welcomed and loved?" He shook his head. "They would tear you apart if it wasn't for Alina, and you know it."
"They could always try." They're doing a pretty good job of it now. Imagine how you'd fare without her protection? The voice in the back of her mind was one she wanted to ignore, no matter how right it really was. "You speak as though your Court would be much different. Would the Night Court welcome me, and show me this love you're referring to, High Lord? Or would I find myself in exactly the same situation, only in an unfamiliar land?" Without even the slight protection Alina has managed to give me when she can?
"My court cares nothing for blood, save that you must be of the Night. They only care for strength, whether real or seeming. Can you be strong?" He replied, tapping his hand on the bench for a moment. "They will not care that you are half human, nor that you are a changeling. But if you are weak, they will tear you apart as a wolf tears apart its dinner. Fast, cruel, and messy."
"That depends on what you mean by strong." She said, shrugging a shoulder and crossing her arms, something to do with them besides letting them hang. "But it doesn't matter either way. I have no intentions of leaving." The Court might not accept her, but there was a small handful of people who had. People she wasn't sure she would be able to find anywhere else. The markings on her face caught the rays of moonlight, shining much the same as the moon above them did.
"I mean can you stand for yourself and all you hold dear? Can you be the last vanguard against the safety of the known world? The last resort for when things go wrong? Can you stand in the face of the greatest evil you've ever known, and tell it to go fuck itself?" He chuckled softly at his last words, remembering the time he had done just that.
She furrowed her brows, tilting her head in confusion. "The first one is something I've been doing for as long as I can remember. The rest of those don't exactly sound like something someone encounters on a day to day basis. Is the evil you're referring to your own Court?" And how exactly would that convince me to return with you?
He shrugged, then shook his head. "My court isn't a great evil. Simply a great pain in the ass." He chuckled softly. "As for a day to day basis…well." he shrugged. "Besides. Just give us a chance. All I am asking for. Get to know Morrigan and I. Actually, on second thought, maybe don't get to know Morrigan, she's a bit strange." He chuckled.
"Strange people can be interesting." She said, growing quiet as she thought about his request. "Until the Solstice Ball. I'll learn about your Court, and the Night Fae, and you can try to convince me to return with you, without me being an…ass about it. But if I've yet to change my mind by then, you must accept that." She lifted her gaze from the cobblestone path to meet his eyes, while speaking the terms of her willingness to listen in a tone that had no room for change.
He met her eyes with a smirk. "Alright. That works." He replied. "Though lessons do not start tonight." He shook his head slightly. He wasn't going to give an explanation, as saying he was tired would be a lie and he couldn't say it, but so would any other reason. He just didn't feel like starting tonight. He would likely lose his patience and doom the entire thing.
"Good. I've got other things to go do." Miyaki said simply, tucking her hair behind her ear. The movement revealed the slightly pointed tips of her ears, something she'd just assumed happened to a changeling who lived this long in the Fae worlds. She turned, glancing up at the moon once more before starting down one of the cobblestone paths, needing someone without bias to talk to. Aster, maybe, or maybe Mika. As long as word didn't get to General Urei until she could handle the backlash of that.
Jin nodded. "If you have questions, you can come find me in my rooms." He replied. He turned, and walked back inside the palace, still looking as out of place as ever. A black and white image moving through a painting of color. Well. At least she agreed to give it a chance. That is all i could ask for. He went inside, wandering down the hallways aimlessly. He wasn't sure exactly where his rooms were, but he would find them. Eventually.
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Jin headed towards Miyaki's room. He had been told by a servant where they were. He had told her last night what she was, and tonight he would educate her on the ways of the Night Court. He realized that it was a bit strange going to a woman's room at night, but then again, he was a High Lord; no one cared. He knocked politely. He had enough self control and decency not to simply barge in unannounced. That would be extremely rude of him. Morrigan was nearby, he knew. She wouldn't let him do things like this alone. Not in a strange, unknown court.
It was late. And while Miyaki knew she should have probably been sleeping, she instead found herself sitting in the windowsill of the largest window in her quarters on the second floor of the West wing, half out the open window to watch the night sky. She had done the same thing last night, as well, as though somehow the sky would hold all the answers to her questions. It didn't, but the stars were pretty anyway.
A knock at her door caused her to turn slightly, tilting her head as she tucked a stray strand of hair that had come loose from the ponytail it was in behind her ear. She hadn't been expecting anyone, and Aster was usually working if he was up this late. "Come in!" She called, without pausing to think of changing out of the tiny shorts and thin tank top she usually slept in, or at least grabbing some sort of robe. A little too late now.
Jin opened the door, silver eyes flickering over her body, then up to her face. "Well. Interesting fashion choice, miss Miyaki." He said evenly, walking over to her. "I'm here for your first lesson about the Night Court and the Fae that inhabit it." He said with a smirking grin. "Now, shall i leave the room so you can change, or are you going to walk around the palace and gardens dressed like that?" His eyes flickered over her form again, and he tipped his head slightly. He himself was dressed in an elbow sleeved white shirt, with black slacks. There was a silver ring on his left hand.
"I wasn't aware I'd be going on any late night excursions, so I dressed for sleep and my quarters." Miyaki stated, her expression closing off a bit at just the sight of the High Lord. She didn't trust him much, that was obvious. Sliding out of the window sill, she stepped around him, motioning to the door. "I think I'm good like this. I've seen hired escorts walking the gardens during parties in less, so I'm sure this isn't the most scandalous thing these walls have faced. Why? Is there a problem?" The way she arched a brow was almost like a careful challenge, though not enough to be anything worth commenting on. No basis, after all.
"The escorts are typically for one thing only." His eyes flashed. "And unless I am very much mistaken, you are not that sort. Although if I'm mistaken, I'd be happy to hire you." He said in an almost purring tone. He smirked. "But no, there is no problem. Come along." He turned and started walking, with the air of a man who was used to getting what he wanted, and used to being obeyed. Which he was. The silver ring flashed, a moonstone set in it shining.