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Qûs'ÿltn looks surprised, then grins. "We still have to expose Rosalind's treachery and clear your name with the general populace, don't we?"

"Oh, yes," Farah agreed. "Of course." She turned to look at Saul. "They all hate me, don't they?"

Saul hesitated, giving Farah the answer she needed. Finally, he sighed and replied, "Everyone but Ben and Rose."

"Hmm! Lovely," she muttered.

Qûs'ÿltn chuckles. "Well, let's get to it, shall we? A lot of revenge plans to foil, a lot of people to possibly kill. . . a day in the life, I suppose."

"Indeed," Saul chimed in, hugging Farah closer.

She laughed and shook her head. "I don't know why I thought it would be a good idea to introduce the two of you," she muttered, but she was smiling all the while.

"Because I wasn't going to leave you alone 'til everything was fixed?" Qûs'ÿltn snorts.

Farah rolled her eyes. "Sure."

"Or do you regret it because of how well we might get along?" Saul asked with a mischievous grin.

Farah's eyes widened. "No–!"

Qûs'ÿltn grins at Saul, then looks at Farah, a mischevious glint in his eyes. "Yeah, you better be careful Farah. If me and Saul ever get started, we're not going to stop."

Farah's eyes widened. "Oh gods, please don't!"

Saul chuckled and nuzzled his nose into her cheek. "Too late!"

"Indeed." Qûs'ÿltn chuckles.

Farah rolled her eyes for what seemed like the millionth time that day. "Could we just go?" she asked, shaking her head. "Either back to my cottage or out to find Rosalind. I don't care which."

Qûs'ÿltn snorts. "I'd like to find Rosalind. I'm getting bored out here."

Farah shook her head. "Alright… let's keep going then."

Qûs'ÿltn grins. "Good."

He does a flip into the above branches, and after that he's not seen or heard 'til they reach the edge of the forest, where he's quietly carving a branch he'd found. Before Farah and Saul could see what he was carving, he put it away. "Took you guys long enough."

Farah had her head resting on Saul's shoulder and a satisfied smile on her face. "Yes, well… we had to catch up."

"Eleven years worth of catching up," Saul teased, bumping his hip against hers with a playful grin.

Qûs'ÿltn chuckles. "Yada yada yada."

"So I scouted ahead a bit. It seems someone caught wind of the mgic and decided to, y'know, summon something to deal wit it." he grins, pointing in the distance.

Farah straightened and stepped forward and out of Saul's embrace. "What is that?" she murmured, her eyes glowing silver-blue.

"I don't think we'll need to go that far to find who we're looking for. Seeing as how she seems to be gathering her own personal army to deal with us." Qûs'ÿltn laughs.

Farah inhaled sharply, and she felt Saul slip his hand into hers.

"Hey," he mumbled in her ear. "It'll be alright."

The fairy nodded in response. "I have to handle her. We've both been waiting for this."

Qûs'ÿltn looks back. "We ready to do this?"

Farah looked over at him and nodded, holding her chin high. Just like she'd been taught. "Yes. I'm ready. Are you?" A glint of mischief flashed through her eyes.

Qûs'ÿltn chuckles. "Love, I was born ready. Although, I'm going to call in a favor from a Fae King I met a while back. . ."

He pulls out a small silver bell, and rings it. Immediately, mist starts coalescing into the shape of a tall, white shrouded figure. It looks at the Faeries in amusement.

"Farah Dowling. Saul Silva. A pleasure to see you again." Argentum laughs, his tone rich but cold.

Qûs'ÿltn chuckles. "Yeah, yeah, skip the pleasantries, old man. We have a Rosalind here trying to kill Farah."

Argentum taps his chin thoughtfully, then turns to Farah. "So. You've finally forgiven yourself, like I told you?"

(Saul isn't a fairy, he's a human who is a Specialist.)

Farah dipped her head in greeting, but she frowned slightly. "Having forgiven myself and allowing myself to access my magic again are two very different things." She raised her palm and created a spurt of fire above her skin for a brief moment before putting it out. "But yes, I've reconnected myself to magic."

(Ah. . . forgive me my error!)

Argentum manages to look disgruntled, despite having no visible face. "Farah, for the love of Cor, listen to my advice. I may not be of the Seelie or Unseelie directly, but I have knowledge of both courts and what this sort of emotion does."

Qûs'ÿltn waves a hand. "Okay, okay. Argentum, trust me, I've argued with her. There's no way you'll win this, even if you are a Fae King."

(No, you're totally good!)

Farah smirked up at Argentum. "And you know that I am neither Seelie nor Unseelie as well," she remarked, grinning knowingly. "He knows," she added, sparing a glance at Qûs'ÿltn. "This isn't the first time we've argued."

Argentum snorts. "Yes, but you have an ancestral link to the Seelie. I think that, in itself, makes you Seelie. No matter how much you want to rid yourself of your blood, it never works."

He sounds bitter, then mutters something about the pointlessness of it all.

Qûs'ÿltn shrugs. "I have no clue what's happening. But okay."

He turns to face the army once more, pulling Argentum with him. "See that? All the way in the distance? That's what we're fighting."

Argentum's face turns grave. "We're fucked."