Thread: A Cold Summer, A Warm Winter [darkangel76 x Chammy]

Caelyn suddenly felt warm, her skin heated as she looked up at the Winter Fae looming above. His shadowy gaze seemed to scrutinize her every detail, making her nervous as she stood there. Looking away, her blue eyes found those of the dark-eyed girl who'd been hoisted up for the bidding. She could see the fear etched in the lines of her pretty face. Oh how she hoped she was as strong as she appeared for she'd done her a great disservice. Only there was no way to right what had been done. Or... was there? Biting down on her lower lip, Caelyn dared to look up into the Winter Fae's face, his fine features stark against the bright light of the sky. Court me? she mumbled, her face feeling warmer. Just then, she reached up and touched her face, her fingertips all but burning as they made contact with her flushed skin. I... she stammered. I'm from the House of Conley, she then stated with a furrowed brow. Crinkling her nose, she felt her tummy tighten as an uneasy knot began to form. Caelyn looked over to the dark-haired girl once again, a tiny gasp bubbling its way up as she watched the bidding begin. The Winter Fae seemed almost maliciously delighted in her choice and it only served to make her feel worse. Oh how nave she was! She never should've come to the central isle! Glancing up at the sky, she wished she was back home in the Summer Realm, away from the chaos and the mayhem. Somehow, she had to set this right. Somehow she needed to make amends. As she listened to the bantering of bids, she knew what she needed to do. She needed to tend to these poor souls, to care for them since no one else would. It would be her new plight to look after them. She would visit them here on this central isle. Give them hope. Just then, Caelyn snapped out of her small reverie, her blonde head turning to look at the Winter Fae standing so close. He'd won the girl she'd chosen and the fear she felt for her rose. She would right this wrong just like she'd right everything else. She would ask to visit the poor creature. Perhaps if this Winter Fae trusted her judgment in choosing her, surely he'd grant her the permission to request her company at least once, if not twice. It was the least she could do for the poor soul who'd unknowingly entered their realm and now ended up where she had. Yes, Caelyn would see to that on the morrow. Good day, she said softly, curtsying low as the Winter Fae excused himself. Once out of sight, she hurried back to her Summer Realm, her mind frantic as she busied herself to send word to the Elves of the central isle that she wished to visit the humans held captive there. Perhaps while there, she'd encounter the Winter Fae once again. If so, she'd make her request known. She could only hope he'd grant it. The dark-haired girl waited in her cell, her heart pounding hard in her chest. Her skin was soaked with cold sweat as her nerves rose higher, threatening to swallow and consume. She felt sick, vile, like the world was about to end... or worse. Truly, things were not boding well. It was a gut feeling she couldn't shake since glancing over at the pale-faced man who'd locked eyes with her as he'd called out his bids. The grin on his face when all was said and done had said it all... that malevolence. There was nothing but hatred emanating from him, a blackness despite his fair features. Just then, the door opened and a black robed faerie was escorted in by an Elf. The dark-haired girl swallowed hard, her mouth dry as she looked into his eyes. Oh yes, her world had been turned upside down, forever altered. As fear welled up inside her, she set her jaw, not wanting this being to see just how frightened she was.