You can discover what your enemy fears most by observing the means he uses to frighten you.
~ Eric Hoffer
Saturday, September 23rd ~ Fall Equinox
Whatever the mortals had used to block the portal, it was formidable. But not entirely perfect. To one such as Finvar, the tiny, almost impossible to detect flaws shouted their presence. It didn't make them any easier to enlarge, but it did enable him to locate the minuscule points. He'd worked almost daily on the task he'd set himself and was pleased that this day - the day the Winter Court's powers started their ascension, he'd made a difference. Not large enough yet to do what he wanted, but it was a beginning.
Returning to the palace, he looked for his Queen. Finvar was pleased and wanted to share the news with someone who would appreciate it properly.
To be matter of fact about the world is to blunder into fantasy
and dull fantasy at that--as the real world is strange and wonderful.
~ Robert A. Heinlein
Thursday, July 20th ~ Evening
Leaving Glen Hollow early left them time to visit Vera and possibly Roger before broaching the Fae camp. Izabel knew that they had already met them and was therefore a little anxious to find out firsthand what to expect. Looking up at Remus while they walked toward Vera's quarters, she smiled.
"Thank you for agreeing to this. I don't mind admitting I'm rather nervous and to be forewarned is forearmed, right?"
Facts versus romance
you go and call yourself the boss
but we're not robots inside a grid
Tuesday, July 18 • Morning
The second time Vera went to the faerie's camp, she came alone.
When Roger had said he was spending the day visiting his sister, and asked if she'd like to come along, something had moved Vera to tell him no.
Too much work to do, she'd said. Several figures had needed readjusting to match what the Queen had explained in their first meeting — and still nothing fit right.
There was something she wasn't seeing.
Not long after Vector had sat down at her desk, she was up again, gathering old charts and new to take down to the Queen.
Dark lady laughed and danced
And lit the candles one by one
Sunday, July 16 ~*~ Evening
One hardly knew what a dining establishment meant in a world such as this. Maev knew the mortals had progressed past mud-splattered hovels at last, but other than that, her expectations were moderate.
Rather than the excessively quaint or laughably pretentious restaurant she'd half expected — had she thought on the matter at length at all — Un Peu de Ciel was ... Near worthy of those it is serving tonight, the Queen noted as she entered on Finvar's arm.