Litha Disappearances Investigation | backdated to last week

[hallapologies]

Who: Pel, Tal, Lancelot, and Heiji.
Where: Everywhere!
Summary:


Individual thread starters inside.

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[toilandendure]

"The bright lords and ladies may take a cribling from time to time," he ceded, even more surprised to hear that his court might be the root of the disturbance; but he clears himself of that with a small shake of the head.

This was something he should know. Something it'd be embarrasing not to know, should his lord ask it of him. He kissed his teeth and waved her to follow him. "Gonna go find a door, mh? Less scents to muddy a trail in the other realm, easy to find mortals in all the magic. Here? Trash grease gas sweat people people people birds trash stray cats smog--" He made a loose gesture with one hand, nose wrinkling.

[hallapologies]

To be fair, the Good Folk is a term used for either court among laypeople. The name isn't so much a label as an appeasement.

"Dead on. Next time you need my herbs, it's on me." That is murmured low for only his ears. No sense letting people think a drug deal is going on.

[toilandendure]

He flashed brightly white, faintly sharp teeth, and reached behind his neck, pulling up his ratty hood. "Cross your heart?" He inquired, clearly very pleased.

He set off at a long-legged pace, a swift walk just shy of a lope. "I know a door, closer the river, 'way from ready eyes. Now, when we go in, see, can't be all Corinthian brass as you're wont to, yeah? We come upon the bright, mind the manners proper to a point. If you're guest of mine, all you do reflects on me an' my lord."

[hallapologies]

"Oh."

Pel slows to a stop, chewing her lower lip.

"You might want to know, then. Before takin' me. I already stopped a fae from takin' a boy. Would that upset your lord?"

[toilandendure]

"Uh."

He didn't slow, but seemed to hunch over the thought, rubbing at his five-day stubble. "Don't know. Depends on who? My lord may not even know, see. Or might be one of his rivals in the court." Or it might be one of his allies; in which case Tal knew he should position himself well, act to curb aside mortal-realm meddlers.

Even those like Pel.

He grimaced and aimed for discretion. "I don't have any way of knowin'. Not without seein' who it is. And if it's a rival... I'll be doin' well by tellin' him. So."

He gave his head a shake. "On we go."

[hallapologies]

Pel swallows.

Closed Doors, at least, don't make her mark start glowing. Opening it will cause a problem. She puts her hands inside her hoodie and clenches her left hand into a fist.

[toilandendure]

He turned his head as he walked, looking over his shoulder at her, brow crumpling into small furrows. A hooked brow in her direction asked all it needed to, 'You alright?', but he'd never been a people person and certainly wouldn't press her clear discomfort.