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Red Iris Charming
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“Yeah that’s not happening.” Casey replies frankly. “Even if your hive partners managed to steal it, we could just ransom you for it back.”
“Really?” Kol asks.
The binder shrugs. “That’s how a fair amount of fey thefts get handled. There’s a whole legal system built around exchanges like that. They enjoy the drama and intrigue around it.”
“Huh.”
“Yeah, I mean they always treat hostages like a guests, so it’s acceptable, if maybe a bit rude. It’s why, in the old days, so many mortals would get spirited off to live in the feywild.”
Kol cocks an eyebrow and shakes his head. “I guess that makes sense. Still, it’s weird.”
“No argument here.” She turns back to the changeling and glares. “So what do you think? One way or another, someone’s gonna get on that boat. It was a seer’s prophecy.”
“A seer?” Gaybe looks up, suddenly interested. “We could be in a prophecy?” There’s a buzzing sound, as though someone was going “hmmm” into a broken speaker.
“Fey sing of prophecies… might make hive famous… okay, Gaybe help! Others though… maybe not? Have to talk to them.” The changeling buzzes.
“Where are they?” Casey asks.
“One went to harbor and look for big, selkie lover of mouse boy.”
“Ah shit, of course he would.” Kol groans.
“Other go find smart bird what live on big hill.”
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