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Not long after Edel appeared in the room, another figure walked in, this one tall and wearing long, flowing, regal robes made of a fine black cloth. He had a white-gold tiara of sorts on his head as a crown, and looked human enough (as well as hypnotically handsome with his smooth, chiseled face, sea green eyes, and flowing light blonde hair that went past his pointed ears). He had an almost overwhelmingly strong magical aura emanating from him, but there was a slightly disgruntled look on his face. The source was a small sticker on his robes that read:

Feranes looked from his sticker to Edel, and nodded politely. "Yes, they did. They told me it was important because my people do not interact with mortals. I wanted to say that I could simply tell my own name, but..."

He shrugged his shoulders in a slight movement and looked back to Edel. "Ah. It has been quite some time since I have seen a mortal with magical aptitude, milady," he said.

Feranes nodded. "It does seem to be somewhat rare, I will admit, for mortalkind to possess magisters. It was far more common in my youth when I would interact with humanity more often," he said. "Feranes, King of the Fey. It is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Condulmer," he said, and he gave her his own bow and a slight smile. The sort of little smile that could make a hormonal teenage girl outright faint if they were lusting for him.

At this, Feranes' face became clouded. The last time he had encountered humanity in any meaningful capacity was in his home universe. But before that... It was when he had been terrorizing them thousands of years before as Taros, the Scourge of the World.

"The last time, where I come from, was a few years ago by my count. But before that... Well, I have lived for a long time," he said softly, and he was completely oblivious to her attempt at a flirty smile.

"The fifteenth century. For you mortals, that is quite the lifespan. I too do not remember precisely when I was born, but I know I have existed for tens of thousands of years. Quite a long time indeed," Feranes said, again not noticing Edel's flirtatiousness. "Time is nothing more than an illusion to my kind, truly."

"God, it smells like old people and grossness in here," a voice grunted, almost muffled from under the shadowy folds of a hooded robe. The robed figure limped into the room, his belts full of pouches and his oaken staff all fitting his image together quite nicely; the only thing out of place was the odd nametag sticker on his chest. It read, "Hello, My Name Is..." neatly printed in white lettering across a red border, and then in the white space beneath, a crudely scribbled, barely legible "Samuel" had been scrawled across in black sharpie. "The only thing missing is a bowl full of hard candy, and we'd have a freakin' retirement home." He chuckled to himself, stepping forward and glancing between the two, silent for a moment. Then he laughed, and held up a hand, waving it back and forth as if that would void his words. "Nah, I'm just kidding. I just overheard you guys bragging about how old you were- kind of weird, y'know? But I figured if there's anyone who can appreciate an old people joke, it'd be old people." The hood lifted only enough for the two to see a smirking mouth on a smooth-skinned chin. The voice was definitely masculine, but the thin, almost frail figure beneath the hood didn't particularly define itself towards one gender or the other. Samuel was a generally masculine name, though, so two out of three pointed to the hooded figure being a male.

Edel had given Feranes her undivided attention. But when the words "old people and grossness" hit her ears...Feranes was the last thing on her mind. Her eyes widened, and her black orbs shrank a bit at the sound ripped through her ears. She turned her head towards the offender and stared at him as he entered. Physically, the only sign given that she was furious was in her eyes. Her posture relaxed as much as it could be, though her hands were now squeezing the sides of her dress. Her expression was unchanged, but her eyes were practically blazing.

She may have openly bragged that she was from the fifteenth century...but she was still a lady. You do NOT call a woman old.

As the man spoke, and it was clear that he was joking, the death glare she had been giving him subsided. She crossed her arms, gripping the sides of her arms, and pouted a dark bottom lip. "Perhaps...though some may still be sensitive to being called "old" right off the bat. Not a very successful first impression..." she began, then flicked her eyes from what could be seen of his face to his name tag. "...Samuel. Hm." It had been a while since she had heard the name Samuel. Usually it was "Sam" or "Sammy".


Edel turned her attention away from the cloaked man when the woman walked up to them. There was definitely a contrast in style between herself and the other woman...but then again she was probably one of the few women left who wore Victorian styled dresses on a daily basis.

Edel's eyes moved to the woman's name tag, read over it, then smirked a bit to herself. It was...cute. She may not have been out of her home in quite some time...but the last time she had met with the Queen of England, she looked quite different than this.

...At least the last couple of Queens.

...she was old in the human sense, wasn't she?