Bitter Brews and Bitter Memories
3rd of January 2007 A.D.
"I think this is something Dad might be able to help with. If nothing else no one would doubt his honesty or good will."
"The Faerie folk have little love of the White God who took from them the tithe of bread, honey and blood," Tiffany offers, flipping her hair a little dramatically, a challenge if you have ever seen one.
"I'm not looking for hugs, I'm looking for trust," you point out mildly.
"That is a very wintry sentiment, sure to raise their hackles." Her face lights up, or better to say it lights up more, there is always a subtle glow about Tiffany MacNeil, an ethereal limelight that casts her in the most flattering light no matter where she stands or what she's doing. You try not to feel put upon over scoring 'icy cold' instead. "That is how you should think about them, cats, easily amused, easily bored and all too willing to scratch you to tatters if you tread on their tail."
So saying she reaches for her purse, much to yours and Harry's surprise. "What? I live in these narrow circles as well. I'd rather they did not get renovated into tentacles and mouths. Unless of course you do not want the company—" she trails off looking to you for an answer.
"Oh sure, you can come," you nod.
"I thought you said... Never mind," Harry sighs and and you hear something that sounds suspiciously like 'women' muttered under his breath, but you'll just ignore that.
***
A holy knight, a former demon and one of the Elxalted meet mover hot chocolate in a Starbucks, you think pushing open the glass door into the mostly empty room filled with the echoes of a couple having an argument in the corner and a pair of middle-school kids trading Pokemon cards like they are hot goods, most the set up of a joke, save for no one knowing quite what the latter is, not even you.
For his part Dad is as surprised to see you in such company as you had been to hear the offer, but that does not stop him from pulling back a chair for her.
"Good day Sir Knight, I'll be serving as devil advocate today." It take you a moment to realize she'd dropped the 's' in that, just long enough to draw a snort of laughter, but it is clear you are not the intended audience. Your dad does not react at all, which seems to be the right reaction since Lash settles in her seat and takes a sip of her coffee, black, no cream or sugar.
Of the four names you have Dad only reacts to Ellawyn's, but that reaction is horror. The Knights as it turns out had worked with her many times before, sending Summer Changelings to orphanages and foster homes under her care when they could in exchange for her vassals patronizing not just those but halfway homes for people in challenging circumstances, from recovering addicts and to the formerly homeless. "Not a hint, nothing," he says, more to himself than to either of you. "Nothing was ever out of place. The children..."
"A rather poor infiltrator
It would make if It could not play the part consistently," Lash points out, setting her cup down with a definitive clink. "Outsiders are not monsters baying for blood, they are sappers attempting to undermine the walls of the keep. If they should burn the thatch in the courtyard it is because they have some use for the flame, not because they find it enrapturing. So what purpose would such a one have when interacting with Summer's scions lost and found?"
"Indoctrination," you say instantly. "The Knight of the Stone Heart can only spread itself so thin, but if it has willing servants, dupes among the court its power grows."
"The last time I crossed paths with any in Ellawyn's vassals was up in British Columbia," dad explains. "an entire family was being terrorized by Rawheads, all of them scions of Summer though even the parents had not made their choice. The things were vicious, up there under the cover of the woods and the long polar night there was hardly any need to hide once they had cut communications. Both of the parents, Andy and Sofia, were attacked and left to die of the trauma, left for the children to find surrounded with occult and Satanic markings, tanunted and harried until they made it to the nearest church. The reason I was called it that in looked like something one of the Fallen might do."
"If Anduriel left one of the wild-eyed cretins off the leash maybe," Tiffany muttered, but dad keeps going.
"The older of the children, Katherine, tried to take her own life since she felt in her own words 'like a monster', either the Rawheads had spoken to her or some insight of her nature as a changeling. I tried to explain what I could but my time was short so once I killed both of the Rawheads I saw to it that both of them would find their way to the protection of the Summer court who could explain. She was deeply religious, her whole family was. I think that might have been why their parents choose to remain on the cusp of worlds for so long. I don't think they would have gone if both myself and the local priest didn't tell her that these were good people."
"Someone with a strong moral center that would carry over even beyond the Choice, with reasons to hate the Winter Court," you muse. "Certainly someone It would find useful, but there has to be more to it than that, the specifically faked Denarian activity to draw a response."
"Create attachment, use it against you later, use her as a contact with the Holy Order perhaps that seems less likely, the inquisition is untrusting of fey no matter how fair," Tiffany mutters. "Or they were just testing if they
could fake signs of the Fallen well enough to draw a Knight and the girl was a bonus."
"A bonus..." At first you think dad was going to chastise her for being so cold about this, but his mind is elsewhere. "I felt something around the cabin, at the threshold, not fey glamor but faith entrusted with the care of the home. That's... I'd never encountered it so strongly in one of faerie blood."
"Maybe one of the parents figured out how to meld Faith and fae magic..." you pause as Dad gives you an odd look. "I can't think of any reason why it couldn't be done, they aren't antithetical to each other, more like orthogonal."
"Sure, not really the time for this, we are getting distracted." Dad sighs, laying his hands flat on the table. "If I say that I'm worried about Katherine, Josh and others like them the Summer Court court would grant me a hearing, though I am not sure if it would reach the Queen before it reaches the ears of the posessed. It would be best if we had some proof of foul play."
"Can't you just call her..." you trail off. "I guess that would be a serious breach of etiquette and might make her less inclined to listen."
What do you do next?
[] Go through normal Summer Court channels
The proper aporach, Titania will not be upset, may tip off He Who Walks Beside
[] Michael just calls Titania
She will be pissed at him and less inclined to listen to acusations against her vasals
[] Find and speak to Katherine
Try to find find signs of foul play that do not depend on your very secret powers of divination
OOC: Enjoy.