[ The Dark Lady sounds rather amused; this probably doesn't bode well. ] I am certain I am not the only one hearing the wail of the Bean Sidhe outside when the moon rises. I am also certain that I am not the only one tires of the dull boredom of this place; there is naught to do here, after all, except cower away within our residences ( Read more... )

[ The device clicks on, and the woman seems composed, one hand holding on to her crown of rowan thorns, the other clearly holding onto the phone-like gadget. She's scrutinizing it, scarlet eyes glowing in the darkness surrounding her within the forest. ] Strange. Of Goblin make, I wonder. And this.. [ Her voice echoes with an otherworld quality, ( Read more... )

( What are we if not slaves to this torment? )