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The man asked her, in an interesting accent and lexicon, where the old court was. Eleuthera paused, furrowing her brow in thought, and realized no one has ever told her. She hadn’t run into the Old Court in her and Séamus’s travels, at least. “You know… I don’t know!" She chuckled, pulling her chin into her delicate throat as she did so, aware of how silly that statement was. Honestly, she only knew Lumiya and Orlaith, the latter of which was no longer called a faerie, and the Old Court rarely came up. There had been a lot of other things to talk about, up until recently.

Eleuthera smiled, and swept her nose up and in a wide arc, from right to left. “But I’m from here,” she said as she gestured — the boughs of the trees, though heavy under the weight of the rain, did not lose any of their ethereal qualities. She knew nothing of Caw, but knew he lived beneath holy trees, and thus was imbued with a holy energy.