Queen Gossamer Palace of Queen Gossamer, Alfheim Her attendants stepped back. Queen Gossamer now had everygreen garland, wrapped around her bodice. Her blue wings, had a silver sheen to them, and with every flicker, a faint shimmer enveloped the air around her. She smelled of lilac and evergreen as she flapped her wings. Queen Gossamer smiled. Soon, the Queen was ready, and with a cloak of flower petals placed upon her shoulders, she was ready to depart. A tiny gold and red pixie dragon soared down, and landed on her arm. "Greetings, dearest Elsie." she said, as the tiny dragon, curled up and all but purred on her shoulders, folding her multi-colored wings around her tiny body. Gold eyes looked on Gossamer, as two smaller green orbs gently encircled her. With a nod to the guards, they continued on, as they headed for her coach. This night, the crystal coach, with Elsie at the head, would be the one she would chose. The company made their way down the steps. Elsie lept from her perfect perch, and moved, to her appointed place, growing just a bit bigger, in order to handle the coach. The coach, looked like the crystals that lined the Queens clothing. It had a hint of blue to it, but when the lights reflected from it, it seemed to bloom into many colors of the rainbow. And in the moonlight, the subtle colors could been seen. Many bowed low, or cooed softly, as the saw the Queen enter the carriage. Her guards moved to stand their place around it, and the four orbs that floated nearby also posted. Elsie dipped her head, slipping on the reings as her wings spread wide. A few last minute touch ups, and the Queen was ready to leave. But she held her hand. She turned, looking down towards the main area expectantly. She smiled, as she soon saw Karlen'ae heading her her direction. But the young knight was nowhere to be seen. Queen Gossamer, shook her head slightly, and then turned towards her guard. "Once my consort joins us, we shall be leaving." With a simple gesture, the door to the coach opened, as she waited for Karlen'ae to join her. Soft music filled the coach, and Gossamer smiled. A grand night indeed. =-=-= Gorroc Tretuum Darkling Realm - Urgan - (Dark Realm) Gorroc watched as the black messenger disappeared. Gorroc grabbed the pouch as one of the other Orcs with him spoke. "Give pouch. WE TAKE to Crunch." One of them, muttered to Gorroc, his war axe in his hands. "No, you won't," Gorroc snarled back at him. "Crunch gave this mission to me, not you. I will deliver the pouch to him. If you want to make a big deal about this, Death could always use two more souls, though I don't know what yours are good for." As he spoke, Gorroc let his free hand fall to the hilt of his sword. One Orc smacked the other one, and that Orc turned, and backhanded the Orc that had hit him. With a snarl, he then charged, Gorroc, his war axe in his hand swinging, as he looked forward to taking this uppty Orc's life. The prize WOULD be his. "DOG!" As he attacked the other Orc stood back up, whipping his mouth, while drawing his weapon. He watched carefully, as his small mind tried to think. Which one should he help, if any. If he was lucky, they could both kill each other. But that was doubtfull. If he helped the other who hit him, he would make enemies with the other Orc. But if he helped him. He held his dagger, letting the first blow make his decision for him. Meanwhile, the two dark Fairies, watched on gleefully. OOC: no worries.