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Cynthia gave a simple nod, "Of course I'll go... I've always had good relations with the Drow. They'll recognize me either way..." she hesitated again then went on, "That boy I told you about? The one I danced with long ago? His name was Aerioulous..." she told him simply, "I remember his brother Carrow very well also," she added then looked at Hal.

"I need you to work your magic, old friend. I need something to wear that isn't black and for you and your herbs to allow me to move a bit better. Drow funerals are a bit more mobile than others I've encountered over the centuries. For them, the funeral is more of a celebration of the life rather than the mourning of the death. There will be crying and weeping, of course, but plenty of alcohol as well to help soothe the spirits. As somber as they usually are, the Drow certainly do two things with plenty of liveliness; funerals and parties..." she finished that in a wry tone, remembering one of the few hangovers she'd had was directly related to a Drow funeral.

She still didn't remember much about that night...

Cynthia gave a small sigh as Hal left, thinking back to the last time she'd seen Carrow. He'd been young, but such a somber boy, always trailing after Aeriolous. She'd known then that Aeriolous was destined to become their king, but he'd been so humble that few would have recognized him as such.

She shook herself out of her thoughts and looked up at Lareth, "So who is Tamlin and why is Gypsy training him?" she asked in simple curiosity. she knew it was rare that Gypsy took on an individual pupil and found it puzzling that she'd done so. She'd already heard from Hal that she'd basically moved into the training fort and taken over the advanced training of the soldiers there, thinking that it would be good for the hybrid to be somewhere she had something to do and would be respected for her skills.

Cynthia nodded over the boy, knowing that Gypsy would be the one to teach him if he was as lazy as Lareth's tone indicated. She also knew that Incubi were frequently used as bodyguards since few would think of one being in that position. They were as good at sex and desire as they were at fighting. Contracts were frequently fought over heatedly and required an intermediary to keep things from getting bloody.

But the last comment had her raising an eyebrow, "Oh? Who is the one coming home?" she asked him softly, not really expecting him to answer if it was something he had to keep quiet about. She knew there would be things he couldn't talk about with her. As his mistress, that kind of thing would make her a target against him. Which was why he'd made a habit of not talking about important matters with his mistresses, something she'd already known about as did the majority of his kingdom...

Cynthia smiled up at him, "Dinner sounds delightful, Lareth," she told him honestly, hoping that Hal had approved something for her that was better than the simple meals she'd been eating. Admittedly, they were good. But she was ready for more flavor.

She did like spending time with Lareth like this. She just wished she wasn't stuck in the chair and moving like an old granther when she was out of it. She hated to be laid up like this, hated that she healed so slowly. She wanted to be able to walk beside him, holding his hand like before.

She gave a small sigh as he pushed her through the garden, "I have to tell you that I don't do injured very well... Last time I was hurt anywhere near this badly, I was lucky it was Sebastet taking care of me... She handled fireballs like they were nothing out of the ordinary and simply put them out..." she said with a shrug of one shoulder and a slight wince.

Okay, so she'd understated it. Alot. She really was a bad patient. And she knew for a fact that Sebastet hadn't intended to change those curtains out after Cynthia had set them on fire despite the fact that the Hylarr had said she was intending to do so...

Hal was sitting in the garden watching the nearby fountain bubble and give off that relaxing sound. He took a small breath and released it softly. He clenched his fists as he thought of his life and all he had done and not done.
"Was it enough? I wish I knew...."

A soft purring voice from behind him spoke.
"I think you know the answer."

Hal smiled and turned his head, unclenching his fists.
"I am surprised you came to see this old man..."

The succubus sat next to Hal and wrapped an arm around his waist pulling him close.
"I do not see an old man....you know this. I see a proud warrior about to finish his battles.... and see our son become a fine man."

Hal was comforted by her company and he took her hand and kissed the top of it.
"Ah Alavina...if I had only found you earlier in life. We would have more time and I could have truly shown you how much I care."

She smiled and stroked his weathered cheek.
"You showed me more than enough my love. You saved me from death, saw me as a woman, and gave me the two things many of my kind never get to have. Love and a child from that love."

He smiled sadly.
"I couldn't show you physically...yes we did everything in the dream scape...but I wish I could have been able to show you in reality....My sin of mans pride has me regretful."

She moved and kneeled in front of him, reaching up to cup his face.
"We met and danced in the dream scape yes, but it was very real."
She stood up and kissed his thin lips, that had once been full, before she sat next to him again and laced her fingers with his own.
"I heard from a little birdie that you have been stumbling...the headaches are increasing and you have forgotten more than usual....I can help slow that down, but you know the cost."

Hal shook his head and squeezed her hand.
"No....I won't make that deal. I can't."

She nodded and rested her forehead against his and gazed at him with her golden eyes.
"The usual fix then? The garden is empty and we are in hidden from view."

Hal squeezed her hand slightly shaking.
"...please....i just need more time....enough so I can make sure, things work out as they should..."

Alavina smiled sadly as she never told him how this made her feel.

"I will give as much as I can."

She kissed him once more before she had him lay down, his head in her lap. He looked up at her with eyes that were once a brilliant blue, making her heart clench. She played with his hair and had him close his eyes before she used a clawed finger to slit open her wrist before pressing the wrist against his lips, Hals hand holding her wrist as he drank.

She inhaled as this was very intimate and she had to suppress a jolt of desire that rolled through her.

This life transfer through blood, was a forgotten and forbidden practice that once had the Succubus and incubus line on the verge of extinction so long ago. If one merely drank their blood, extended life was granted for a short time with minimal side effects, but the full death of the incubus or succubus through the life blood transfer, granted youth and 5, 000 extra years guaranteed with various and often crippling side effects.

The Succubus looked down at the loyal demon and sadly smiled, as the one who made her feel truly alive was nearing his end, and he was willing to go without her.

Rowan walked with Wren through the odd and yet beautiful gardens of Lareth the Demon Kings castle. Many plants he had never seen before were in bloom and had their own sense of dangerous beauty, compared to the softer looking plants in the Elven realm.
Whichever god had helped the demons create their own plant vegetation must have had a bit of imagination. In fact, he couldn’t recall who would have helped the demons when they first came into existence. He did not remember learning anything about it or hearing about it in his youth.
Something to ask when he got a hold of his sister.
Smiling he thought about how he would tell his sister that she was about to become an aunt. Would she be happy? Confused? Or accepting?

He held onto Wren’s hand as they walked past some black blooming roses.
“How much time do you have left?”
He glanced at her out of the corner of his eye.

She may have not told him, but Rowan knew Wren couldn't be away from the castle for too long. He had watched her from the beginning so he knew how she and the castle were connected…almost as if they drew from the same life source…almost one, but not. It was hard to describe but he knew she would have to go back soon.

Rowan was surprised his sister had magically been there, but then again, she was everywhere and could be anywhere she pleased. He helped Wren sit before he joined her on the small blanket with his sister.

As his sister had put out light snacks and wine he could see Wren blushing as his sister mentioned how the wine would not harm the children.

He looked at his sister. He and Wren knew of one child....but they were having two? He cast a look at Wren but kept his gaze on his sister as she spoke of the children Esabel was to have with Ravor. He ran a hand through his hair.

It was indeed a tricky situation and he was not sure he even wanted to risk Ravor waking up and if he made the decision to stay in Esabels realm....would his twin keep that promise?

"I am very glad to see you sister....though you took some of the fun out of telling you the good news."

Rowan did not speak on the Ravor issue as he needed to think on that.
As she spoke of the garden he looked around.

"It....is unique? Whomever came up with the species of these plants....had imagination."

Rowan munched on some fruit and looked to his sister.
"To be honest, I also did not think about having twins. I may be a twin, but I never thought that I would have twins."

He took another bite of fruit.

"So....since you know we are having twins, care to help us? We both do not know how to be parents....and I want your help as you helped raise Ravor and I."