The beautiful, twisted city of the Unseelie fey rose up around them, towering spires of ice and stone, houses made of petrified roots, caves with icicles dangling from the openings like teeth. Ash led her down narrow alleys with eyes peering out from under rocks and shadows, through tunnels that sparkled with millions of tiny crystals, and down streets lined with bone-white trees that glowed with sickly luminance. And of course, the Unseelie were out in droves tonight. The streets were lit up with will-o-the-wisps and corpse candles, and swarms of Winter fey danced, drank, and howled at the top of their lungs, their voices echoing off the stones.
Ash skirted the edges of the crowds, trying to avoid notice as the Winter fey whirled and spun around them. Music rang through the night, dark and seductive, stirring the mob into frenzies. More than once, the dancing turned into a bloodbath as some unfortunate faery vanished under a pile of shrieking revelers and was torn apart.





Puck doesn't notice

She stays dead silent and just stares at the ground. While trying to ignore the fact that her contacts are damaged and she can barely see.

Well she doesn't say anything. She just keeps walking, although she has a feeling they're not going to get to their destination anytime soon.

They wove their way through the screaming throngs. Ash grabbed Isiea and pulled her into an alley, his glare warning her to be silent. A moment later, a pair of knights cantered into the crowd on huge black horses with glowing blue eyes, scattering the Winter fey like a flock of birds. The dancers snarled and hissed as they leaped aside, and a goblin screeched once as it was trampled beneath a charging horse, falling silent as a hoof cracked its skull open. The knights yanked their mounts to a halt and faced the mob, ignoring the growls and hurled insults. They wore black leather armor with thorns bristling from the shoulders, and the faces beneath the open helms were sharp and cruel. Ash shifted beside her. "Those are Rowan's knights," he muttered. "His elite Thornguards. They answer only to him and the queen."




Yeah, probably not.
(Sorry, Ruby. You're getting the short end of the stick xD)

"It's your fault for pissing them off." She points out, just as quietly.

(its fine. I can just sleep)

She'll eventually stop. To rest.

Ash nodded, not trying to deny it.

"By orders of Her Majesty, Queen Mab," one knight shouted, his voice somehow rising over the cacophony of music and snarling voices, "the Winter Court has officially declared war on Oberon and the Summer Court! For the crime of killing Crown Prince Sage and the theft of the Scepter of the Seasons, all Summer fey will be hunted down and destroyed without mercy!" The Winter fey roared, screeching and howling into the night. It was not a roar of rage, but rather one of ecstasy. They wanted blood. The Winter Court lived for violence, for the chance to rip into their ancient rivals without mercy. The knight let them howl and carry on a few moments before holding up his hand for silence.

"Also," he roared, bringing the chaos to a murmur, "be aware that Prince Ash is now considered a traitor and a fugitive! He has attacked his brother, Prince Rowan, gravely wounding him, and has fled the palace with the half-breed, subject of Oberon. Both are considered extremely dangerous, so it would do you well to be wary."

Ash sucked in a breath. Relief flashed across his face, as well as guilt and concern. Rowan was still alive, though their escape through the city had become much more dangerous.






That was okay. Puck wouldn't mind at all.

She quietly takes out her knife. Just in case.

Great. Cause after awhile she stopped and sat down under a tree.

"If you see them, by order of Queen Mab, they are not to be harmed!" bellowed the knight. "Capture them, or report their whereabouts to any guard, and you will be greatly rewarded. Failure to do so invites the queen's wrath upon your head. Spread the word, for tomorrow we march to war!" The knights spurred their mounts into action and galloped off, amid the roars of the Unseelie crowd. Ash looked deep in thought, his eyes narrowed to gray slits. "Rowan isn't dead," he breathed, and it was impossible to tell if he was pleased with this news or not. "At least, not yet. This will make things considerably more difficult." A question suddenly sprang to his mind. "Why would Summer want the Scepter?" He asked. "Did you see who took it?"





Puck sat down beside her. "You good?"