The Erlking shifted in his seat. "The Court welcomes Amelia Chase," Oberon said in a stiff, formal voice. He paused, as if waiting for her to say something.

"..." She paused for a quick second. "Thank you." She said with a small bow.
(Idk what to do next sooo xD)

(It's okay xD)

Silence stretched between them, and someone in the crowd snickered. Finally, Oberon gestured toward an empty chair near the end of the table.

She finally took her seat at the table, wondering if she should look around or not. She didn't though.
'This makes me nervous...' She said to herself.

"That was impressive," mused a voice near her feet. Grimalkin leaped into the chair beside her. "You definitely inherited your fathers rapier wit. Lady Weaver must be so proud."

"Well it seems like she doesn't like that I'm only half fae... So I'm just being cautious..." She admitted a little quietly.

At that moment the music stopped and a loud trumpeting began.

"Theyve arrived," Grimalkin stated, eyes narrowing to golden slits. The cat almost seemed to smile. "This should be very interesting."

The trumpeting grew louder, and at one end of the court, the ever-present wall of thorns shifted, curled back, and formed a grand archway, much taller and more elegant. Black roses burst into bloom among the thorns, and an icy wind hissed through the gate, coating nearby trees with frost.

A creature padded through the arch. It was a goblin, green and warty, dressed in a fancy black coat with gold buttons. It cast a sly look around the waiting court, puffed out its chest, and cried in a clear yet gravelly voice:

"Her Majesty, Queen Mab, Lady of the Winter Court, Sovereign of the Autumn Territories, and Queen of Air and Darkness!"

And the Unseelie came.

At first glance, they looked very similar to the Seelie fey. The little men carrying the Unseelie banner looked like gnomes in fancy cloaks and red caps. Then it became that they had jagged, sharklike grins and a bright madness in their eyes, and it seemed these were not friendly garden gnomes, not in any sense of the word.

She didn't look any of them in the eye.
'Ok ok... this is going to be interesting... How do I do... this......' She said to herself in her mind.

"Redcaps," Grimalkin mused, wrinkling his nose. "You will want to stay away from them, human. Last time they came, a not-to-bright phouka challenged one to a rigged shell game and won. It did not go well."

He pointed out the ogres next, great hulking beasts with thick, stupid faces and tusks slick with drool. Manacles bound their wrists, and silver chains were wrapped about their huge necks. They shambled into court like drugged gorillas, knuckles dragging on the ground, oblivious to the murderous glares they were receiving from the trolls.

More Unseelie spilled into the clearing. Thin, skulking bogeys like the one in Ethans closet, creeping along the ground like spindly spiders. Snarling, hissing goblins. A man with the head and chest of a shaggy black goat, his horns sweeping into wicked points that caught the light. And more creatures, each one more nightmarish than the first. They leered when they caught sight of Amelia, licking their lips and teeth. Thankfully, under the stern glares of Oberon and Titania, none of them approached the table.

Finally, as the court swelled to nearly twice its number, Queen Mab made her appearance.

The first hint they received was that the temperature in the clearing dropped about ten degrees. A cloud of snow burst from the mouth of the tunnel, and in walked the kind of woman that made ladies weep in envy and men launch wars.

She wasnt tall, like Oberon, or willowy-thin like Titania, but her presence drew every eye in the courtyard. Her hair was so black it appeared blue in places, and it spilled down her back like a waterfall of ink. Her eyes were of the void, of a night without stars, a sharp contrast to her marble skin and pale mulberry lips. She wore a dress that writhed around her like shadow incarnate. And, like Oberon and Titania, she radiated power.

She didn't reply to Grimalkin, not even a nod.
She was alert and trying not to make eye contact with the other court. Their presence gave her small chills.