Exton

Raina lowers her head into her hands and sobs, “I cant believe this. No cure... how can there not be a cure? This cant be happening....”

She starts to rock in the chair that she had placed by Nicks bed.

“Goddess...please...there has to be something...please....”

Gareth goes to her and puts his arms around her, “We'll find a way, Raina. I'll go now and get the message sent.”

Raina nods and looks up at Gareth, her eyes are dark and hollow looking, dark circles starting to form around her green eyes. “Thank you..”

Out in the hall Gareth asks Star if she knows where the fairy tree is and explains that he needs to get a message to Inari as quick as possible.

“If she has not made it back to court she would be able to ask the Queen about carrying one of the flowers. If she does not have special dispensation she would be killed immediately if caught with it.”

Star nods and thinks for a minute. “Mya! She can get tt...there faster and you can tt..trust her.” Star races down the stairs, Gareth right behind her.

Looking up to the rafters at the boughs hanging Star whistles. A strange high pitched whistle that makes Gareth cringe. When Star sees several demifae look down at her she says, “Where is Mya? I need to speak with her..”

From the next rafter over Star hears a bit of a commotion. Several of the demifae are yelling at Mya to wake up. Mya stretches and looks down. “Oh..its Star. Mya loves Star...” and she flits down and stands on the bar. She smiles at Star and curtsies.

Star lays her hand out, palm up and Mya takes a dainty step up and stands on the outstretched hand. Star greets her, then says, “We have a very important tt..task for you. Can you tt...take a message to the fairy tree for us? It needs to get to Inari right away.”

Mya gasps, “To Inari? Must be important..”

“It is. Very important. Can you do this for us?”

Nodding her head, purple curls bouncing, “Yes. Messengers to the Realm at tree. I find one for you.”

Monty brings a small piece of paper and a piece of a pencil. Mya writes as Gareth tells her the message. She rolls the paper and wraps it in a scrap of cloth.

As Mya flits to Stars cheek for a kiss, Star tells her, “Wait for a return message. And then you can bring the messenger for a bit of honey and wine.”

“Open door, please.” and Mya takes to the air, purple wings humming.

Star goes to open the front door, “I will leave our window upstairs open a crack for you. T..thank you..” and Mya speeds off into the gathering darkness.