Exton

Twillon clasps hands with Tannr when he opens the door. Weebit peeks out from under a lock of his long sun yellow hair. Miko buzzes behind Twillon, eyes searching the forested areas beyond the clearing.

"Come in. Our guest is... well I am afraid we just can't understand."

Twillon smiles. "No problem. Weebit and Miko are hear to help."

Twillon steps in and Miko darts past the tall Sidhe warrior so Tannr can close the door. He spies the demifae sitting on the edge of the table and slowly flits across the room. He sheathes his hat pin as he hovers near the smaller male. The guest looks from person to person, scrambling to his feet and edging away as Twillon rests his hand on the table. He relaxes as Weebit walks down the black sleeve. Stepping solidly on the tabletop she nods to Twillon and he backs off.

Weebit holds out her hands, talking to the demifae in a tone beyond the comprehension of anyone but another demifae. The guest relaxes and Miko assumes a loose stance, wings slowly fanning. The little one settles back down and Weebit sits as well, arranging her patchwork wings very carefully. Whenever the guest seems to get agitated, Wee bit places a calming hand on his arm.

The expression on her small face becomes more grim by the moment. Miko's hand drifts to the protected hilt of his steel hatpin. Weebit turns to Miko and buzzes her wings, then looks to Twillon. The winged warrior nods, darts to the Dark Lord, and speaks quietly in his ear. When he returns to the table, Twillon asks Tannr if he and Weebit can use a room for her to change.

Miko sits with the demifae, talking quiet in their own tongue. Moments later the sound of a muffled moan. The door to the bathroom opens and Twillon escorts a wobbly Weebit back into the room. She settles on a chair and holds her hand out to the guest. Miko speaks to him and both flit to light on her palm. She clears her throat and Twillon hands her a glass of water before she speaks.

"This is Whisp. He is a member of Inari's... troupe. I fear the news he brings is not good."

The demifae stands at attention, bearing himself up proudly.

"He cannot change size, or he would report to 'The Dark Lord Blackthorn' personally. I told him that the Commander is back in Faery for the moment. Lord Twillon, as Lord Blackthorn's second-in-command, is who he needs to report to, as the Ambassador is also currently unavailable."

Twillon bows his head to the little creature. It taps its foot and Weebit begins. "Our friend here has had the extremely perilous assignment of espionage in Underdark. He managed to infiltrate the High Priestess' private chambers."

The demifae nods slowly. Weebit looks at Tori, then glances down at the demifae.

"Tori, Gargoyle, once hostage in Underdark, we ask that you open to your Nestkin. They will need to hear this as well, and quickly, as we do not know when the Drow plan to act."

Frowning slightly, Tori touches Stoney and Alise, then Ob and Pandora, finding Pandora preoccupied with Chloe and... Ike? All the adults open a shielded channel to Tori, listening to what Weebit has to say. At her nod, Weebit continues.

"It seems that Tori is not off her reacclimation list. Death, if reacclimation is not possible. Somehow, she has found out about the children. Whisp could not see which ones she was looking at, but she was very... gleeful over the fact that there are Gargoyle children. Plans are being made to take one."

Tori feels the responses through her link. Tears fill her eyes, and just as abruptly she goes cold, steeling herself to be the fighter she made herself into.

"Alise and Pandora are livid. Ob and Stoney are checking the Wards of their homes. Ob has contacted Silk as well. She, of course, will inform Mortuis." Tori grins, a scary sight as fangs lengthen and her skin begins to go gray. "She is making a biiig mistake. She is threatening what amounts to their family." Flames flicker in her emerald green eyes. "I hope she meets the Right Hand of Death and the Succubus in a dark alley. The bitch won't survive. Mortuis won't let her.... Well, maybe just long enough to pay for what she has done to this family, and others."

Tannr watches his lover, pride in her response, anger simmering at what Whisp has reported. He takes her hand, feeling the skin firm under his palm. "She won't get you again. I'll kill the white haired bitch myself."

Miko takes to the air, darting in front of the Viking. He hovers, hand on his pin. "You won't be alone, amigo. She will go down, just like her Fae bitch of a seester. She doesn't know what she is up against."