Ash took a step back, stumbling.
If Meghan were to go back a year to see Ash stumble, she might have widened her eyes in aw and disbelief. The Ash would have given her an icy look that froze river and maybe herself. The Meghan now grabbed his arm to steady him. The Ash now gave her a look that said thank you.
"If the Unseelie are fading, then so are the Seelie," Ash grounded out. "I am fading out."
Meghan slammed the newspaper onto the floor.
"You, you are not fading. You cannot fade. You are Ash of the Iron Court, not of the Winter Court." Meghan tensed at Ash's next words.
"And what of the other courts? What of the other Fae? They are not Iron, they are not surviving." Ash responded.
Meghan turned to face Glitch again.
"But our numbers are not growing. There are no new Fae here. The other courts have no words of fading."
"The Winter Court has ears to listen to the shouts of the mortals. They can see that the world is dying my queen." Glitch was tense when it came to pressing matters.
"And what of the Seelie Court," Meghan hissed. "What do they know?"
"There are whispers and rumors of fading Fae within their lands."
Meghan put her fingers to the temples of her head. Ash wordlessly held her arms, providing silent support. It would be so so easy to turn a shoulder. Turn away from the problem. It didn't negatively effect her. She could turn away. But the Wyld would be different without the Seelie and Unseelie. Her heart knew it. Her Queenly brain knew it. As much as she hated the Unseelie, no matter how much the Seelie would annoy her, she would save them. She would have to save them. Time and time again history repeated. The fate of Faerie was again, back in Meghan Chase's hands.
