❝ WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? YOU RUINED THE TRANSFER ! ❞ fhyra said , granting a gasp as the magick about her form dissapated with a harsh pop . skinny fingers would cradle the babe who'd just been snuffed of life from the ritual being ruined , mushroom circle being crushed underfoot by this horrid passerby in the woods . oh , she could weep . another child for the unseelie queen taken before it could truly / dance / !
she had stood , then , sending a glower to the intruder . light eyes would flicker between fey form && her human glamour , already understanding that the one who interrupted her ritual was one of those deemed 'otherworldly' . they stunk of it , as all did to her . the iron bloods always stunk of something . positively / disgusting / , the lot of them . she'd left the corpse sitting in the grass , ready to dispose of it after dealing with this heathen .
❝ / YOU / ! YOU DO NOT BELONG HERE , ÆRON BLOED ! LEAVE BEFORE I SEND YOUR BODY INSTEAD AS TRIBUTE TO DANCE FOR MY QUEEN ! ❞ fhyra exclaimed , glamoured form continuing to flicker as her anger overtook concentration .