The king of the land noticed that the horn atop his crown was glowing vividly, sparkling light upon the lands he owned. Something had he discovered in the last few moments of thought, and a decision had to be made very soon. Perking his ebony harks, he looked in the distance, northward to where the boundaries of Faoi Thionchar and Aonar Ciunas met each other. There were a few things, little messages, along with one rather large one that he needed to say to the king and queen of the neighboring land. It was time to start making alliances, and they would be the first.
Fantasma felt her freeze under his warm touch, her muscles straining themselves as he could tell, fear crept into her. Easy he wished to tell her, for there was great news from the lands themselves. First, the second of his heirs was to be born, a young flier from Freier Geist; the other was that he had found the true queen of these beautiful lands. "Let us go," he smiled, looking at the boundary between her old land and theirs. "I must speak to your parents about something," Fantasma motioned for her to follow. Trotting a few steps, he spread his ebony feathered wings and hovered, waiting for her to begin making her way to the lands next to theirs.
Glossy red hues sent sparkling light in all directions, her head lifted higher gracefully and studied him at his sudden words. "Speak with my parents," she repeated slowly, eyeing him oddly and shrugged to herself. She didn't mind where they went, so long that she was with him.
Omeya, princess of many hearts, step forth with neat stides and carried her bodice over the border lines, knowing her father would see them soon. "Come on Fantasma!" she giggled, good mood back in place. It seemed years since she had spoke to her mother, it would be good to explain the few things that had happened in a short amount of time. And her father could meet her true love, she only hoped he wouldn't cause a fight.