The Summoning Pt.3
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The Summoning Pt.1
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The Summoning Pt. 2
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Amora stopped short shutting her door behind her. Her reflection caught her eye from a place that she had no mirror. Turning she watched the heavy hem of her dripping skirts drag over the carpet. The mirror there was wide, a perfect circle, the metal frame a snake, eating its own tail. Ouroboros. That was an ouroboros mirror, one that had not been there before she opened the door to another world. Amora inhaled once deeply, knowing it was something she had pulled without meaning to, and knowing she would need to ask their new ‘guest’ about it when the time came. She continued to shut the door, brushing damp hair behind her ear as she continued on down the hall towards the deep rumble of voices. Her husband and sons were all there, and she braced herself as she entered the room.

They fell silent as she walked in, the faces all saying very different things. Her eyes caught though and stayed on Thors, who's instantly were weary, knowing she had dome something. His first expression had been worry, maybe panic. But Amora wasn't hurt, she wasn't crying, she looked like a drowned cat but she wasn't hysterical so he knew whatever it was, it hadn't been done to her but by her. She cleared her throat, “Boys, excuse us for a moment. Actually,” she added as they started to shuffle out, “Lif, I need you to call on Amroth and Loki for me please. And Zilch, reach out to Welch… we might need his help.” There was confusion in the expressions, but Zilch turned right away to go. Lif paused a moment, gaze flickering between Amora and Thor. “I… ok yea. Ill be right back.” Her eldest son, taller then her by a head, dark hair gleaming in the low light look concerned as he left the room.

“What happened?” Thors voice asked from behind her, the gravel in the tone sounded like it was caught between concern and weariness. “Are you ok?” he pressed, pushing to step forward despite what Amora was sure was a certainty that she was in fact the problem here. Thor had very good instincts and he knew his wife very well. He looked down at her, the way her dress hem was splattered with mud, the material clinging to her frame, her hair plastered to her shoulders and throat where it touched. His eyes scanned her, from foot to head and back again, his brow raising when she still hadnt spoken. “Im fine,” Amora assured him, her hand curling around the edge of his armor at his side, holding tight there, the warmth of his hard stomach contrasted sharply with the chill of her damp fingers. “Let me explain, all of it before you yell or get to angry to listen to the story,” she said, his eyes flashing because now he was certain she had in fact done something, something dangerous or reckless, probably both. Amora didn't begrudge him the expression, she knew he worried, he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders and she was apart of that, a very big part. When he was in danger she worried non stop till she knew he was ok, so she didnt fault him the anger or weariness that her stunts put him in, even if she would argue to the death for the ability to do what she could.

“Ive been looking for a way to neutralize Svens army, its hard to pit our men against theres knowing his are already dead and ours can still die,” she began, starting in an open place, nothing that was news to him, to ease him into the tale. “Ive had Welch on the look out for anything that might help. In my wheelhouse,” she clarified quickly, “Any magic, any spells, any objects that might give us an edge. He found something, that ive been working to decode. And I did it. Its from another world, one with magic we dont have, or havent learned yet, and so we have something to learn here, something that can beat Sven, something to change the tide and make sure our children, this kingdom, the whole of the nine remains safe.” His eyes were on hers, chilled blue meeting swirling green, and she kept that eye contact as she explained to him what she had done, how she had gathered her supplies, went to the woods alone (His whole body tensed at this news but he let her continue) Her hand held to the armor, reveling in the warmth under the heavy plates of it as she explained how she opened the door, bringing the violet eyed man into their realm, then knocking him out and trapping him in the cottage. She ended on the mirror, and musing that maybe other objects of power found their way through but assuring him that the man with violet eyes could confirm they were from his world once awake.

Lif knocked behind them, peeking in the door to inform Amora, “They are both here, Loki looks a little put out because I didnt know what to tell him had happened...” The trailed off as if Amora would fill in the blanks but she didnt so he sighed, “Should I send them in?” Amora shook her head, “Ask them to wait please in my sitting room, we will be right there.” Lif nodded, the door clicking shut behind them as Amora turned to face her husband again. “I want them to help me ward a room here, someplace close, where I can learn what I will from the man, make sure hes contained while we do it. I dont revel in this, but im not sorry for trying to level the playing field before you find yourself on it.” Thor leaned in, hand at her waist tight with tension but gentle in touch as a kiss was pressed to her head. “Im going to order an increase in the guards while our ‘Guest’ is here” he murmured before adding, “We arent done talking about this, but first he needs to be secured.” Thor lead her back out to the sitting room, leaving her with her uncle and his brother to explain again and outline what they would need to do for her.

Hours later Amora wore a dry dress, her hair pinned back, looking the picture of a golden queen while she stood just outside a cell, adorned in luxury and comfort, with gold trimming out the white floor and ceiling and the four clear walls. The man with Violet eyes was siting up now, no longer bound, his expression cool and relaxed, almost bemused. “Im sorry our first meeting had to be so, crude. I hope your at least more comfortable,” she motioned to the room around him as if it were pure opulence and not also a cell. “I do hope you can forgive my urgency. But I don't have the time for niceties. I need your help, and I realize this puts this entire situation into stark perspective. But you have a queen ready to bargain with you for the protection of her world and many others.” Amoras voice wasn't a plea, it was firm, factual, being honest without being needy because no matter her need she wouldn't let anyone take advantage of her need now. Long solid limbs unfolded themselves as the man, all dark hair and bright eyes stood, walking towards the clear wall though he stopped a few feet back, his lean frame relaxed, like they were having a conversation like any other. “Well your Majesty,” he began, giving her the first taste of the sound of his voice, like thick velvet, he reminded her instantly of Loki. “Where I come a bargain is a very serious thing. As luck would have it im very sympathetic to the cause of protecting ones people. So we might just be able to work something out.” His hand raised for just a second like he might offer her a hand shake but remembered the barrier so instead slipped it fluidly into his pocket, “Im Rhysand, High Lord of The Night Court.”

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