#ch; Wynter Ollivier

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The idea of being free felt strange after so many years closed behind that barrier, trapped inside the mountain with her kin with the only hint of sun being on that one field that was soaked with centuries of blood. But now... Now she could see more of what laid beyond the barrier of her prison and feel the sun on her skin in earnest. Now she also had him. That poor unsuspecting human that just so happened to be on the other side of of the barrier when it came down putting her face to face with him. That was a funny thing to her how he wanted to find the infamous Court of Shadows and came within reach the day they were released.

Now Wynter had found herself rather fond of Mat in a weird kind of way to her that perhaps now she could understand her brother's fascination with his halfling. "You should eat something." The princess moved the bowl of fruit on her coffee table closer to him. Maybe it was just her wanting to watch him some more to study this reckless man that would dare try to enter her realm. "I can't have the others thinking I'm not taking care of my new pet." She smirked at him that smirk that was hard to tell if she was teasing or being serious about his status with her. Really she just liked to tease him a bit regarding whatever this was.

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To see him knelt before her is something that she hadn't expected to see anytime soon. Wynter eyes him curiously and quietly for a long moment that stretched between them before she reaches down her delicate fingers hooking under his chin. His aura took the appearance of shadow when she touched him and for a moment she wondered if that was what her aura looked like. Dark and wispy as if it didn't truly want to be there. It would match how she felt about being under this mountain in her father's court.

She draws him back up to his feet to better face her. "Then let us go." Us not just him, us. They're tied together now ever since she laid eyes on him she knew that he would be the one that she would see the world with. "The barrier cannot hold us here any longer. If you truly wish to depart from here then you will take me with you for I am the only one that can get you out from my father's court alive."

he feels off balance. like she's doing something to him that he can't name. is she doing something? or she merely doing what she said? is she a liar? he hasn't decided yet. but he feels uneasy suddenly. he could fight. struggle. or he could act a way that makes her think that she has the upper hand. he can fool her until he has a proper way out of this place. but hadn't he wanted to be here? maybe before he knew what it was!

he shifts so that he can kneel on one knee in front of her. not sure how she'll take the shift. but he knows how he feels about the shift in levels. the uneasiness it brings to him. like opening up a vulnerability that shouldn't have been opened. maybe he should get up and go? but go where? that was the problem. he had no where to go. he was stuck here. stuck here with her. "you see, that's the problem i have..." he says with an uneasy smile. "i don't have magic. in fact the further away i am from the whole bloody thing the better."

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Wynter laughed that almost childish laugh of hers that wasn't fully connected to what she was doing and felt disjointed in places. The easier question would have been to ask what wasn't wrong with her. She had been through so much between losing her mind, her mother, her lover, and her right hand woman, but at least she had her brother back and Mat. Well unless he couldn't handle how the glass of her mind seemed to shatter and splinter. He would get used to that though if he stayed around long enough though he was always free to go if he truly wanted to.

"You'll have to be more specific, pet." The princess mused with that wild smile of hers. "There is plenty wrong with me that I have a list. It might be easier to say what isn't wrong with me." She twirled a bit of her white hair about her finger as those startling ice blue eyes settled on him. Her head tilted looking over him slowly as if he was something that she could eat more so than a person she had shown some affection for. "What do you think is wrong with me?"

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Going to try to make these as spoiler free as possible in case people want to read the books.

Name: Wynter Ollivier

Titles : Princess of the House of Shadows

Age:   ??? Appears roughly 18+ could be as old as 300.

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual

Appearance: Wynter has snow white hair and skin with striking light blue eyes. She is a full blooded fae and her ears point in a delicate looking way.

Personality: When she is having a good day Wynter is very sharp and sassy at times. She can cut with her words as efficiently as she can cut with a blade. On bad days she is unhinged and volatile to the point of trying to hide what she considers her weakness of her instability. She is also very studious and anything that fascinates her she will try to study until she knows it inside and out.

Background: Wynter is the younger half-sister to Fordham Ollivier and princess of the House of Shadows. Her childhood was one of always trying to one up her brother and making sure she appeared to be the stronger child when it came to the succession of the throne. This is mostly due to the way that the politics of living in the House of Shadows worked along with her people living under Mount Ravinia for over a century.

Being raised in a cutthroat family she learned to hide her weaknesses from other people including her father. Her mother had build a secret room in the mountain that Wynter would often hide in with her closest friend when the glass of her mind would splinter or shatter. No one else other than that friend knew about this and how it could cause Wynter to lash out randomly during an episode. This effected how she perceived things and growing up she became obsessed with the wall that kept them in their mountain.

She could see the barrier weakening as the years went on and when Fordham brought Kerrigan to the mountain to be a part of their tribe she saw their energies matched. Wynter tried to get close to Kerrigan to use her to bring the barrier down and set them free. She was able to by placing a mystery around her cult of followers which lured her and Fordham to her masquerade where Wynter pretended to bring the barrier down by using Kerrigan's powers. This did not sit well with the Society and brought on a war.

During the War Fordham and Wynter were on opposite sides and she was thought dead as the keep had fallen around her. She had survived the war and appeared again later when Fordham and Kerrigan went to meet the witch to break his curse. She had struck him down in the snow of the mountain only to be incapacitated by Kerrigan. She later learned Fordham didn't die because of Kerrigan healing him and found herself in a padded cell being tended by Dozan Rook and his healer. They were able to fix the glass with a potion that she now takes regularly so that she can better help Fordham and Kerrigan with the upcoming revolution.

Abilities: Like all fae she can control the basic elements. She also has control over shadows which allow her to travel through them by jumping short distances. Due to the glass of her mind she has the gift to see people's auras the denote their types of magic their best at and the quality of the person's soul.

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Wynter regards him as he answers her returned question. He wanted recognition and that was something that she could relate to a little too much in this moment. She hums in thought as she brushes her fingers over the flower petals keeping herself there sitting amongst them. "So you found the lost clan and yet you stay rather than reporting it back to get your glory." Her pale blue eyes lock on him to judge his reaction to her own words.

She wondered why that was. She wondered if perhaps he was staying because of his fascination with her. "Surely that can't be your only question for me." She prods giving him another opening to try and get to know her better. If he knew her better perhaps it would be more likely that he would take her with him when he eventually left this place.

her response to his question startles him. he hadn't imagine the people living in this place as actual people. and she had been so strange and off that she had nearly solidified his thinking process. but now the feeling that sits heavy inside of him burns like something unfeeling or unsure. he takes down a hard swallow. she was an actual person, wasn't she? and that was a startling thought, wasn't it? his eyes search her face. and he wants to say something but the word just won't come out. she asks him a question though. and that surprises him. unnerves him just a little bit, doesn't it? that she asks him a question? or that she had answered like that? happiness, she wanted happiness. and that makes her human to him in a way that he hadn't expected.

he looks at her for a long moment before looking away at the flowers. he trails his hand over one of them. feeling the softness of the petals but not picking one. he had this crazy thought of picking one and putting it in her hair. he shakes the thought, looking down at his hand as if the flower would've marked him. stained him. "i wanted adventure...." then he shakes his head as if that's the wrong answer. turning to look at her directly. she's a startling sight, isn't she? "i wanted to do something that no one else had. i wanted people to hear about it, hear about what i did."

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Wynter watches him with careful eyes as he looks around the field of blood as her people call it. It isn't due to the red color of the flowers that it is called as such, but due to the thousands of years of bloodshed that have watered the field. She doesn't stop him from plucking one of the flowers either certain that he will drop it once he learns the history of this now gorgeous field of literally blood stained flowers. He was a curious one dancing around what he really wants and it makes her tilt her head at him as she tries to decide if she can figure out what his game is here.

"I suppose though your kind have such limited life spans compared to mine. You don't have nearly as long as I would like." His life was but a drop in the bucked compared to her potentially depthless life time. She could blink and miss the rest of his days without meaning to, but that wasn't a thought she much cared to dwell on. "If you are true and you wish to know more about me then by all means ask your questions. I have nothing to hide." Or so she thought. The question about the field has her lips quirking into an almost dangerous smirk though her movements show opposite of that as she sits in the middle of some of the blooms and strokes one of the petals gently with the tip of her index finger. "Because if this field can grow beautiful flowers from centuries of blood shed upon it then I may yet still have a season of happiness all my own." The princess recognized that he may not understand, but it was her answer to his question. "Why did you really come here?"

he does want to know about the mountain, about everything in and around it, he even wants to know about her. a dangerous thought. he already knows that there is something off about her. and yet he follows her all the way out to this field. it's a beautiful place, the vivid color of the flower is striking. especially with her standing there in all her pale beauty amongst them. it's a nice place. and it seems to suit her. but that strikes him as a bit terrifying suddenly. this couldn't be just a simple field if it suits her so well. there had to be more to it. but he doesn't ask. he looks around the place, touching his hand to one of the flowers. he makes to pick one, glancing over at her to see if she would stop him. that might give him more insight into what this field might or might not be.

"you're right. i went so far to find this place." he says, letting out a breath. his eyes scanning the area briefly. but he stays looking at her directly, toying with the flower he hasn't yet plucked. "but, i have all the time for that, right? or maybe i'm just more interested in knowing more about you." would she listen to flattery? and what did he intend on getting from saying something like that to her? "why's this place your favorite?"

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Something about the fact that she unsettles him so much is why she likes pushing his boundaries like this. She wouldn't push him to do anything that he doesn't want to do with her of course because even if she was raised a certain way she wants to see the outside world. She wants to get him to take her away from here so that she can go on a proper adventure. Though for that she knows that he needs to become more comfortable with her and he clearly wasn't getting that way just yet. With his grip loosened and his hand sliding up her arm she does touch his aura again fascinated by how it shifts and blends with how she moves her hand around it.

Wynter isn't sure what she expected by him standing and leaning in towards her, but it wasn't his question. She eyed him quietly for a moment her head tilting as she studies him and she leans in a little closer seeing how his aura tried to hide him as she did. "That is correct." She smiles a little at him trying to look sweet as he pushed it further. "I would assume that I do since everyone with magic that I have seen does, but I cannot see my own." She pulls back and shrugs her shoulders. "But yours... Yours is unlike any I've ever seen and I quite like that it makes you unique." And being unique around there meant you were more likely to be kept alive.

he feels a chill down his spine as she talks to him. the movement of her fingers vibrates in her wrist against the press of his fingers. he takes down a hard swallow, his eyes looking over her face. he doesn't know what to say. his mouth goes dry. there's something fascinating about the look of her and yet - it's not malicious but something worse. because whatever is wrong with her seems less deliberate. and he's not sure how to respond to her, to that. his hand loosens on her wrist, sliding briefly down her forearm. his skin is soft, he notes. she's a princess after all. she would be all silken perfumed skin. even if there was something terribly uncomfortable about her.

he lets out a laugh. but it sounds strained. without any sort of humor. light, but he would do anything to get out of here. but here he stands. leaning towards her when he knows he shouldn't be. his eyes move between her's before he gives a small shake of his head. "so everyone here has one and yet it's nothing like mine?" he asks, a lift of his brow as if he's trying to make this whole situation lighter. but it doesn't seem to work. not in the slightest. "what about you? do you have one?"

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The way that he hesitates to get up has her wondering if he is going to refuse. He wanted to find this lost kingdom after all stuck under Ravonika mountain so surely he would like to know some of it's history from it's princess. She is prepared to grab his arm and force him to come with her if she has to, but he gets up on his own and she finds herself unclenching her jaw. "That's a good boy." Wynter gives him another one of those unnervingly sweet smiles of hers when she is happy she's getting her way and starts walking out of her chambers.

They're going down one of the many twisting halls of the mountain when the silence between them breaks with his question. "You travelled all this way and don't know it's history?" Wynter raised an eyebrow at him looking over to gage how much she should tell him. Surely if he heard of the kingdom lost to time that he would know something about the mountain they had been trapped in for so long. "It is not the mountain that is so great though it is thought to be the original home of the dragons before they settled in the Holy Mountain. It is just the prison of my clan and the other fey like us that did not agree with the other tribes. We've been imprisoned here for as long as I can remember and it wasn't until my brother's pet brought down the barrier that we could leave and others could come in. You know the day when I suddenly appeared in front of you." They turned a corner and stepped out into a field full of bright red wild flowers. "But this is my favorite place in the mountain."

he doesn't get up right away. after all her favorite place could be not just a bloody mountain but off the edge. where she would push him off probably! he considers just sitting here, not doing anything. but then again he thinks that she would drag him there if she had to. wynter seemed to act as if she owned him. entitled, dangerous, he shivers at the thought before he's on his feet. he tips his hat to her with another uneasy smile. "you lead i'll follow."

but that sounds like a mistake. he already feels the weight of it starting to grow in him. but he can't seem to untwist it. to get out from the feeling that he's screwed up. he's done something that he shouldn't have. he hates the growing sense of unease with every step he takes. but he has to swallow that down. try not to let it get to him. he thinks she might like it too much if she knew just how unnerved she made him. "what's so great about this mountain, huh? why don't you tell me about it?" he looks at her for a moment, his eyes moving over the side of her face. suddenly he's a little eager to hear what she says, the sound of her voice. even if he really doesn't know why.

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His was a mystery that the princess wished to solve, but she knew that dissecting him that not the answer. No, she could figure it out with time to find out what it was that tried to hide him in plain sight so that no misfortune could befall him. When he grabs her wrist she looks down briefly at his hand noticing that he's not trying to force her away, but not allowing her closer either. It wasn't like she was physically touching him before anyways. Though now she was curious if he could feel her stroking the air where she saw his shimmering aura. "I wouldn't dream of dissecting you." She answered easily.

Wynter could break out of his hold easily if she wanted, but instead she wanted to see how long he might just hold her hand there. It didn't bother her in the slightest as she didn't feel as if she were in any danger from him and if she were to suddenly be in danger then she could just teleport away with her shadows without concern. "I can't dissect what I do not see and I am no writer." She had never told anyone that she couldn't see her own aura and it was a sore spot for her in truth. "I just find it interesting that yours has no color or rather... every color. It isn't like the others." Her fingers wiggled as if she was trying to feel it again with the same hand he held the wrist of. "You're different Mat and I find that fascinating."

those of them who have magic. he knows that he doesn't have any. he doesn't want any. it makes him feel completely uneasy to even think about it just then. she has magic, doesn't she? it seemed to him that this whole placed thrived on it. maybe that's why he always felt as if he were dancing on the edge of a knife. there's something in her eyes that tells him that it's not the only thing sharp near him. an invisible dagger placed to his throat, all in her hands. she scared, she digs under his skin in a way that he couldn't be comfortable with. so, why's he stay? can't he just leave? he ought to just leave.

his eyes move over her face. he eases, not entirely, just enough for his head to function beyond her talk of auras and magic. he reaches his hand out and wraps it around her wrist. meaning to pull it back away from him. but he doesn't move her hand. his fingers press gently into her wrist. his eyes move between her's. "what are you going to do dissect me until you forgive that out?" a hint of a smile on his face. it was easier to play this like a game. he lets out a small amused breath. "why don't you go on and dissect your own? write a book or something?"

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She could tell that she unnerved him. It was almost as if she could see how his aura tried to blend him with the room when she brought her drink closer with her magic. That was interesting since she wasn't doing anything to directly threaten him, but clearly that part of him thought he must have been in some kind of danger. Curious. Wynter really was so interested in him that she wanted to keep him around or to follow him somewhere else. She wanted to study him. Though saying such a thing might make him even more unnerved by her or run away.

She felt as if he was studying her too in his own special way with how he watched her movements. Sure they may look chaotic or even disjointed, but when it came to flight or fight she had full control of her body and could probably have him on the floor before he reached her. She has to laugh at how he says that he is harder to get than that and actually smiles at him something that is genuine and not so feral around the edges. "That sounds like a challenge." She muses, "I do like a challenge." There is that slightly feral smirk again before she gets up and moves closer to him. "Well then Mat." She purrs as her finger tips brush up along the arm of his chair that she is walking past. "Come with me. I'll show you my favorite place in the mountain."

he's not sure how to respond to her. a tight but almost nervous smile on his face as he watches her. her use of - what was that? magic? sent a chill through him, extended from the ice cold feel of his medallion against his chest. he's unnerved sitting there, not sure if he could get up and leave. she says he's not a prisoner. that means that he could if he really wanted to. but is he curious? this place was one of legends. there was so much he hadn't been able to see. the place seemed vast. and he wondered if he asked if she would show him things about this place that anyone outside of it would never guess at.

he lets himself laugh at what she says. even if he sounds more unnerved than actually amused. his eyes study her. the chaos to her movements, the way she seems almost careless about everything. was it the truth? or was there more to the erratic behavior than what she let him see. "well, for one i'd like to think i'm a lot harder to get than that." he says with a small scoff. and then he lower his eyes briefly to the ground, his boots. "just call me mat. we can figure out the rest as we get to know each other." he says after taking in a breath before he lifts his eyes back to her face.

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Oh he is an interesting one. The way he swallows when her hand is just hovering near his face made her wonder. Did she terrify him? Or was that just his body's response to her power, knowing how he should feel? He should be scared of her. He could die by her hands in so many ways and yet she did not have any intention of ending his life as of this current moment. She liked him. Mat was her own personal little curiosity that she wanted to know more about and get closer to. At least though it seemed as if he had a healthy amount of survival instincts if he looked as if he didn't want to actually be this close to her.

No one has ever really asked her about the auras or how she can see them. So many people had discredited her thinking that she was crazy when she talked about them or simply thought her strange when she just stared into nothingness according to some. "An aura is the energy that surrounds your body. Those of us with magic have ones brighter than those without and your aura reflects your magic. Yours is like glass made of starlight or diamond dust. It bends the light to blend with the energy around you in the area. It's... different." One thing she hoped for was that he wouldn't ask about her own because it was the only one she couldn't see. Though she imagined it would be dark and fractured if she could see it much like her mind.

she reaches for him. he feels the warmth of her hand near his face. it sends a chill down his back, ice cold pin prick along his skin. he swallows harshly as he looks down at her. his eyes moving over her face. he doesn't know what to say to her or what to expect just then. he simply stands there looking down at her. feeling something tighten in his chest. is he scared of her? of what she says? he's not sure what he feels standing there. she hasn't tried to hurt him in any sort of way. and yet something still tugged at him, something that screamed danger at him with every bloody step that he took in this place.

she unnerves him when she says he has magic. he's not even sure what that means. he's been told such strange things, hasn't he? ever since he had left home so many people had told him that he was more than what he thought. he doesn't like the sound of it. the way it feels almost foreign in his head. beating wildly inside of him. he doesn't like the feeling that she's digging into him, seeing what others said but never would explain. although he had never heard that word before. aura. he cocks his head to the side as he looks at her, studying her face a moment. she has an interesting face, in spite of the strangeness of it she's rather attractive, her pale hair, those endless eyes. it's more unnerving that she's actually attractive. it makes him feel more and more like the bloody idiot that he knows he is. he shouldn't have come here. "what's an aura?"

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The princess had been raised to treat half fae and humans as less than, but there were so few of them under the mountain that it was hard to fully understand them. Even then the ones that did live among her their families had been there for centuries just like her. Seeing someone new, something new, was a treat that she hadn't ever fully allowed herself to dream about until now. So while it looked like she was staring through him or past him her attention was fully locked on him and his curious aura. Humans never had magical auras that she had noticed, but something touched him like a little twinkling starlight which intrigued her.

"Fine." Wynter pouted like a petulant child at not being able to call him her pet. What was she to call him though? "If you don't want me to call you my pet what should I call you then? You're not a prisoner. Neither of us are now that the barrier is down." She licks her lips as if she can taste the freedom just like the juice of a berry on them. Perhaps she should see if he wanted to return to his home and maybe if she was lucky she could go with him since she did always want to know what was out there. "I can't very well call you my lover..." A pause. "Unless?" A manic giggle slips from her as that glass cracks a little at the idea and she waves her hand as shadows bring her glass of wine closer. Taking a sip she peers at him over the rim of the glass. "What are you, Mat?"

he hadn't exactly believed this place had existed. but everyone was always going on about looking for it. there were whole groups that went in search of the place, some never returning, some coming back empty handed. but the adventure of it had intrigued him. ever since he could remember he had dreamed of the day that he would be the one to have found it. and he had been. which now he wasn't so sure if he regretted it or not. the feeling was a heavy one now that he sat there with her. this place was odd, to say the least, and the people - well, wynter was even moreso.

he winces at what she calls him, looking away from her and the bowl of fruit that was set out before him. he looks around the place, feeling an edge of suffocation coming on him suddenly. he adjust the scarf at his neck before he turns to look at her. his eyes take her in a moment. the fall of her white hair, her pale skin, her blue eyes that seem to peer through him? past him? he wasn't sure which. but ever since coming here, being in her presence, he's felt a little off kilter, dizzy. he swallows harshly. "i won't eat it if you keep saying things like that."

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Mat made it too easy to toy with him which was part of what made her like him so much. He was entertaining, easy on the eyes, and a curiosity with that little shimmering aura of his. Not to mention something about the way that he pulled at his scarf when she has unsettled him stirs something within her she hasn't quite pinned down yet. What did he think when she looked at him like this, just staring at him like she is trying to read him like a book? Did he wonder if this was the day she was going to snap and end him? Or did he think there was something more to her stare than just her trying to understand how a human had a little big of unexplained magic on him? One thing is certain is she did want him to look back at her and when he did a little playful smile played on her lips making her look more like she was going to invite him closer than anything else.

Oh yes, she wanted something from him, but she was unsure if he could even give that to her. Wynter moves to open her mouth to answer his first question only to close it as he walks towards her with that uneasy smile. Her eyes track him like a predator tracks prey holding preternaturally still as if she thinks that one movement will cause him to think twice about this and run the other direction. The only thing that moves is her head once he's got that hand on the back of her chair and she is looking up into his face. Her pale eyes move over his face slowly - studying him - before she gives him a sickly sweet smile. "I think a great many things sometimes too many at once. Though this time..." She reaches up as if she's going to touch his face, but her hand just grazes the air close to his head as she strokes what he cannot see. "I was studying your aura. It shimmers like diamond dust, but has no true color to it some times it seems to reflect what is around it. Almost like it is trying to convince the surroundings you are part of them so you cannot find harm." Her voice when she is talking about this sounds far off and kind of dreamy with her eyes not fully focusing on anything. "It's odd. Humans don't usually possess magic."

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she unnerves him half of the time. well, actually most of the time. he can never guess what she's going to do next. she seems to relish that thought. or he thinks so. the woman acts like she wants him constantly on his toes, about half an inch from jumping out of his own skin. he can feel it, the sharpness of her gaze on him. the way that one look from her seems to peel back a part of him, get underneath the skin. he doesn't like the twisting feeling. he'll never get used to it, to her. he's not sure what she wants him to do. go on acting like he doesn't feel her eyes on him or look at her.

with a hard swallow he turns to look at her. there's a coldness to her when he looks at her, with her pale hair and light eyes he feels a deep chill. it's tough, isn't it? to not wonder what she's thinking though. what goes on in that head of her's. he wonders if it's like an endless torrent, a quiet cold, or if she's more out of it than she acts sometimes. "do you want something?" he asks, adjusting the scarf around his neck. it's starting to feel a little bit like a noose lately. he doesn't like the memories that draws back up. he smiles, but it's tight, uneasy. "least you could do…" he adds, walking towards her. he places his hand on the back of the chair she's sitting on. "…is tell me what you're thinking when you do that. it's starting to get weird."