#we're pretending he said spymaster of the spring court bc this was pre change

[fataviam]

the spymaster surveyed him with a cool expression before responding. ❝ you are not mistaken, high lord. ❞ they said in a level voice. before coming to the night court, there had been an extensive preparation process ⎯⎯⎯⎯ niamh knew all of the faces, scents, and auras of each high ruler and their inner circle. she silently thanked their high ruler for their trust. moving stealthily in and out of the courts, winnowing in to catch sight of her targets and disappearing as they pleased, proved to be incredibly helpful. a faint smile quirked the corner of their lips as they addressed him again. ❝ i do hope you are enjoying your time tonight, zacreus. ❞

as they turned towards him zacreus realized he was in the company of the summer court emissary. he hadn't spoken to them before, but zacreus had come prepared to the night court - he didn't like showing up without knowing in whose company he might end. "this is?" he said with a question and walked forward, peering out the huge doors she seemed to have settled in. "hmm-" he cooed and watched the skies from above before turning to her, watching her eyes, watching her in a way which would feel uncomfortable to most, but as a high lord being able to understand who's the company you were keeping was given. "you might be right-" he turned so his figure stood straight towards her and a knowing smile was upon his lips. "you are the emissary of the spring court or am I mistaken?"