[Rushing through the crowd, the serpents that notice me move out of the way respectfully. Once in the center of the mob, my garnet gaze moves from the shouting viper, to the bristled crow. The viper's words cut off as his jeweled optics meet mine, whether avian or serpiente, I can still see the fear, or hesitation at meeting my gaze. More so in the avians as their legend forms the beliefs that the Cobriana line, my line, could kill a man with a mere look. Of course I know it is not true not since the fall of Maeve's coven that is, and my people –should- know this, but it does not change the fearful way they turn away from my gaze when I am given to anger. Even my #Danica had trouble meeting my gaze for months after we had mated. Their fears are all unfounded, no cobra since Kiesha herself could kill with a glance though our eyes are blood stained as hers were. I take a step forwards, situating myself between the viper I know to be a bit of a hot head, he would rival my own family's inherited temper, and the crow, a simple man just wishing to trade in our markets. I knew the crow well, he created fantastic meals and had been invited to cook for the royal family a time or two. Speaking to the viper, gaze narrowed as I attempt to keep my emotions in check, a feat not often attempted with our kind] What is the problem here? And make it quick, Tobias, #Danica has already landed at the hawks keep and I have not had chance to leave yet. [Our bouncing from the palace to the Hawks Keep was wearing on me, while I did not mind the Keep, nor the feathered ones there, #Danica's mother always made the stay…trying. #Nacola never cared for me much, even now in times of peace she is a trying one. Perhaps it is merely her role as my disapproving mother-in-law to cause me grief. The viper begins to stutter as he attempts to explain what went on before I arrived, the crow cuts in when the viper says something the crow did not see as fact. Both begin bantering back and forth over my shoulder, the viper's voice rising by the second] SILENCE! [I lift a hand to each, cutting both off] Victor, I may not be your Deinte but I am Alistiar to the Tuuli Thea and that makes you susceptible to my word, not to mention you are on –my- land. [Both the crow and viper stare at me incredulously, my outburst obviously frightened them, both knowing if I was so inclined to do so I could rid the earth of both of them before they could even blink. I stand there, watching both cautiously before continuing.] Good, now, I want a full written account of all that transpired here to cause the argument. Anyone who has witnessed, feel free to do the same. #Irene will take those in my absence. I will deal with this matter upon my return. Understood? [Both men nod, as I turn, making my way back through the market where I know my personal guard, Ailbhe, a white viper who has stood by my side even in his sister, Adelina's treason, and Erica Silvermead a sparrow of the Royal Flight. A few other guards from both the palace guard and the Royal Flight were on horseback, Ailbhe holds the reins of my horse as I mount, giving a nod to him. The white viper begins to lead the way through the forest, our journey beginning. Crossing over from the serpiente lands and into the avian territory, merely a year ago, this would be a very dangerous journey, one I myself would no doubt be slaughtered on, as well as for the guard that ride with me. Now I have three members of the Royal Flight on my left side, and three members of the palace guard on my right, with the head of the palace guard leading the way, and second in command of the Royal Flight flanking. A mixed group that would never have been seen without bloodshed before #Danica and I joined forces and found peace. Of course, the scene in the market being a prime example, the war may be over and we may have a sense of peace…but what is it that we really have? Some sort of civil prejudice? The fights in the market are minor compared to the bloodshed of the war they follow. Maybe someday we will find the possibility of true peace…if not, then I don't know what we'll do. We can't continue to live in this manner and I nor #Danica will allow our people to return to war. I am not the only one to have lost family, #Danica has lost a father, a sister, a brother, and the Alistair who she grew up with. #Danica had once before confided in me that it was in fact my brother who took away the man she had grown to love, not as a lover should, but as a younger sister. I did not agree with the ways of the avians, especially when it comes to mating and I cannot bring myself to be entirely sorry for the loss, even if it did lead to my brother's death. Even in that same night, when I snuck into the Keep, blade in hand, prepared to slaughter the next in line to the avian throne…I was found standing in the room of my victim, unable to get over the beauty of the golden haired hawk-girl that lay there in slumber. I recall the way I reached out to run a hand down the cut on her face, she shivered visibly at my touch and I didn't dare repeat the action lest she wake. I fell in love that night, even if it took me years to realize it. I forever thank the Mistari for their obscured suggestion that I take that hawk as my mate. The bird may have been her first Alistair but I pride myself in being the one she loves. The shifting of a few of the guard to my left as #Ailbhe moves to ride beside me, jolts me from my thoughts, his eyes slit as a serpents, skin covered in a pale white scaled substance, and I knew even before he opened his mouth to speak there would be snake fangs shown. All of the guards were traveling in their half forms. I stayed human, preferring it that way, especially if #Danica plans to meet us. #Ailbhe's lips part, forming and sounding a single phrase, "We are nearly there."]