Sarah shifted anxiously, the wait was driving her nuts. Arawn was taking forever! He was supposed to have been in and out, not taking an hour! He had told her that he had a gift for her, but she wasn't allowed in with him. The look in his eye was… Solemn. It wasn't the Arawn she had come to know, jovial and rarely ever as serious as he was portrayed in the old stories. Frowning, she shifted from foot to foot before groaning and glancing around. Down the street a little ways she could see a café. Deciding that it was too blustery to want to wait where she was, she decided to walk down and grab a cup of something.

They'd left Dagda at what she had begun to call home, she had been taught so many things. One of her favorites happened to be scrying, she'd been shown the various forms, but her affinity was with water. Maybe because she was ice? She wasn't sure, but of course her weakest was fire. So perhaps it really was because she was ice and water was just another form of it. Shaking her head, she perused the menu.

Stepping up to the counter and waiting almost but not quite impatiently for them to notice her, "I'll take the largest cup of Chai you have. Whichever one is the sweetly spicy one. Iced. Please." With that said, she tossed some bills on the counter and stepped to the side. Sighing, she eyed the pastries before deciding she didn't want one. Not at the moment anyway.

Hearing the large Chai called out, she meandered over, grabbed it and went to wander the store. It was more than just a café, it was apparently a book shop as well. There were book shelves scattered all throughout the store. Sipping on her Chai, she eyed the books. That was one thing that hadn't changed, she was still a book whore. There was no doubt about it, she loved to read.

As she walked, she began to see sigils, invisible to the mortal eye but clear as day to the Immortal. After all the teaching and discussions she had had with both Arawn and Dagda, she now knew that there were so many more things in the world. Both Above and Below. She had also learned that the Above effected the Below, as Above, so Below. Furrowing her brow, she followed the sigils. Reaching the end, her eyes widened. It was a class.

Before her sat a dozen little ones. They all appeared to be Sidhe, which was odd. She hadn't thought that there were that many Sidhe in the Above, apparently she was wrong. Sliding in, she let herself rest against the wall. Just observing the class. The children were so involved with the lesson, they didn't even realize she was there. Their teacher however, glanced up and kept a wary eye on her.

Settling even further against the wall, she slowly sipped on her Chai, letting the lesson sink into her thoughts. Laughing softly, she realized just how closely Dagda and Arawn had kept to the lessons these young Fae were being taught. Granted, she had moved on fairly quickly, in the beginning it was just as basic as theirs was. Feeling Arawn's presence, she tilted her head to look at him.

"Took you long enough m'lord." She murmured.

"You weren't where I left you."

"You took too long, it was cold and windy. I decided to walk down here… I spotted the café."

"Fine, fine. Yes, I took longer than I expected I would. Brilliant though on following the sigils in the café."

"Thank you."

With that they both settled in to watch the class. As they covered things that Sarah hadn't been taught, she would murmur questions to Arawn, causing him to frown, he thought that they had covered many of these things. Apparently not. He and Dagda would have to fix that. Soon, the class was ending, their teacher nodding goodbye to them as their parents came to get them.

"May I ask who you are and why you stood watching my class?" The teacher, a dark haired man with the greenest eyes she'd seen asked while walking up to them.

"I am Arawn. If you don't know who I am… Well, read up on your history little Fae. As to who she is… Ask her."

The man turned to Sarah, eying her, she didn't look visibly Fae. She did however have the beauty usually associated with the Fair Folk. Dark hair, fair, unblemished skin, and her eyes… Oh her eyes. They were a green-gold-brown with flecks of… Dark green? Maybe a shade of black? They were absolutely gorgeous.

"And you? Who are you? You don't look very Sidhe to me."

Sarah let her other half out, just a teeny bit. Her hands turned to softly slowly claws, her canines sharpened, and her skin gained a soft fur like appearance. His eyes widened, not many had another form, nor were many cats. He bowed to her. She must be quite powerful if she had another form.

"I am Sarah. Would be Queen of the Labyrinth."

Oh shit. Oh shit. She was a Queen. She must have been the one who ran and won the Labyrinth. He slid to his knees, the Labyrinth was where he had been raised, Jareth was where his loyalty lay. He had come Above to teach, most of the Fae in the Above lacked teachers who remembered the Old ways, few remembered Arawn, which… Fuck. He had a Queen and one of the Old Gods standing with him. His eyes widening, he slid to his knees.

Sarah could feel the subtle cruelty that she had gained from the Labyrinth and Jareth coming to the fore, "Oh, now you realize who my companion is… I'll also bet that you call the Labyrinth your true home and that you owe allegiance to its King." Her smirk showed just a hint of fang, eyes turning a bit more gold than green or brown. "I am to be his Wife. I am to be his Companion. Do not speak a word of seeing us, meeting us. I have more to learn before I become his true Queen."

The teacher bowed his head, "Yes my Queen. He has chosen well, the Labyrinth will benefit from having you."

With that Sarah slid out of the room, going to the front of the café again. Ordering another Chai along with a couple of pastries this time, she sat down at a table. She knew Arawn was having his own chat with the teacher. Leaning back, she closed her eyes, allowing her less obvious Other features to disappear.

"You know who I am now, do you not?"

"I do."

"Name me."

"Arawn, king of the dead.

"Good. Very good. All end up in my realm at some point. Don't hasten your journey to my realm. Speak naught a word of the Old Ones walking the worlds once more. Or of Sarah. She has her own way of knowing things… She is truly a Child of the Mother." Arawn's eyes were dark, his bearing ominous.

"Yes my lord king. I will say nothing. I wish the both of you luck."

Nodding once at the teacher, Arawn spun on his heel and walked to where Sarah was sitting. Huffing, he saw she had ordered pastries for both of them, but no drink for him. Reaching over, he snagged her Chai from her hands, which caused her to open her eyes and glare at him.

"Well, if you had gotten me something to drink as well dearling, I wouldn't have had to steal yours."

Rolling her eyes, she flipped him off before standing to get them both something to drink. She was a Chai addict. Maybe she should bring some back with them… Shaking her head, she ordered herself yet another Chai, while she glanced back at Arawn then the menu… "I'll take an espresso with whole milk on the side, also can I get that chocolate on chocolate cake right there?"

"Sure miss. Anything else I can do for you?"

"No, thank you." If there was anything, her father did instill in her manners. Even if she didn't use them as often as she should anymore, the Sidhe in her had become the dominant in her personality. "Oh! If you could just bring it over to my table…" The barista and cashier both nodded, falling ever so slightly into her glamour.

"Now, Arawn dearest… What do you have for me?"

Laughing at her patience waning, he pulled a small box out of his jacket pocket. Setting it on the table, he slid it across to her. He was hesitant to give it to her, but… It needed to be done. He couldn't claim her in the way he truly wanted, his Mother would have his hide, along with Jareth… Sarah didn't belong to him, but by the Old Ones, he loved her. He was in love with her. He could admit that to himself.

"This is only part of what we have for you Sarah. Dagda has his own gift for you, but this… This is mine. Now open it will you?"

Slowly, she reached to where the box had stopped when he slid it across to her. Picking it up she glanced up at him through her lashes. She knew how he felt for her, she felt similar, but she knew where she belonged and she also knew that the feelings that she had for Jareth far outweighed what she felt for Arawn. Gently, she pulled the lid off of the box, feeling her mouth form an unsightly O.

"You… Really?!" Nestled in the box was a ring, set in it were three small cats eye gemstones. The ring it's itself appeared to be made of onyx. It was beautiful, lifting it out of the box, she realized that it was also engraved. Holding it closer to her so she could look at the designs, she realized it was waves, signifying her Other form and her affinity with water. "Thank you." It was all she could say.

"Come now dearling, let us see what Our Father has in store for you as well."