Dust in the Dull Wind

Dear Noble Fae,

It has come to my most humble attention that the First Court has gone many a season without a proper commentator! But worry not, my kind fae-kin, for I, Lady Tittle-tattle, have generously taken it upon myself to spread news of their deeds near and far - no matter how nefarious they may be.

It comes as no surprise that Meyra the Ancient has become a favourite of our devious Lady Mab. Many mortals have died by coughing on her dust bunnies and, now, on the edge of her blade! But some say the old duster may have become too old for her own plots, having been captured by mortals. What a scandalous end to the bloodthirsty wallflower.

Speaking of blades, Vaelorien Velisaré Veylthorn has taken a new identity as a mortal. Strange to see a lady demean herself so by living among the mundane savages. Not to forget, the unseelie has chosen to protect mortals while living this lie. Methinks the lady protects too much - we must wonder what Lady Mab thinks of this new identity crisis.

Our most clever unseelie, Evren, has found themselves under the affections of a seelie noble! Caerwyn has all but confessed his love for Evren before the First Court. What must Eros think, being ousted from first position of love by an unseelie business-minded mogul? They say absence makes the heart grow fonder - fonder of another, it would seem. An unlikely pair: Ribbirt Bogstown and Felix have found a new joint hobby of spying on the mortals. One can only guess how long such a tedious alliance will last between a seelie and unseelie. This is a cat-eat-frog-eat-cat world, after-all. That is all for now, my dearest fae. May the next volume be sweet and timely! Tah-tah.