Like spiderwebs. Fragile wisps that spilled out delicate and ethereal. Invisible to many the common eye but she would see them all, those fragile threads of life. Weaving and stretching out. Those threads seeming so breakable, as if a mere touch would send them falling apart as if they were going to fall and flow on the fissures of the breeze. Yet Roisin knew better. After so many years amongst those threads that were visible only to her eyes and the eyes of the current Queen of the High Court, the Heart of Faerie herself knew the bind those threads could hold. That they could be as strong as steel no matter how delicate they seemed.

In her private chambers she was surrounded by them, the exposed delicate curve of the soles of her feet touching to the floor as the threads fell around her as the wisps of silvery gleam. The gleam would caress her skin as if the exterior tendrils of fate threads, the paths of life were in touch upon her skin, a gleam that would draw toward her as a moth to flame. Only closer looks revealed that the delicate filigree of silver was shining from beneath her skin, revealed that the fate lines were part of her.

Quiet reflection, alone in her chambers seemed the best option in these moments where she had assessed and read the life threads. Roisin while seeming the most delicate and vulnerable of the sisters was if anything the strongest when it came to her gift. Even Tierney would not dare to cross her hand of power as the future Queen of the Winter Court against Roisin.

Eyes of pale blue fire searched over the threads, touching on those that shone with significance to her. Of course there was always the opportunity to manipulate and influence the threads but Roisin better then any knew the price that could weigh on the soul for those minor adjustments. The life thread of Jacinta was touched upon, a shining ribbon of fire gold it was that was now in the beginning of a gentle interlacing and crossing now with the iridescent thread that was the obvious imprint of Puck.

Roisin had no interest in her own thread. So visible was the rosy moon pearl sheen of it glistening against the sooty ember smolder of her consort?s own thread. A dismissive glance to them though there was a delicate smile for once again she had found her consort as she had so many times before. Hephaestus had been right in his notice that the notorious nature of the Malloy sisters seemed to have never interfered with the life of the Heart of Faerie. A glacier blue strand seeming to cut right through the strong cord of ebon black was considered with a perked brow as she leaned back in her chair, the silver filigree marked fingertips of gold pressed under her chin as they were evaluated. Tierney?s life had always been an interesting thread and now bound to the Savage Beast of the once man? Roisin could not help but wonder of where that life would lead.

However, beyond it all she found her true purpose of her evaluation and consideration of those threads. Beyond it all standing out as near a glistening black diamond in the midst of all the other jewels was the velvety thread of Sidonie Malloy?s life. Roisin could not help but frown as the glisten of it seemed day by day to become so much darker, duller, smudged in darkness. Roisin knew well that Sidonie had declined Auberon?s intentions, for the reason and sense of betrayal from the Fae King, yet Roisin also knew that the fate threads had a greater significance and purpose when it came to Auberon?s destiny and path. But still there was Sidonie? and no matter how much a part of the Dark Court as the Black Swan was, Roisin could not help but fear the darkness lingering around Sidonie?s thread.