Crystal Fellowship (Season 6): A Force of Nature

I walk up to Faelor sometime during Iolanthe’s training and give a squeeze on the shoulder, letting the weight behind the gesture emphasize my need. I stutter a little in my speech, the words catching in my throat as I mumble,” Can we....t-talk... my friend?”
I turn my head slightly to see how has approached me. A blank stare is across my face as a answer the request " how can I help you Sir?"
“I need a shoulder to learn on. I’d rather we talk alone,” I whisper as I make my way towards a tent, my sandals digging into the ground as I shuffle forward in a mixture of guilt and grim acceptance.
pushing my silver braids behind my eyes. I let out a long breath "very well Sir " standing up and rolling my shoulders back I look down at the uneasy Half-elf. "Lead the way" I keep my face plan and unfeeling(edited)
I take a seat on some hay in a nearby tent and simply stare at the ground. I take my sandals off and lay them beside my feet, taking care not to be to rough with them. “I realize that... you are apathetic at the moment but... you are the one that....,” I let out a long sigh as I collect my thoughts and take a long shaky breath,” I think I’ve messed up our mutual alliance with Gig.”
I take seat on the ground in front of Nasdamn. I look right past him and respond " Okay. Well with all do respect Sir I would appreciate it if you did not sour that relationship any further. I'd rather Poppy not die due the faults of others." I turn my head and look to the active battlefield and start again "What of the other player in this game?"
“Of course,” I turn my gaze from you in slight disappointment in your cold nature though I should have known better,” what is this other player you speak of?”
I turn my head and my attention back to you and speak "That would be Targ of course." Tilting my head slightly I inquire " Has then been any efforts to contact them? "
“Oh... of course.... No not yet. I haven’t heard from Willis yet.” I stare at the ground and just let my hair block my vision as the fall in front of my face, my toes tapping against the ground before I mumble,” That’s all I wanted to tell you. I thought you needed to know... well someone needed to know.”
shaking my quickly try to snap myself out of my plan expression " I apologise greatly Sir. Please continue. " Smiling up at Nasdamn I give a nod to indicate my interest
“No no, it’s fine. I should have just stayed in my place and never initiated anything with Gig. It has been proven I am more of a performer than a diplomat,” I say with a reassuringly smile but my smile falters ever so slightly as I rise up to my feet and dust the hay from my shorts before sitting next to you. “Now let us discuss something new. For instance, you said the door to the Feywild was closing and I got my next task from Titania was to help you Sunder a string between a portal. Did anything interesting happen?”
Rolling my eyes " your astuteness always amazes me Sir" reaching into my side bag I pull out an ornament scroll with a golden frame and the bright Red seal of The Summer Court stamped on the center " My name is Faelor Swift liaison of Titania of the summer Court." * The scroll unravels in my hand as I hand it to you* Summary I am to head West to a very important site and desecrated it Beyond repair causing a large wound and the connection between the worlds the planes will be severed.(edited)
My joyful smile slowly shifts into concerned grimace as I read the note before finally settling upon a look of grim realizations and acceptance. “Well..,” I start, rubbing the few strands of stubble from my unshaven chin,” I can not say that I’m surprised. Obviously, if we are both damned here Titania stands to benefit greatly.... Have you decided what you’re going to do?"
" Well Sir.... I would have to say that all lines are pointing us to some sort of goal. What choice do we have to argue with fate?"
"We have EVERY RIGHT," I yell in feverish determination," Fate be damned. So what if a few things a put out of place because of us. What matters in the end is whether or not the world lives. If we cut ourselves off from the Feywild then signed our own grave stones, but the choice does not fall unto me. So I ask you again friend..." I take your hand and stare into your eyes with a new glint in my eyes, something you hand't seen from before I had engaged in my trial. Before, I had always had a spark of hope that flickered and swayed inside of my soul, igniting whenever the mood hit me before slowly fading into a calm flickering flame, but that flicker is now a roar. A star shines brightly inside of my heat, blinding me from failure, and showing me only the success of a better tomorrow. "Have YOU decided what you're going to do?"
Looking down at the ground. " Sir are you asking me to disobey an order from the queen and doom my home land to the same fate that plagues this world?"
"No friend. I'm ASKING you to make a choice. There has been a shift in power, and in this moment YOU decide," I release your hand, placing both of my palms on the side of your face and lifting your head up to look at me," If you sunder the string, then you save the Feywild. If you don't, then you've let Arhor'ha keep one of its greatest advantages over the demons. I can not begin to fathom the true extent of this situation upon you, but I can sympathize friend so I tell you this. Make this decision be your own."
Looking into your eyes "very well" taking your hands I gently remove them from my person. I let out a low grunt as I stand and turn to return to my tent
I let out a sigh of relief, thinking I've made some actual progress and just strum on my violin while humming a tune. "Eyes of purpose but a fist of stone, the Feywild's hero will stride alone, and there when the planes touch fingers and rest, the hero will travel to his final test, and all who stand against this warriors fight, beware, beware of Faelor's might."(edited)