Succession of the Baneshrae

''This is a Lore Article & a Shifting Point of View. See Lore for more info. This is Out-of-Character knowledge.''

Succession of the Banshrae
Tecria was weary and looking forwards to celebrating a rare, small victory against the Summer Queen with her people. It was something they had desperately needed in this time of hardship.

Upon returning to the gnarled oak her people claimed as home, she was surprised to find them gathered under the core of the tree & not in varying states of assisting those wounded during the raid on the Autumn Tree. Pirius, a guard for the tribe noticed her arrival and strode to meet her out of the crowd. Mentally, he spoke to her:

"Tecria, I am gladdened to see you return from the Pool Where there is a Hole, the battle was fought bravely, though he have spent abundantly for our new friend's freedom."

"That is grand and brilliant dear Pirius, by why are we all gathered under the Roots and not celebrating in revelry in the winds of the forest?" she began to try to walk by Pirius, to discover the commotion going on under the Roots. A curiosity nagging her in a way only other fey could understand. Pirius stepped before the Roots to block her way.

"Tecria, we have spent much," he affirmed. This avoidance of what he truly meant was common for fey-folk, though Tecria, having been through a great deal already in the past day was finished with his pleasantries.

"What? What have we spent Pirius? I wish to celebrate with my people in song and drink. I want to hear the tring of the chimer's against the winds of joy." she aggravatingly pushed past the fey, and into the vicinity of the link-between-many, a side-effect of so many telepathic beings in one place. The whispers between her tribemates reached her mind.

"She's back."

"I wonder what she'll do?"

"Was it worth the loss?"

"The poor fool."

Tecria stopped on the edge of the link-between-many, a terrible and mournful knowledge hitting her like a wall as she came into contact with the other minds of her hive. Pirius, a sadness in his words, spoke out;

"Chief Soxta was felled in combat with the Summer Queen. Chief Tecria, the wind moans for you in your hour of grief."

Beyond the crowd of fey, a body of a father lay, adorned with purple flower buds and lit under the light of lightning bugs.