Procedings
Emily squirmed under the scrutiny of the five elders seated before her, almost as much as Derek squirmed sitting between a vampire and Fay of the court of winter. It was small consolation watching Sabine push small eddies of cold air towards him, frosting his eyelashes between blinks while she pretended to fan herself. Before long, he looked like a child that had dusted himself in snow to pretend to be Santa. The direness of her situation was the only thing keeping her from laughing at her self-appointed fairy godmother's antics. The vampire spoke up, not so much with an accent as with a lisp around his fangs. "My lady of the Winter court, would you please stop," he said in near perfect English, only with his s's stretched and his lips pursed. Sabine huffed and crossed her arms under her
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