Shaylee watches with intent as the servants bring out the food, and gently line the dishes in a row along the middle of the table. Ryder tenses beside her, noticing the icy stare sent in their direction from Provence. It wasn't a direct stare per say, more of a subtle corner of the eye glance. Charlise, noticing the awkward tension, cleared her throat abruptly. "So how did the two of you meet?" The orange juice Ryder was once sipping, was now being restrained in his mouth as he coughed rapidly.

"How do you mean sister?" Dayle piped up from down the table, gently placing slices of ham on his plate. Charlise shot him an odd look, and shrugged casually. "It's just a question." Her pure gold fork twisted between her slender fingers, as a smile fluttered her lips. "Just wondering about the," She paused, "Nature of their relationship." A few of her siblings exchanged knowing glances, trying to hide their smiles. Shaylee cleared her throat, "I believe we met at school, sometime."

Ryder glanced between the red haired girl, and the royal Fae seated around the table. "Looked lonely, so I decided to introduce myself." Ryder shrugged, spooning some vegetables onto his plate.Shaylee's expression looked like one of offence, "I wasn't lonely, quite content before you showed up."

Tristan giggled from down the table, his cheeks tinting the faintest bit of pink. "I can see this will turn out to be a twelve against one scenario." Ryder smiled half-heartedly and shovelled some steamed potatoes on his plate. The brunch remained eerily silent, with nobody knowing exactly how to approach each other. Titanus cleared his throat, making the eyes of everyone snap up. "So Shaylee," He paused, swallowing some wine then adjusting his slanted crown. "How long-" He waved his gold fork between Ryder and Shaylee. "Do the two of you plan on staying with us?" She glanced nervously at Ryder, unsure how to answer the pending question. "Well," Shaylee set her fork down, "Just as long as you'd like father, it's so kind of you all to let us stay here in the first place."

"We appreciate the kindness." Ryder adds.Provence set down her wine goblet, clearing her throat. "Well, you must have an estimated date." Her eyelashes batted, as she stared Shaylee down. "You must have lives to get back to."Ryder shrugged, "Nothing of importance, or urgency, your highness."Provence's smile stretched thin, and she lifted her goblet up to her lips, sipping some wine. "Provence is fine." And that was the last of the topic, for now.Kallistia was the next to speak, "So, Shaylee." She set down her spoon, "Have you figured out your ability yet?"This was the question she'd been dreading. Ryder glanced at her from the corner of his eyes, the expression in them seemed unchanged. But she knew what he was getting at, 'don't say a thing.' Nessa had already warned her in advance, that exposing yourself like that, by revealing your ability was a sure way to get yourself killed. Or worse, give them the chance to find your weakness. She shrugged nonchalantly, "I don't know, I've only just learnt about." She paused as if searching for the right words, "All of this."

"You should join us in training then," Colin interjected, expression as icy as ever. "We could help you figure out the," A pause, "Power you possess."

Shaylee shifted awkwardly in her chair, "Ryder could train m-""-We insist." Piped up Daemon.And as she looked into the hopeful eyes of each of her siblings, she realised there was no way she could weasel her way out of the situation. "Well if you guys insist..."Joshuane squealed lightly, hands clapping together. "Sibling bonding time! Whoop whoop!"She tried to match his enthusiasm, "Whoop whoop?" But the words came out flatter than expected.

Calador tapped on the door, a soft exhale flowing from his lips. Hurried footsteps are heard from the opposite side of the door, and then a mere moment later the door is swung open. Standing there is a tall, lanky man with tousled brunette hair, and evident purple eye bags. His white button up shirt was half un-done, with one of his pale brown suspenders hanging down by his knees. At the sight of Calador, the man's tired expression becomes more pleased. "Ah Cal! Come in, come in!" The man ushered, shutting the door behind them.

A grin made its way onto his face, as he watched the taller man gently close the door. "Long time no see, detective." He chuckles, plonking a long yellow envelope onto the man's desk. The detective turns around with a coy smile, and in four swift steps is mere inches from Calador's face. The man scoops Calador's hands into his, making the halfie look up at the brunette's towering figure. 

Without breaking eye contact, Calador's hands are lifted to the man's lips where he begins to plant small kisses along his knuckles. "I think formality is long gone."

Calador suspires, "Hermes..." Hermes pauses his kisses, and watches as Calador takes a step back. "I'm sorry," The words come from Calador's mouth weakly, as he hands Hermes the yellow envelope. "Just here delivering the money..." Hermes' muddy brown eyes shift towards the outstretched payment, and he takes it in his hands limply. 

Calador rocks back and forth on his heels, as he watches Hermes sift through the money as if checking it was all there. "Thanks for covering our asses, again... I swear we were ambushed."

Hermes simply hums in response, making Calador's lips press firmly together. "Look I'm sorry, we can't... the ris-""How's Ryder?" Hermes cut him off, briefly glancing up from the money."Actually," He started, noticing how Hermes' eyes trained on him from the oddness of his tone. "He's with Shaylee Davey..." Hermes' eyes widened, "They went up to the fae castle, to go under cover. We haven't heard back from either of them yet, but Vlarissa's car was dropped off in her backyard."

The yellow envelope was dropped back onto the detective's desk, and anxiously he began to pace. "Herm? What's wrong?" Were the words that tumbled from his lips, as he watched the shapeshifter shift forms drastically: pacing pig, old lady, then a replica of Calador himself. "Herm? What is it?" Calador was at the man's side in an instant, cupping a horse's front hooves in his hands. 

Hermes shifted back to his normal form, his expression painted with one of fret. "I had a dream, well it was more sort of a vision? Maybe a daydream?" Hermes began, exhaling rapidly. "I think it may tie to the prophecy." Calador's eyes widened at the detective's words, and almost instantly he felt his chest rise and fall rapidly. "I know that very few underworlders believe the 'prophecy' most think it's a fake, but I swear Calador." Hermes' eyes looked pleading, "It's real, and if what I saw ties to it... Shaylee and Ryder may be in grave peril."

"It's element resistance, so you'll have an edge over Charlise. Kallistia, and Minnie have the crappiest powers. But Kallistia is very resourceful when it comes to combat. Tristan is a bit crafty, with the camouflage and all, so be aware of him. I think mainly you'll have to look out for the twins and Neveah, the twins like to trick us and will go back in time if things don't play out they're way. Neveah can predict your next move before you even think of it, so try to be unpredictable." Emielle rambled, making Shaylee grin. 

"Thanks for the tips."

A soft laugh escaped Shaylee's lips as she exited her walk-in-robe, she posed dramatically leaning against the doorframe with one hand on her hip. "How do I look?" Emielle gasped, hands flying to cover her mouth. "You look stunning!" Emielle squealed, as Shaylee began to twirl in her leather jumpsuit. It was way out of her comfort zone revealing more cleavage then she'd like, but it fit her like a glove. "I thought we'd be around the same size." Emielle says closing in on Shaylee, with her braid flicking over the shoulder of her leather suit. "Do you like it?"

Shaylee smiled softly, adjusting the zipper near her breasts. "I love it, you have amazing taste." She gushes tying her hair into a loose ponytail. Emielle adjusts the collar of her younger sister's suit, and pulls two strands of hair out to frame Shaylee's face. "Perfect."

A small blush swept Shaylee's cheeks, as she rushed towards her bed in search of her phone. "Hey Em?" Emielle hummed in response, adjusting her emerald green coloured suit. "Have you seen my phone?" She asked, throwing a pink cushion to the floor. "Last time I saw it- it was here."

The reflection of Emielle in the mirror frowned, and with knitted brows she hurried over to help her search. "I can't find it," Shaylee panicked, yanking back her blanket. "I saw a message from Calvin before, but I haven't responded yet. They're probably worried sick..."

"Okay, okay, try to calm down." Emielle reassured, watching as the once neat room turned into utter chaos. "Maybe we can get Ryder to call it?"Shaylee sprung up, "Yes, let's do that." So with Shaylee rushing out of the room, and Emielle following behind, a message dinged on Shaylee's phone.

"Shaylee call me, it's urgent.'" She read aloud, throwing the phone onto the table in front of her. She ran a hand through her blonde hair, and yanked open her dresser drawers to hide the phones. "Honey?" Titanus' voice called from the bathroom, her eyes widened and rapidly she threw underwear on top of the phone's to hide them. 

"Provence? Honey?" She slammed the drawers, and turned towards her husband with a soft smile. "Yes?" Provence replied, leaning against the dresser as her husband exited the bathroom. Titanus leant against the doorframe, a broad smile on his lips. 

"I'm going to go watch the kids in combat, it's Shaylee's first one." He reminded, making her smile stretch thin. "Are you coming to watch?"

She smiled softly, walking over to him and planting a soft kiss against his jawline. "Wouldn't miss it for the world."