Crane of the Unseelie Court
Almalthia walks the hallway of the mound to her cousin's chambers to escort Neirin to the court's favorite past time, a feast. Weary of always being on guard she sighed and reached up to run her fingertips over her rapiers on her back. It was a comfort touch. Like one would pet a dog or cat. No response needed just know its there. She dropped her hands and stops at the massive wooden door that lead to Neirin's rooms. She reached for the door handle and stopped. Last time she didn't announce her presence she almost walked in on him. She rolled her eyes and knocked.