Claire ap Ailil (Sidhe Wilder): She pulls out her cellphone, and begins to call, "Yes, 'Here I come to save the Fae foundation? I'm Dame Claire ap Ailil and I have three childlings to..." A pause, "Uh huh? No room? You're kidding. Can you reccomend... no. I'm in Kansas City. Firnost. yes? Yes I realize it's no place for childlings in the long term. Hence my call. What? I rescued them... no no , you misundersand. I saved them from the flood, I am not volunteering to watch over... no don't hang up on me!" A frustrated look, "Oh for crying out..." She dials another "Yes, Count Darkheart? Yeah, it's me, Claire? that's right, the one who shoved that sword in Sir Brem's instep. I know House Ailil , we are't known for our charity, but what you say to fostering three commoner children as a charity. One Pooka, one sluagh, and a satyr girl... " A nod, "Yes, I...training? Yes, they could make good spies. Assassination potential? You... know, I'll get back to you . I think some Gwydions just entered the room and yes yes... they never understand." She hangs up. "Okay, why did I even call a guy named 'dark heart' for that... sheesh"