The four sisters, Lunae, Mōna, Kairos and Selene, were beloved by witches and fae alike. Their presence in the night sky, a warning to that which writhed in the dark that its presence was not welcomed.

Lunae the First Moon and God of Dreams, not only allows the people to envision lands of fancy and joy, but permits oneself to look inward and understand the soul.

Mōna the Second Moon and God of Lullaby, in the days when the universe was young, her song would often be heard on the wind, lulling the people to rest. After the horrors that occurred to their fourth sister however, her song can now only be heard from the highest peaks where Tempus’ wind is at its strongest.

Kairos the Third Moon and God of Fortune, fickle and inconsistent in her gift of luck to the people. If her gaze falls upon you, it is said that luck aplenty will visit your hearth.

Selene the Fourth Moon and God of [REDACTED]. Not much is known of what Selene was like. All that is known in modern knowledge is that she shone so brightly, she could be seen in the days light. This luminance is what would be the unfortunate Gods downfall. Coldly murdered by her three other sisters, jealous of her light. Upon her death was a new emotion born and the God Thoth alongside it. God of Wrath and Rage.

Once a year, on the anniversary of Selene’s death, it is said that Thost makes the sisters bleed, so that they may never forget their crime. A reminder to never covet that which they do not already possess.

In their deep and unending sadness, Lucis and Raevern eclipse the sky of light, so that all can feel their loss. The loss of Selenes light.

From 'Celestial Beings: The Fourth Sister'. Author- Remi Moonfare

There was nothing. Nothing at all on this suspect's wrap sheet. Yet, there was something about their flat that screamed 'I regularly commit crime'. There was no evidence of major crime, just a lot of small-time offences. Most of which were from nonsense laws, hundreds of years old.

Kal sighed. This was going to be a long night. Looking into the interrogation room she could see her fellow Seelies were getting absolutely nowhere with the witch in question. If anything, it looked like the suspect was interrogating them. Seelie Witch Wendy, aptly nicknamed 'Which Wendy', due to the many personas she weaponises in the interrogation room, looked like she was about to pull her hair out. Lero Rero on the other hand looked extremely pleased with themselves despite that same deadpan expression they wore as a constant. Wendy stood abruptly and charged out of the room.

“HERE! You can deal with it before Thost takes me!” She shoved the case notes into Kal's chest before stomping off down the hallway.

Well that was new.

Just who was this Lero Rero? Kal looked through their info one more time. An orphan with ‘an unfortunate constitution’, after being kicked out of another orphanage, they were left outside the House of Unfortunates Orphanage in the Under Brim at age 11. At age 43 they graduated from the Etymon Academy and were immediately hired as a researcher for the Etymos Research Guild. 

“Magick is... unknown. Field of study is.. hmm... lesser fae, magick creatures and their habitats.” Well, that explains all the creatures, including the endangered pink Lucifae still snoozing around her neck. Did they have permits?

Kal was summoned from her thoughts as the door once again slammed shut. Surprising that Seelie fae Lukas lasted as long as he did in the room. He was a renowned hothead and winner of the monthly 'wrong arrests' award- a competition no-one actually wanted to be the winner of. Looks like this one will get added to his list as well.

“Ughhhh what's with that scrawny lil witch!?” His hand slammed into the wall. “They wont give anything up!”

“Perhaps there's nothing to give up?” Kal stated calmly. She had been under the impression that they were simply going to ask the witch some questions- not arrest them.

“Tch! They're guilty of somethin' big, I can feel it in me gut!” There it was- the phrase that Lukas was so often guilty of saying when he was dragged into the captains office to explain himself. Surprising really that he was still allowed to work as a Seelie. Kal regularly had a 'gut' feeling herself on cases. But she always investigated it first. Lukas' had a habit of skipping that part. 

“Look Kal! The captain wants this thing solvin', she'd probably be fine with us pinning it on someone. It aint that big a deal.” He said, so casually as if he weren't talking about ruining another's life for his own convenience.

“Mind your mouth brat,” Kal shot him a warning glare and he immediately shut up. His countenance changed, “Oh? No longer feeling cocky Lukas?” Kal closed the distance between them until Lukas was fully pressed up against the wall with no escape route in sight. “I would suggest you not use that brain of yours and start doing things by the book,” her voice lowered, “Or it'll be you I arrest.”

“E-easy Kal! I was jokin'! I swear!” He scrambled to the side before making his escape- tail firmly between his legs. Tch... scumbag. It wasn't unusual, this lack of care for others, especially when everyone was so overworked, with seemingly no reduction to crime rates in sight. It wouldn't stop Kal from trying to do it the right way. No one was guilty until it was proven otherwise and although she had suspicions about this one, her gut feeling was that they weren't guilty of anything but caring. The creatures in the flat were well looked after, endless notes on what was needed for their care, possible return locations alongside the locations on where they were found in the first place. What intrigued her more though, was the question she found. Scribbled over and over in notes.

Why were they here?

The same question, over and over to the point of obsession. Was this Lero's current research project? Kal shook her head. That's not exactly what she was here to investigate, but she'd look into it if it became relevant. She closed the case folder, tapping it on her shoulder in thought. “Ughhhh this is hurting my brain,” she muttered, pushing her hand through her hair, “let's just get to investigating.”

A deep breath, and through the door she walked. Kal said nothing as she sat down. Through her mind, memories of her training went racing. This wasn't her specialty but she could go toe to toe with some of the worst if the situation called for it. Her hulking body and clothing were sometimes enough to persuade the odd slip of the tongue. She began flicking through the case notes again, as if she didn't know its contents from back to front.

Again, she said nothing. Make them squirm. Don't give the cocky ones the satisfaction. Ignore them. The smart ones often knew they were smart, and oh how it killed them to be ignored, to not be the centre of attention-

“Pffft...” Lero started smirking, their eyes deadpan. “Is that a so-called technique too?” Their head cocked to the side. Cheeky. The straightforward approach it is then.

“Hah!” A chuckle escaped Kals lips. “Listen, I don't think it was you but I trust you about as much as I can throw yo-”

“So... a lot then?” Lero asked, no longer smiling. Was that a serious question? Kal took them in, her eyes wandered as she pondered. A strange one is this witch. A mischievous looking pumpkin bell swung from the tip of their traditional witches hat. Frayed around the edges and the same colour as Kals favourite marmalade. It obscured much of their face. Except when speaking Kal had noted. When Wendy or Lucas were talking, Lero had concealed their face, but when responding, they looked up and straight into their eyes. It was no different with her. The hat, like much of Lero's other attire, was far too large for them and was only prevented from falling via the witches pointed ears. Witches in general had round ears unless they had fae blood, but it was a very rare occurrence. Lero's ears were pointed and almost elf-like in shape. Were they of mixed blood?

Their dusky brunette hair was fluffy. Somewhat unkempt and framed their bespectacled face. Feathers, beads, leaves and... was that fur sticking out of their hair? The frames were perfectly round but far too large to be considered sensible. Regardless, they did nothing to hide their lightless eyes, dispassionate in their countenance. They gave away nothing. Any emotion was shown solely via thin lips.

Hanging from their shoulders was their dark moss coloured coat. It drowned them in far too much fabric. It was thick, and like Lero's hat, was frayed and well worn. Its two front pockets mirrored its master's dead eyes whilst the edge of the coat started at the witches midriff and fell like a crescent moon down to their ankles. It gave the appearance of a screaming creature. Long shorts, with far too many dimensional pockets, had the head of the seelie booking staff in tears. Kal wouldn't have been surprised if the poor fae was still categorising and labelling the cacophony of belongings the researcher had been carrying around. To finish off, black and white striped socks and huge old boots- a thousand times mended.

“Hello?”

Kal was immediately awoken from their visual investigation. “Are the lights on in that brain of yours?” Lero questioned- boredom looked about ready to take them.

“Excuse me?” Kal responded

“I would like to know just what I've been arrested for...” They swung their legs under the table, their feet unable to reach the floor. Kal pinched the bridge of her nose. Most likely Lukas' doing- a juvenile attempt at making suspects uncomfortable. The man had a ridiculous collection of chairs.

“There have been a spate of burglaries and other small crimes in The Under Brim.”

“My flat was robbed and you think I'm responsible for it?” Lero interrupted. Not a hint of emotion. Cold and matter of fact.

“I don't. My colleague is, well he's a bit hot headed,” Kal sighed again, “ I can give you the name of a good legal wit-”

“Don't bother.” Lero interrupted again, waving their hand. Continuously apathetic and disinterested in the conversation. “If I'm not charged with anything I can leave correct?”

Oh no you don't.

“Not quite. You're going to help me. That way I can keep a close eye on you until I can prove who the culprit is.” Kal explained. Lero raised an eyebrow.

“Why exactly would I do that?”

“If you want this list of contraband back you will. Not a single permit in sight.” It wasn't unheard of for the Seelies to have assistance from the Etymos Guild. Blackmail, however, was not Kals usual move. It went against her moral code. But there was something about this witch that made the detective act on impulse. Kal certainly did not describe herself as an intellectual but even she was amazed by what she had read of Lero's research.

It was odd then, that she hadn't ever heard of this researcher before. They should have at least some renown. Or at the very least, be able to afford to live somewhere safe and buy better fitting garments. Was Lero targeted because of who they were? Or because of what they had?

“N...no! My critters!” Kal was abruptly summoned from her thoughts to Lero showing the most emotion she had seen from them all day. “You took my Scruggle, Lumni and...” the witch looked about ready to pass out. Making their way down the list they blurted out the names of their beloved illegal belongings and specimens. Occasionally they would angrily peek at Kal with an accusatory look, as if she were in the wrong.

“As a researcher for Etymos, I believe we should be able to work something out.” Kal smirked. Lero Frowned.

Gotcha!