Who: Conor and Silas What: A couple of old, weird Fae bond over being...old and weird? IDK, man. When: May 7, in the wee hours Where: Ice Garden Warnings: Will update as needed
The last guests had been rounded up, and any stragglers remaining...well, it was their own fault, if anything happened. Conor didn't really care, he was just happy his tent was empty again. They were moving today, and he was hoping it was to a colder, or at least more temperate, climate. He walked through the garden one more time, satisfied that there was nothing he needed to do right away.
He poked his head outside. The air was soupy, a sharp contrast to the cold, stiff fabric of the tent. But it was almost this side of bearable, and sometimes, Conor just missed being outside. He pressed his back against the wall of the tent, sliding down to the ground. Not for very long. He just wanted to feel a breeze in his hair and on his skin. He'd head home in a little while.