Niall (dallailte) wrote in faeparties, @ 2017-12-03 07:06:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *feast, lir, niall |
Who: Niall & Lir
What: Drinking by the fire, male bonding.
Where: The feast
When: Sometime after wisps about courtship, Narnia, & macking
Warnings: Bro'ing it out, changeling ridiculousness
Usually, when it came to fae feasts and parties, Niall spent most of his time in the library. It was, to put it simply, much safer. Damen suffered no idiocy in the library and as old as he was few fae dared risk his annoyance. However, at this gala, there were enough faces that Niall had not seen in a few ages to coax Niall from his usual haunt.
A part of him wished he'd gone with his initial thought to go to the library and meet Lir there. The other part (slightly larger, but only just) wanted to see these humans from a safe distance. They were odd, but not bad. Besides the entire subject of human interaction had captured his mental faculties and once a topic caught Niall's attention, he did not let go.
Besides, there was Lir. A friend who Niall missed and in this sea of capricious fae and new humans, Lir's steady presence was more than welcomed.
Three blankets covered the ground to provide ample padding from the frozen earth beneath and two more sat folded at the side. Dressed for warmth, Niall sat, back against an old tree stump with a plate of cheese and crackers that never looked less than full. As Miss Georgianna Holmwood had pointed out, there were definite advantages to living among the fae.
At Lir's approach, Niall looked up with a grin and a book laying face down against his knee.
"I'm debating the wisdom of sneaking off before the King decides we need to be more entertaining." Because that was life with the fae and few understood that aspect better than those who had been raised among them but could never be one of them.