faefeasts: the midwinter gala - IC

[The books are set down for now, and her mind for once is quiet, but seeing all that is around her curiosity blooms and she wishes to know.]

What is your favorite thing about making love?

[First: a deep breath in, another out verging on a sigh. When he finally speaks, it is with a tone of deep contemplation—not awe, but still a vague undercurrent of excitement flows through his words.]

This is different, very different. My vision. The place I built in my mind... it doesn't match. Maybe I was drawing another place entirely and not this one at all.

Where does one start?

Introductions, perhaps?

[Her voice is merry, the edge of a bite lingering behind the pleasantry.]

Bedding with another is especially wonderful Midwinter, I must say. The Unseelie have such unique tastes.