faefeasts: the midwinter gala - IC

[ Her voice sounds bewildered, she's attempting to keep her composure but it's fraying around the edges. ]

Where... am I?

[ She bumps into something decidedly not human, and this, after having wandered lost in the forest for a few hours before finding the gala, cracks the final shred of her composure.]

Who---or rather what are all of you?!

[ Her wisp trembles, then Claire takes a breath to steady herself. This is not the best way to make a first impression, with fear and insult laced through her tone. ]

I.. I am sorry. I'm trying to locate my siblings and... so much of this is beyond my comprehension.

Who: George and Timore
What: Nightmares and memories
Where: Dreamscape and bedrooms
When: Late
Warnings: Nightmares and possibly boning

( Somewhere all my darkest fears are gathering )

[The wisps come bearing presents, each carrying a heart, uniquely beautiful, lovingly carved, exquisitely crafted.

Her voice is low and soft, heavy-laden with honeyed desire and the weighty blanket of satisfaction. Each word is a gentle purr, a lover's croon.]

I am much too much, my power made complete. To bear it alone would be a sin, even among those of us who believe in so such thing.

Take it, beloved. To each of you, a piece of me.

[Each heart contains a core of throbbing light, crystalline and iridescent. Shifting, writhing, it maintains no shape and shifts through them all. A piece of Raana's power, crystallized in light, made incandescent by Niall. A gift without price or expectation. Passion in the palm of your hand, should you choose to take it.]

So, here's the thing.

I thought, given everything, it would be nice to have some homemade treats instead of ones that a fae of feasts or food or sweets magicked into existence—and, really, thank you for that, Ashtara, we all appreciate your efforts. So, as one does, I went to the Starlight Palace's kitchens. Since that's where you go to make food.

Apparently, I did not end up in the Starlight Palace's kitchens, but having never actually gone to the kitchen before, I was not aware of this until after I accidentally used the Unseelie King's workshop to create sentient Sugar Plum Fairy Dolls, Gingerbread Men, Marshmallow Snowmen, and something that might be burned molasses but I'm honestly not sure.

[Distantly, there is the sound of shouting. Something explodes.]

They've decided to wage war on each other as they each attempt to establish a sovereign kingdom.

This is my gift to you this Midwinter. If someone might be interested in helping negotiate a peace treaty, that would be great. If any of you more litigiously inclined fae want to defend me from the Unseelie King, that would also be great.

[A pause.

There's another explosion, a resounding shriek, and something like a canon sounds in the distance.]

They've weaponized the candy cane.

Please hurry.

[There's a few bars of violin music before George speaks.] You know, I do find I enjoy playing with company instead of alone. Does anyone else play an instrument by chance?


Voice wisp: Timore
Is everything alright?


Voice wisp: Monster
I don't believe we've been properly introduced, but I do hope you'll be willing to change that.

[George sounds somewhat distracted which... isn't entirely unusual for him at times but this time he sounds a good deal more serious as well. Something's on his mind and there's only a few people he's willing to try talking to about it.]

Where are you? I need to ask-- to talk about something.

HAVE ALL OF YOU HEARD THIS DELIGHTFUL MUSIC BEFORE?

[Georgie shouts across the wisp, mostly because she's got music turned up really loud. The wisps, dutifully, transmit a bangin kpop bop from her to everyone else.]

THIS IS— IT'S— [She breaks off, her whispers barely audible over the volume of BTS.] OH, YES, OF COURSE. THIS IS AWESOME. MOST MAGNIFICENT INDEED!

I need help finding flowers in winter.

It's for a good cause, I assure you.

Please, I beseech you, help me.

[Niall's voice curls up from the wisps - crisp, precise, and quite serious. A particular subject has snagged his attention and like all things that manage to catch his inquiry, he's not about to let it go anytime soon. ]

Human courtship - what are the rules concerning it? Are there different rules to be followed in regards to casual intimacy versus long term? Are these things discussed up front or supposed to be known in detail before hand? Must all action be mutually agreed upon by specifics before or during?

[Yes, he's so serious about this that it hurts. ]

WHO: The Unseelie King, the Seelie Queen, and everyone in attendance at the Midsummer Ball
WHAT: The opening fête
WHEN: The beginning of things
WHERE: The Feasting Grounds
WARNINGS: None thus far
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