faefeasts: the midwinter gala - IC

Did you catch a star?

It's taken me far too long to admit, or even realize, this. The proverbial cat should've been let out of the bag at my first ball, but I suppose my pride got in the way.

I don't know how to dance.

Could someone teach me? I'm not aiming to learn anything complicated. A tarantella or salsa is quite beyond me. A waltz would be enough. Just teach me to lead and possibly not to step on her toes.

[voice wisp: halis → uaine]
Are you well?

voice wisp: halis → sarah]
[He's trying this new thing called not being a dick, and his tone is genuine.] I overheard your [...] argument with the King. Are you still breathing?

WHO: Uaine and Halis
WHAT: Offering help
WHEN: After Halis' wisp
WHERE: The meadows outside of the stables.
WARNINGS: None yet

( Something was amiss. )

[He's sent and called back his wisp at least six times in the interest of sending her the "right" message.]

Do you have a moment? I could [...] use some company.

Does the cold make your bones ache? Or just your scars? I can't believe you'd show your face here.

Getting lonely?

[A voice wisp. Uaine's voice is calm, almost too soft to hear.]

It seems colder. Has anyone noticed that? Perhaps it's just me.

WHO: Uaine & Halis
WHAT: A dance in the ballroom.
WHEN: After their conversation via wisp, before her meeting with Devan
WHERE: The Ballroom
WARNINGS: Dancing!

( Read more... )

As [...] interesting as that was, I'm glad to be back to something to our usual selves. Wouldn't you agree?

[Uaine's voice again, soft. Disappointed.]

I fear I may be the only one who will miss my old form.

WHO: Nyx and Halis
WHAT: Trying sweets, a quick narrative.
WHEN: Before the dance with Aoife, but after the delivery of poisonous teas.
WHERE: The labyrinth
WARNINGS: Cuddling. You doubt me, but it's true.

( another of those enigmatic looks, all midnight and mystery )

WHO: Aoife and Halis
WHAT: A dance
WHEN: They decided the labyrinth would do
WHERE: The labyrinth
WARNINGS: Aoife's always naked, Halis is always grumpy

( he felt, for just a moment, as beautiful as the rest of the fae )

[A masculine voice, soft and a tad heavy with guilt.]

My apologies. I do not know what came over me. I never meant to overspeak as such. Please forgive me.

This is fantastic - I suddenly understand why some of you men wear kilts and robes. You need to try it completely . The breeze down here. I can feel everything. And the sensitivity - mmmnm. I almost can't wait to get back to my own body to better appreciate how much you men can feel. And more wary.

I do hope everyone's had adequate time to explore the poetry of their new bodies? I'd be quite happy to aid any 'ladies' who have yet to experience the exquisite beauty of their new forms.

[This is of course written after her tea-time with Halis, because writing it during would be rude. It is written in an elegant, flourished hand, accented by her unmistakably propensity for perfection.]

Stell and I are taking a poll, for educational purposes of course. If any of you would be so kind as to disclose whether or not you like this particular change, along with reasons as to why or why not, along with any striking changes one notices save for the very obvious... we would be much obliged.

We may ask further questions to broaden our research, thank you!

[Added a bit later.]

And do feel free to stop by the maze for some refreshments once you finish, thank you!

[Added quickly after.]

Any humans would be wise to stay away from the black tins, however. Thank you!

[Shortly after their conversation about sugar as opposed to milk in tea, a wisp zips up to Nyx. It deposits a moderately sized cherry wood box in front of her. Inside the box are myriad different teas, most of which have been created from plants poisonous to humans. Like hemlock and belladonna. One of the little sections of the box contains tiny cubes of sugar that aren't cubes at all but rather intricately molded daggers.

There is no note, but the wisp's drunken giggling gives it away as Halis’s.]

Who: Adelaide and Halis
What: Having tea
Where: In the middle of the maze
Rating: F for FLUFF

( The female disposition is kind to you. )

It would seem as though my lord King has bestowed upon us a new intrigue. I wonder, is it truly so fretful to be what you desire not to be?

[The voice is definitely male, however it rings with a feminine touch, proper and the edge of panic threaten to surge through in flaring octaves as the pitch adjusts.]

We must all remain calm. Yes, indeed. Calm and collected and surely this isn't so bad. Yes? There have been worse games, one cannot forget the asexual experiment a few centuries ago. I still cannot get the images of spores out of my head.

Nonetheless, would any of the switched mortals care for some clothing to adjust? I am quite certain that the new gentleman would prefer some slacks befitting their new hipless figures, and the now ladies some gravitational support. Some tea, perhaps?