Why is it that, even after being here for what feels like forever, I'm just now exploring the possibilities that the MidSummer has to offer? Yes the food and wine are sublime, but my heart keeps telling me that I should not wander... that I should stay stationary and be wary.
[There is a bit of a smile to her words, the wisp carries them for her, elated by the giggling that fuels its happy flurry]
There are drinks here that make you giggle, it tickles your stomach to your toes. There is also a desert that changes the colors of your eyes depending on what you bite into. This place is wonderful.
I find myself lacking in amusement. Surely there are those who seek to entertain, and yet I find myself bereft of their company. Or perhaps this is the Seelie court's definition of revelry.