faefeasts: the midwinter gala - IC

[ There is a written wisp that comes to Miss Georgiana Holmwood. It unfurls in front of her. The handwriting is very good, maybe not as flourished as some of the others.

Please accept my deepest apology for offending you.

These are just the first token.

Lir

( There's more )

Who: Erevos and Lir
What: Dranks, stories and Heartaches.
When: After this and this.
Where: The gallery
Warnings: Drinking, Tearing things apart and stabbing things.

( Telling stories left in the distance )

[The voice over the wisp is rich, smooth and warm, familiar and there is the barest trace of a smile in her words.]

It is good to be home, I hope all are well. The King certainly knows how to keep his guests on their toes, even after all this time, does he not?

[ His voice projects evenly; a shadowy, stoic quality to it. There is a trace of some unnamed emotion lingering beneath the surface. He's been gone a long while, and there are repercussions to that - some pleasant, some complicated. ]

It's been quite some time. I'm in need of a drink, and to be told a story. The ones that are true are far more compelling.

Would anyone care to indulge me?

[He really hates doing these, he hates drawing attention to himself at all, but needs must. So for now he’ll try to be short and to the point and hopefully that will work.]

Would anyone happen to know if there is a gramophone hidden somewhere here? I know that some machines don’t function well, but surely one of the older ones with a crank...

[The wisp trails off, uncertain. He really, really hates these sometimes.]

It isn’t necessary, of course, I simply thought it might be rather easier than trying to hunt down a full jazz ensemble.

I need help finding flowers in winter.

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

Please, I beseech you, help me.

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

( What a long, strange trip it's been )

[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. ]

[Lir is mortified for lack of a better word. He thinks he's done something terrible and offensive. The rules are that he is not supposed to hurt anyone but he feels he has. His voice is worried. Not quite in a panic...but definitely unsure what he could have possibly done to instill such a hurried, terrible reaction]

She ran away...She fell off of me and chided me for taking liberties. Of course, I did... And, she had the liberty to do the same.

I hope I didn't hurt her. I've never seen someone screech and take flight from anyone so quickly.

Who: Miss Georgiana Holmwood and Just Lir
What: Dubious Drinks
Where: The feast grounds
When: After this
Warnings: Silly drinks, who knows what the night might bring.

( The space in-between )

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