faefeasts: the midwinter gala - IC

I find it too quiet here. Who is willing to come and enjoy some noise?

[Her voice is steely cold, emotionless]

That is never happenin' again.

Mortals, if I could peel the skin from your bones I would. If the King gave me permission, I'd strip the life from nearly every single one of you.

But I can't. Be happy.

Still bored?

[for the first time a gravelly voice decides to make its presence known, tightness in the words as if it has been far too long since she spoke last, weathered and aged, brushing off the dust of silence.]

All of you sounded like a bunch of animals in rut, I didn't know whether I should dump cold water on you or put you out of your misery with my bow. Luckily I became distracted, hm?

I sometimes wonder if being patient is all that it's cracked up to be.

[The voice curling out from the wisp is familiar to those who have been in the realm as long as broken love has existed. It's a sultry tone naturally, without the intent of seduction, there is a touch of monotone boredom to the words as they make their way into open air.]

Well, well, well. Another Midsummer brings yet another ball, persuading me out from the mortal realm. I do hope you have all been enjoying yourselves to the fullest, and I do mean to the fullest.

[Mavis]

Please tell me the batch at this ball is better than the last.

The dungeons are quite lonely this time of day. A pity given the amount of potential these rooms hold.

[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.

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