faefeasts: the midwinter gala - IC

[Wisps spin through the feast, each positively bouncing. A burbling giggle issues from the pulsing ball of light, and the wisp curls into the shape of a flower.

A second later, Aelius' excited voice spills from the wisp.]

Lords and Ladies and those yet undefined by form, mortals from hither and yon, the Frost Maiden with the Black Ice Smile and I are pleased to introduce you to... to someone new.

[Another happy sound.]

The newborn Lord of New Blooms, Summer's Sweet Scent. Alair. [His voice is soft and full of wonder.] His mother would prefer you not send gifts or even congratulations, and may kill you if you try to touch him, and I may simply melt you to slag on the spot, but you're welcome to stop by and say hello.

From a safe distance.

I'm sure our glorious Queen will understand if we murder you on accident.

[His voice sounds slightly panicked, but it's also clear that Félix is attempting to control it and maintain some level of decorum. A level that wobbles a bit as there's a sound of something nearby that's almost like... rustling pages?]

These books are biting! Who's idea was this?

[Written Wisp: Damen/Everyone]

While I have spoken to many, it seems my words bear repeating.

Things that the library is for: reading, research, and similar activities.

Things that the library is not for: waging war against sugary concoctions, revelry (on or off the furniture or books), weeping, any one of the many variations of hide and seek, matchmaking of any kind, brawling, or any other pasttime that doesn't relate to the acceptable activities list.

Who: Merry and Niall
When: After this and before this
What: Merry's having a mid-love crisis
Where: Probably the lake, we'll see
Warnings: TBD

( Everyone's to blame. )

[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.]

[Her wisp sighs, but it is not malcontent, simply pensive and then it expands, a thought crossing her and slipping from her lips.]

I helped defeat a gingerbread army, but I don't believe I have yet to dance and this is a shame. [She can move like the dark, and to dance brings her peace, especially with those she holds dear.]

Would anyone join me? And perhaps find other pursuits as you do.

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 is the sound of people running and a few shrieks, the wail of nightmares mingling with reality, Robin's wisp is a flurry, darting to and fro, it's tendril's extended like that of a cat's whose fur is on end. Her voice is a mesh of anger and yes, fear. ]

What in the hell is going on?! Is everything okay?!

[OOC: This is during Timore and Sovan's fight, reality keeps shifting all scary like!]

[Her voice is flat. Distant]

I think I've been navigating the strange that constantly breaks off and tumbles toward me so often, fairly.

There is always a distinct feeling that I've seen it all before. But it is always right on the edge. Memories, existence, dreams.

I can't sleep.


Wisp:Merry-> Vevina

[Her voice is distressed.]

I need....I...He told me to go. To leave him. To leave the Gala.



Wisp:Merry-> Niall

[She's hesitant. Very unlike her. }

Destiny hopefully knocks on the door at the right time

[voice wisp: everyone]

Okay. I don't remember there being this much...[she hunts for the right word, gives up and settles for:] sex, frankly in the stories about Faerie from my childhood. I take it this is all normal fare here?

When does this party end anyhow? [There might be a twinge of fear in her voice] And what happens if you don't return?

[voice wisp: "unlocked"]
( Read more... )

[voice wisp: "burn down"]
( Read more... )

[Written Wisp: Damen/Everyone]

In the interest of what we call fairness, I'm going to give to give the most recent, and most foolish, book thief the benefit of the doubt. Do return the copy of On Virtues and Lessons and you can continue to keep you skin upon your body.

Otherwise, I do have a fair amount of books to rebind.

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 )

[there's a trace of excitement in her voice, though the dominating expression is definitely wariness as she mutters half to herself]

I think I've read a bit too much C. S. Lewis before bed to have ended up here. Still, I don't remember climbing through a wardrobe to end up in Narnia. And there's a severe lacking in lightposts...

[she realizes that the wisp is bouncing along with her words and now her voice is full on delight]

Oh! It follows what I say - why, it remains me of a fairytale I once read. Or maybe I'm thinking Brave, but how cute - much better than the really large amount of macking. [lower to herself] This is worse than Steven Dixon's party after prom...

[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.

[It's hard to place the emotion in her voice but there is no mistaking how far away it seems - galactic distances even in its waver. She isn't anywhere out in space. She's still at the gala but there is a thoughtfulness that has overcome her and has made her temporarily aloof.]

What color do you see when you close your eyes and think of yourself What color do others perceive you to be when they close their eyes and think of you?

Will you participate in this?

I've included a chart that will help you name the color you see, but of course, you can use your own tools to explain.

List your name, name the color you think you are and hopefully others will choose the color they think you are. Try not to peek at what others think they are so that your answers will not be influenced. This is for...( reasons.  )

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