faefeasts: the midwinter gala - IC

[ The voice that comes over the wisp isn't one that's graced the party yet - for better or worse. Tinted with a sharp edge beneath the mild tenor, he sounds both amused and bored. A dangerous combination. ]

Rumor has it that I missed a war and a fight at this gathering. And here I thought it would be the same humdrum as all the others. [ A sound carries under his words - sharpening stone against metal. ] A shame I missed the excitement. [ And that sounds too much like a challenge for anyone willing to take it. He's never worried too much about consequences. ]

I know the King has hosted a few events since the beginning of the party, I wonder if he'll end with one that has a bit more sport?

[Voice Wisp: Steph/Everyone]

Okay so is that's how it's going to be? Always? Crazy party within parties?

[Voice Wisp: summer storm/you'll miss the magic]

Uhhhh... Hi?

I wished to join in as well. I have made some delicious tarts from a truly lovely recipe I was given.

[She sighs, then laughs electric and gold.]

Please, please partake.

[The tarts are on display in the shape of summer flowers, centered with sweet, sweet strawberry. Yet these are no ordinary tarts made by her hands. They are imbued with the light that shines in love's eye, and like a jewel those who see them may try to resist, but they will want at least a bite, at least one. They are delicious! These tarts swell the heart and make the devourer wish to share these feelings with those they care for, be it one true love or the many they are attracted to, they will want bring pleasure in the union of love. Aka, they gonna make you hoooorny and more honest with your feelings. The effects last for an hour to a few depending on how long you want your character under. <3 Have fuuun.]

Voice Wisp: Winter/Everyone

(Her voice is a low, soft purr, with the sharpest of smiles lacing every word.)

Take great care and stay huddled up inside if you're the sensitive sort. It will be quite cold tonight.

I, on the other hand, will be dancing, if you dare to join me.

[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.

I find myself desirous of stories. Come, tell me your most intriguing.

[There's a kind of shrill snap, followed by a crackle, followed by the sound of an abbreviated shriek of horror. When the woman speaks, there is tightly controlled panic in her voice.]

Has everyone forgotten their manners? Why is that—that young man walking about unclothed? Where are the chaperones? Why is everyone here pressing on me a dubious drink meant to cloud the mind?

What. Is. This.

[A wisp the color of winter moonlight and just as warm flits around, wending its way around and through the King's guests. It moves lazily, at ease with the surroundings. For those who care to listen, it's message is relayed in a cool tone of voice.]

Such a joyous occasion as Midwinter ought to prove to be one full of enchanting revels. And what, pray tell, do you think our King has in store for us? Surely it will be memorable.

[ A light, airy voice breaks across the wisps with a warmth that completely contradicts the snowy climbs of the Unseelie King's domain. Vevina has arrived and her enthusiasm for the gathering cannot be missed. ]

Isn't this wonderful? The Unseelie territory is spectacular! I do hope we don't prove to tasking on their hospitality. Thank you all for welcoming us.

Still, it's been an age, perhaps longer since I've run into some you and that is a true shame. Tell me, darlings, how have you been keeping yourselves busy? I want to know everything.

And those humans among us for the first time, please, don't fret. Our parties do get wild, but that only means you'll have the most marvelous stories to tell. If you have questions, you only need ask, my dears.

I'm kind of surprised by how much I'm going to miss most of you. It's been fun. Sometimes disturbing, but mostly fun.

Fiach, you and the other fae can take the portraits I'm leaving in my garden. There are a lot. They might be... growing.

For all you humans staying here, fuck some more fairies for me. For those who aren't sticking around, like me, if you want a support group my number is 867-555-5309.

Congratulations.

[Written Wisp: Winter/Nyx]

At last, the end is drawing near. Are you ready to return to the unseelie palace?

I tire of unimaginative revelry. If we are to seek our own entertainment, then ought it not be to our liking?

I was...wondering.

How does one remain in Fairyland? Do we just...cease existing outside of this place?

[Her voice rises with each word, growing in anger]

Midsummer is supposed to be about celebration and happiness and this isn't helping. I'm sick of these things happening and everyone falling into fits over themselves and crying. If we're going to have additional entertainment, it should be productive to revelry.

And I'm honestly too frustrated to care that we've got all these unhappy feelings and they're reminding me of all the horrible things to come to worry about angering our King and Queen. Maybe I'll be lucky and they'll smite me so I don't have to go through the seasons' change.

Who: Nyx & Kyros
What: A run in
When: Evening
Where: The baths
Rating: TBD

( The feast would be over soon, and she would return to what sufficed as her existence until the next call for her presence was received. )

I've been thinking, turning over a question in my mind. As I've come to no good end, I put it to you: where, do you think, is the difference between fae and human? What makes us different and yet so similar?

[Her dry voice breaks through, pondering, edged by curiosity masking itself as dullness, or perhaps that is the intent.]

Who knew so many broken hearts could still beat so fiercely. Tell me, what is it you're so afraid of?

[Written Wisp: Winter/Nyx]

Dare I ask you you fared in the maze?

[Written Wisp: Winter/Aelius]

The queen's sense of humor is starting to rival the king's.

As I had thought. I missed the certainty of solitude. If one does not wish to be found, then there are a plethora of options available to them. Tell me, what benefit does being surrounded by the masses bestow?