faefeasts: the midwinter gala - IC

[She is quiet but a moment before speaking.]

I'm going to be blunt.

[...when isn't she.]

I haven't really been able to sleep since coming here, is that you? If so, how do I stop it?

[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.

[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.]

[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!]

[voice wisp: everyone]

I don't know about the rest of you, but I thoroughly enjoyed this venture. It was refreshing to...let go. I didn't even know I needed to let go.

What were your experiences?

[voice wisp: "hood"]

Do you still wish to meet?

[ Voice Wisp: Vevina → Everyone ]

Hello, my darlings. [ Her voice slips lightly, soothingly over the wisp. ] I hope you all had a splendid time across the threshold of whatever door - or doors - you chose. In the lack of faces and names, we are given a greater chance for something new and bold. May that grace has touched us all.


[ Written Wisp: Vevina → "Just a Tiny Spark" ]
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[ Written Wisp: Vevina → "The Fog Settles" ]
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Who: Robin & Merry
What: A card reading.
Where: In Merry's quarters.
When: After this
Warnings: nothing very risque.

( In these little moments, get your cards out, i am waiting In these little moments, lay your cards out, i am waiting )

[She clears her throat, a bit hesitant, but she finds her confidence in the steadying of her voice and purpose, the wisp stills.]

You never spoke of your own color, I would like to say [...] when a human looks up at the sky they see pinpricks of light, white mostly, but when I look up at times the stars flicker from white, to blues, reds and greens. It's iridescence and unobtainable. That is the color, or colors I think of when it comes to you. I know you didn't ask, but I felt the need to say.

I wished to asked you for a reading.

Who: Robin & Fiach
What: A run-in
Where: The forest
When: Not too long after the meeting at the bonfire
Warnings: Suggestive remarks, mostly

( Just trees; the trees, the trees, the trees, who was afraid of trees? )

[Wisp: Aelius → Everyone]
[His voice sounds a bit harried.]

Asking for a friend: good yule gifts for friends and family that don't require murdering a human, sacrificing a bull, or killing the sun. Go.

[Mirror: Aelius → Winter]
[He's in her room, whittling a stick into a stick without bark. There is a bucket beside him. It may have blood in it.]

Snowflake. Would you like to go on a date?

[The books are set down for now, and her mind for once is quiet, but seeing all that is around her curiosity blooms and she wishes to know.]

What is your favorite thing about making love?

[his voice is low, a twinge of laughter lacing his words.]

Well, now that His Majesty's made his greetings known, I thought I'd extend a welcome of my own. Welcome, welcome all to the Unseelie realm. The feast itself is the safest of areas, unless you find the library - which is welcoming in its own way but a frightful bore. But there's plenty to see here, though you should be wary before venturing to the palace proper.

And of course, if anyone wants a personal tour of the dungeons, I'm your Fae.

[When she speaks her wisp is steady, not even a ripple over it, calm but there's an edge of curiosity in her words.]

What is beyond the Unseelie land? Where would it lead?

[...]

Where can I find a change of clothing? I would like to bathe and change. [...] Please.

[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.

WHO: The Unseelie King, the Seelie Queen, and everyone in attendance at the Midsummer Ball
WHAT: The opening fête
WHEN: The beginning of things
WHERE: The Feasting Grounds
WARNINGS: None thus far
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( All doors, all paths, all thresholds lead to this place )

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