faefeasts: the midwinter gala - IC

[The Seelie Queen’s mirror flickers once with golden light before becoming a void of darkness punctured only by three lights. Eyes, perhaps, though it’s impossible to say for sure. The Unseelie King speaks from beyond the glass, his voice a low rumble.]

And so another feast comes to a close, oh Glorious Starfall, oh Song of Creation, Maker of Worlds. Have you determined what new thing you will give me?

[Her voice is a shriek of horror across the wisps. She's distraught about the library closing. Panic is bubbling.]


The library is closed and it's all your fault Felix! Apologise to Damen and his books at once!

It has been some time since her wisps traveled to him, though it is really no time at all. This one arrives in the Unseelie Court without much fanfare, a flutter of green light that pulses steadily, bright and dim as it awaits opening. When it’s touched by the recipient, and only the recipient, the wisp shakes and unravels, becoming a slim slip of shimmering parchment.

Her penmanship is fluid, and still ornate, large loops of lettering in a dark ink.]

It is time, my king. Will you be ready for my arrival?

[The wisp comes as she’s rising and leaving her quarters, pulling on a dress made of dawn’s light. It wraps itself around her, warming her, invigorating her, and leaving her hands free to pen a note to her King.] Are you ready to return to your own bed? [The wisp is seemingly amused, though a few ink splots dot the parchment as her pen hovers, wistful. She will miss this. She will miss him.]

[With a voice utterly laced with amusement.] I do hope you all had quite the time.

I know I certainly did.

[His writing is striking and bold, the letters like slashes on the page. There is a hurried quality to his writing. He must have something to do.]

Tell me, my children, did you enjoy my masquerade? My Queen and I found you indescribably amusing.

WHO: The Seelie Queen, the Unseelie King, and everyone in attendance at the Midsummer Ball
WHAT: The Start
WHEN: The beginning of the ball
WHERE: The Seelie Palace
WARNINGS: None. We’ve only just begun.
NOTES: This is to start us off but also feel free to respond and mingle in the comments if you’d like. If the contents of your comments move beyond a PG rating, please mark them in the header accordingly.

( She glances at her King, a flick of iridescent eyes. )

[Wisps are generally not able to travel this far, this quickly. But the sender is not simply any fae, and neither is her receiver. When the wisp arrives in the Unseelie Court, a near second after it left the queen’s hand, it’s a flutter of green light, pulsing steadily brighter and dim as it awaits opening. When it’s touched by the recipient, and only the recipient, the wisp shakes and unravels, becoming a slim slip of shimmering parchment.

Her penmanship is fluid, and still ornate, large loops of lettering in a dark ink.]

The time has come to feast and fête. Shall I be awaiting your arrival for Midsummer?

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