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.

[ Her voice sounds bewildered, she's attempting to keep her composure but it's fraying around the edges. ]

Where... am I?

[ She bumps into something decidedly not human, and this, after having wandered lost in the forest for a few hours before finding the gala, cracks the final shred of her composure.]

Who---or rather what are all of you?!

[ Her wisp trembles, then Claire takes a breath to steady herself. This is not the best way to make a first impression, with fear and insult laced through her tone. ]

I.. I am sorry. I'm trying to locate my siblings and... so much of this is beyond my comprehension.

Hey, losers.

Have good dreams lately?

You're welcome.

[She clears her throat. It's an awkward sound.]

Is... there anyone who can point me in the direction of a physician? I have, ah... [A delicate cough.] Discovered an allergy. As it were.

Who: George and Timore
What: Nightmares and memories
Where: Dreamscape and bedrooms
When: Late
Warnings: Nightmares and possibly boning

( Somewhere all my darkest fears are gathering )

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.

Hello, my darlings. I've been working on something since I arrived and I thought that I might share it with all of you. Please compliment them well, these sprites have worked hard for this performance.

[ There's a pause, a rustle, and then a rising chorus of tiny chatter that could be words, but they speak so fast that picking out any word is next to impossible. ]

Calm down, my tiny loves, you'll get your treats, but first....

[ Suddenly the chaotic chatter dies down into a soft, melodic hum of many in tune voices that grow into perfection. ]

Thank you, lovelies. I do hope you all enjoy this. I think we could use a little more music at this party, yes?

[ The sprites begin to sing and those familiar with the human world might find a few familiar songs in a lilting chorus that mimics human voice but with an otherworldly quality. Those fae used to such things will recognize some of the songs as Sovan's creations. Those inclined towards sweet feelings towards a particular individual might find their thoughts gently turned in the direction of that person (or persons) for whom they hold such feelings. However, the suggestion is a gentle one.]

( song list )

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

Who: Timore & Faiella
What: Fai comes to see if he's dead.
Where: Timore's room in the palace
When: After getting scolded by the king
Warnings: Timore being a pissy shithead probably.

( Under the words of men )

[There's a few bars of violin music before George speaks.] You know, I do find I enjoy playing with company instead of alone. Does anyone else play an instrument by chance?


Voice wisp: Timore
Is everything alright?


Voice wisp: Monster
I don't believe we've been properly introduced, but I do hope you'll be willing to change that.

Considering what a mess there was earlier, should anyone feel that they'd prefer not to risk sleeping and encountering whatever mayhem that might entail... my services are always available.


Voice wisp → Timore and Sovan
So how many pieces did our benevolent lord leave you both in? I'd ask if I should be concerned, but I'm really not. You both knew better but apparently you were still too dense to think matters through.


Written wisp → Island
You had better not be who I think you are.

Who: Timore and Sovan
What: They gonna fight
Where: Dreamland
When: After the sleep fae get excited and Timore hits too low
Warnings: Language, violence. Eldritch abominations.
Note: Half this fight is gonna be in dreamland, half of it in the physical world. You can catch sight of any of it if you'd like, but it's eldritchy as hell in the opening tag, so if that's not your thing, turn back now.

( oh, this my weapon, this my loam oh, this my blood, this my bone how do I wake my spirit cold? most people die but others just go )

[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: Georgie → Everyone]
Well. That certainly was... something. Tell me, does that happen often? That wild tumult of anonymity and... [Hormones.] And lasciviousness?

[Written Wisp: To the man 'Illumination']
Sir,

You needn't reply. I thought reaching out by means of a letter might in fact encourage you not to, for ignorance is a soft and gentle thing, and I fear you may despise knowing who it was who crossed your path beyond the green door, if at least it was only once you were in the green door. I am The entire experience Such ardor I will leave you with a thank you, for while ignorance can protect, it is knowledge that illuminates and transforms.

Regards,
Miss Georgiana Holmwood

[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.

[George sounds somewhat distracted which... isn't entirely unusual for him at times but this time he sounds a good deal more serious as well. Something's on his mind and there's only a few people he's willing to try talking to about it.]

Where are you? I need to ask-- to talk about something.

WHO: Timore & Georgie
WHAT: Dancing - action spam style
WHEN: After this
WHERE: Starlight palace
WARNINGS: TBD

( skyfall )

[Voice Wisp: Steph/Everyone]

But seriously, what do you mean I'm stuck here? I've got BTS concert tickets and my phone charger case won't work when it's eternally night. Which, by the way, seems more like vampire thing than anything else.

Who: Timore and Aoife
What: Cuddling and keeping warm
Where: The blankets by one of the great fires
When: After this
Warnings: TBD?

( Was it her or had the wind gotten stronger? )

[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.  )