Court and Ciara
Ciara glanced back over her shoulder curiously at the sound, beautiful but incongruous in the approaching night. When she found Courtenay in place of a songbird up past its time, her eyes lit up and she turned on her heel to face him. Not needing any special hand placement in order to form her reply, Ciara simply pursed her lips together as if blowing a kiss and whistled back a perfect imitation of his warbling call. "There you are," she grinned up at him, signal that she had found what she had kept an eye out for all evening. She had figured a while ago that Courtenay wanted the illusion of a relationship and it was all too easy to provide that when he cut such an attractive figure through the crowd.
There were several flowers tucked into the crown Ciara had braided herself, and she reached to pluck one free from her tresses. Using the vivid bloom as an excuse to touch Court, Ciara threaded the stem through one of his buttonholes. "Have you been enjoying the festival so far?"