WHAT;The first of the 'mixed' soirees. WHO; All WHEN;Current.
For Robin, these parties were always a goldmine in one form or another, so he never missed one if he could help it. This, the first of the season, was especially important as it gave Seelie and UnSeelie alike a chance to look one another over, see who was a player this season and who'd fallen low since last they'd met. All delicious gossip for his particular mill, of course. He moved through the crowd gracefully, legs combed to a silken polish and his hair neatly curled about his tiny silver horns, greeting those he knew with a nod and a smile and managing to refrain from snarling at anyone foolish enough to call him Pan, not Robin. But he was taking notes.
He nodded a friendly greeting to Erik the bard and made a mental note to seek him out once the party was underway, renew their acquaintance and see what the bard had by way of news. Shortly thereafter and with a tiny glass of mead clutched in his hand untouched, he spied his target, the Lady Fand and moved closer. She was stood by a willow, it's gentle fronds teasing her hair and in the company of one he didn't know but who he recognised as Talos, the fairy tinkerer. He was a strange'un, that one, hands always busy and his eyes always elsewhere. Seemed he and the Lady were attempting polite conversation, so he leaned against a second willow and set himself to watching, wanting to learn what he could without her knowing he was there.