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Hattori Heiji ([personal profile] detectiveofthewest) wrote in [community profile] undergrounds2015-06-19 03:33 pm

Litha Feast (Open to all court members and human guests, dated for the 21st)

The grounds were brightly lit and festooned with decoration: trees covered in sweet-smelling dew, leaves of gold and red, vividly-colored streamers woven with thread finer than spider's silk. All around, the tables were piled high with all the food and wine one might expect of a grand feast. (Apparently, the fae had spared no expense.)

The Seelie King and Queen were present, though distanced from the rest of the revellers -- and quite a few revellers there were. Men and women with petals in their hair, clothes of vibrant silk and satin, and a rainbow of rare feathers and gems. Some looked human, some looked animal. Some, such as in the case of a well-dressed gentleman with skin like birch bark, looked like none of the above.
rules_winter: (loyal minion)

[personal profile] rules_winter 2015-06-20 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
Mab wasn't precisely late, but she definitely wasn't early. Finishing a conversation with a pixie perched on her finger, she watched the tiny woman flit away, aurora eyes following it before letting her hand fall to her side. The grass all around her feet had frosted over but the cold clearly did not bother her as she was still barefooted, despite the formality of the dress. She wore a circlet of thorny, blood red roses rested on her head, preserved in ice. Her nod to the Seelie festival, the air around her was noticeably cooler and still she moved to stand in the shade of one of the trees around the clearing. A small, childlike fae appeared at her side and held up an crystal glass with something golden inside. Mab took the proffered drink and let her eyes scan the crowd, settling for a moment on the Seelie King and Queen in the distance.
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[personal profile] rules_winter 2015-06-20 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
Mab let her eyes slowly leave the summer royalty and take in Heiji in all his masked glory. She took her time answering as she appreciated his regalia and finally let her lips curl up slightly at the corners. "I am entertained."

Her hand lifted to run a finger along the chin of the mask, as though it was a real animal's head. "This is lovely."
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[personal profile] rules_winter 2015-06-21 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Does a mask really count as a face? Mab likes touching when people let her. And sometimes when they don't. "Appropriate." And yes she did notice the thank you. It sent a little thrill through her at his open, easy thanks. That… could be construed as a favor. Heiji is unlike any fae she has previously known. It is fascinating and makes her feel oddly wary.

Inclining her head, "I was pleased to be invited personally." Her eyes drifted from his, "So much of a human presence." Another thing she wasn't used to. The norther courts did not interact with summer nearly as much, and when humans were involved there was a lot more bloodshed so to speak.
rules_winter: (cape)

[personal profile] rules_winter 2015-06-22 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Ahh a rade." Litha was a known time for fae mischief. "To present like one might a feast?" She asked, all curiosity as though this is something she thinks would be the most likely explanation.

Her gaze shifted from the humans back to him. "You have brought a human along?"
rules_winter: (icy dress)

[personal profile] rules_winter 2015-06-22 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
No sacrifice then. Well it was a little old fashioned and the seelie always did love beauty. She was curious who he had thought lovely enough to enter into the contest.

She turned her head to the crowd and smiled a little. "The festivities are lively." She agreed. "Perhaps you can set aside a dance for me later after you have seen to your entrant."
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[personal profile] rules_winter 2015-06-23 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
"I enjoy dance as much as the next Sidhe." She replied. It's not a favor unless you make it contingent that it be one. Or she says thank you. Which she never ever says. She'll find some trifling thing to bother him with sometime. Mab's knowledge of dance generally makes it up to about 1955 at which point she did not pay attention enough anymore. She can do any dance style from before that although she is not fond of jazz.

"I shall do so." And with that dismissal she turns again to survey the crowd, her eyes seeking out the King and Queen but they've moved. Hmm.