Another Fae-raised witch was among those gathered. Unlike Nancy, however, she had no prior exposure to this feast or her guardian to stand beside her. Instead, she stood demurely beside a brash, young (for a fae) knight of the court who had thought it great sport to kidnap the girl. From what he'd said -- talking to her over what had felt like a mere hour or two -- she reminded him of some lost love over whom he'd duelled with a mortal prince. It was a charming story, but Abigail knew enough about the fae to know that their affections were fickle. So, she smiled when he looked at her, never strayed too far, and politely refused the honeyed wine he offered.

He and a woman close to him (whether she was his wife, sister, daughter, or lover was difficult, as he spoke fondly and familiarly but with lines blurred from a lack of proper knowledge about her surroundings and 'host' had dressed her in pale blues and an outfit that looked like it had come out of a Renaissance painting. Or perhaps the dress had been inspired by one. When her escort was distracted, Abigail stepped briefly away from him to approach the girl she hadn't yet met.

"You look a lot more comfortable than I do," she said, trying to smile. "Have you been here before? In the Other Realm?"