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

[detectiveofthewest]

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.

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[falsify]

Eames frowns, an expression that could be mistaken for sympathy if he wasn't, well... Him. Nancy doesn't strike him as the kind of person who enjoys being carted around and shown off, especially not by the likes of her erstwhile guardian.

He tilts his head with a slight smirk and gestures around the room, "needn't let that stand in the way of having a good time, however."

[stauncherhearted]

No, no she did not. But here she was. Besides, he'd been parading her around for how many years now?

"I'm trying not to. Turns out I know a lot of people here, so, that helps."