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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[rules_winter]

"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.