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.

Comments

[detectiveofthewest]

"Of course dinner as in actual food! Although I guess there's -- " He trailed off to bow respectfully to the lady passing them by.

"It's just that I been thinking about getting a place. Be nice if it was somewhere convenient." Which probably ruled out a lot of west London, sadly.

[mensrea]

Watching the lady ride on from the corner of his eye, he makes a thoughtful noise deep in his throat.

"I'm probably not the right guy to ask. I haven't been here long. But why the sudden change? You must be...well, oldish, right?"

[detectiveofthewest]

Heiji gestured with a hand, cheerfully waving off the notion of seriousness. "Oh, I don't mean permanently or anything. Just for as long as I'm here. I mean, like a base of operations. And then I could put all my stuff there."

Wait. What. "Hey! I ain't old -- I'm pretty young for a fox."

[mensrea]

“Alright. How old are you then?” he asks, genuinely curious. He’s still considering the idea of Heiji setting up a swanky base of operations, except he’s stuck with the image of foxes frolicking in a woodsy cottage.

[detectiveofthewest]

It took Heiji a second to remember; once you passed 100 or so, it was easy to lose count of the years.

"'Bout two hundred. But it ain't uncommon to find someone from the Heian Period or older. You're still a teenager, though, right?" Sometimes it was a little hard to tell with humans.

[mensrea]

About two hundred.

"Hoooly crap." Staring at the kitsune with a new kind of respect, he thinks of what it'd be like to live that long. "And yeah. I'm seventeen. In human years."

[detectiveofthewest]

Heiji grinned. "You mean ya measure time in some other kind of year? C'mon, let's get going. We don't get a move on, we'll miss the contest!"

And he set off in the direction of the feast.

[mensrea]

With a good-natured roll of his eyes, he hurries after Heiji. Time to get to work on ensuring he's crowned a prince...mwahahaha.