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]

Mab lets her twist a little. The girl is so uncomfortable it's actually amusing to watch. And Mab was never precisely known for being kind.

"Ms Sommerset is fine." She offers, "Why so tense, young Witch? Surely if something horrible was going to happen it would have done so already."

[kleptofaeniac]

"I'm Russian, I'm built to be tense."

And built for the cold, but Kenzi doesn't say as much. She's afraid Mab - Ms Sommerset - will like that.

[rules_winter]

"Nonsense, I have seen the Russians dance." Mab replied, obviously not referring to ballet. This was more the drunken revelry. The Russians were insane for mortals.

She smiled a little and seemed to pull a card out of nowhere, offering it to the witch. "If your dire expectations are realized you may contact me." Of course, the phone won't work in this realm. But it never hurts to give a witch a way to contact you. Especially in the current climate in London.

[kleptofaeniac]

Kenzi hesitantly takes the card, at first looking at it like it'll try to bite her, but then considering.

Fae were an old danger to her, but at the same time, there was something intoxicating about the power they could promise a witch.

"Thanks...I'll keep this handy."

For once, she was not lying.

[rules_winter]

Something like amusement dances in Mab's eyes as the lure of potential power seems to outweigh Kenzi's natural inclination to shy at everything like a frightened rabbit. "Enjoy the party Mistress Hecate."

Mab turned to move away, after dipping her head in farewell to the young witch.