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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[detectiveofthewest]

"Nice suit," said a rather large black-furred fox. Someone had stuck a flower in its fur, just about its shoulder.

"Glad to see some of the Unseelie turned out." But it was only appropriate, wasn't it? A hint of what was to come in the months ahead. The waning of Seelie power as the winter months drew nearer, then the reverse all over again.

[falsify]

"A bit of friendliness between the courts never goes amiss," Eames says with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, tipping his glass in greeting to the fox. "And I must say, your people have put on quite the display."

[detectiveofthewest]

"Very true!" He'd tip a glass back in turn, but honestly it was sort of hard to hold glassware when you didn't have opposable thumbs.

"I can't really take credit for it, though; I wasn't on the decorating committee. Probably a bit bright for you...?"

[falsify]

He chuckles softly, "it's not quite to my taste, that's true. But I can recognize the beauty of it all regardless."

[detectiveofthewest]

"Glad to hear it." The fox stretched, then sat back on the grass. It felt cool against his fur.

"So. Where are you from? And did you make a bet on who's gonna win?"

[falsify]

"Maybe next year. I'd like to see what kind of taste our hosts have before I start gambling on it." Eames smiles at the fox, bypassing the first question, and gestures to him questioningly. "What about you? Any favourites in the running?"

[detectiveofthewest]

"I did bring someone over for the contest... but I'm not expecting him to win, of course. There's such stiff competition from all quarters this year." Little did Heiji know, apparently.

"But I do think there's virtue in a bet you're not sure to win. More exciting that way."

[falsify]

"Oh certainly," and his smile is a little more genuine at that; a man who loves a gamble, this one, "but there's a difference between uncertainty and blindness, no?"

[detectiveofthewest]

"Sure. It's all about playing the odds." Unless, of course, it was a game in which you could cheat just a little. Then it was about both.

"'Course, it's not always about the prize. Like with that colt that won the Triple Crown over in the States. Don't think I'd turn my ticket it even if I'd made a winning bet."