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

[kleptofaeniac]

"It's sealed, though."

She isn't that keen on trusting the fair-folk on their word, but they can't lie and that allows a certain advantage if you know how to ask the right questions the right way.

She'd grilled one of the fae who had been near the bar, and done everything she could think of to grill them.

Also, hi Abby.

[acrookedchild]

"I wouldn't trust your eyes. Not here."

It takes her a moment to place the face and eyes. To realise who she is. Then, Abby half smiles.

"Didn't expect you to get dragged into this."

[kleptofaeniac]

"Fine." It's as petulant as she could possibly manage the response and she places the bottle back on the table with a soft clink.

Abigail is far easier to recognize than Kenzi is and she widens her eyes in a silent 'I know, I know'. She seems to think everyone is looking at her hair.

"Yeah, neither did I."

She flashes her wrist, showing the bracelet she's been 'gifted' by her kidnapper.

[acrookedchild]

Abigail smiles faintly and shakes her head.

"Well, it's a compliment at least, I guess. Being chosen to compete. Doesn't make me any less hungry, though."

The food smells amazing, and all the drinks look so good. But she can tolerate the hunger and thirst for awhile longer.

[kleptofaeniac]

"Some compliment," Kenzi allows herself to drop the grateful act and her smile goes with it. Abigail is allowed some honest from her - even if it is within thinly veiled sarcasm.

"Wanna grab some grub after this is over?"

[acrookedchild]

Food. At the thought, she grins wide.

"God yes," she replies. "That sounds wonderful."

[kleptofaeniac]

While food that they can trust is a fan-fucking-tastic idea, Kenzi doesn't think she's ever seen this girl smile before and ... to be honest it's kind of creepy. Like, Daybreak Zone creepy.

"You don't smile much do you?"

She's pretty sure she knows the answer to that one, but it bears asking.

[acrookedchild]

For a moment, Abby looks... surprised. It's not a question she's usually asked, and it hits closer to home than she's used to. Still, she gives it thought, and the smile slowly dissipates.

"I guess I don't."

[kleptofaeniac]

Kenzi, on the other hand, is thrilled to see that Abigail is - indeed- a mere mortal. Not that she genuinely suspected Abigail was Fae, but it was nice to see her have some vulnerability. It put her closer to Kenzi's level.

She tried to look as much like a co-conspirator as possible as she took both of Abby's hands in hers and, genuinely, looks as if she might consider her a friend.

"Don't worry about it. Smiling gives you wrinkles anyways."

Because she's not going to offer to 'fix' you, Abigail. That would be gross.