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

[acrookedchild]

"Only just?" She couldn't help but be curious. Then again, she knew the powers could come at different times, but it was always nice to meet a fellow witch. She hadn't met nearly enough. "I... I hope I'm not assuming too much. Thinking you're a witch."

[stauncherhearted]

"No, no, I am. It's just complicated, is all." She's just met the girl and doesn't particularly feel like sharing all the details of hardships in her life. Or her family tree.

[acrookedchild]

"I understand," Abby says with a small smile. After all, she knows her own story is complicated and not a topic for easy discussion. The other question, though, is far more delicate. "What coven do you belong to?"

An easy enough way to begin it.

[stauncherhearted]

Alright. She can tell what this girl is really asking.

"Midnight." Was her quick response. "I like the freedom." She liked to think of herself as a decent person. She never wanted to intentionally harm anyone- except perhaps Fagin- but Daybreak was so rule-oriented. It didn't fit well for a thief like her.

[acrookedchild]

Abby smiled a little, nodding her head just a little. It's slower for her to say, but she still finds the words.

"So am I. Daybreak... just isn't for me."

[stauncherhearted]

"I'll drink to that," Nancy says, as she raises her flask towards Abby and drinks.