[ If only the feasts could take more of a serious note to them. As far as she knows, Caer Scima is already making preparations and Alice hasn't seen it this lively since Celegorm was alive. How fitting, considering the majority of the Unseelie she knows tend to easily jump into the frontlines. This would be one of the few last nights in Caer Scima, until Alice was going to head back to the Barrel, slowly relocating there.
It's a tense atmosphere, but the Unseelie have their own bravado and welcome newcomers with open arms. Especially one that would be more misbegotten than most. But none of that was Alice's concern, frankly, she was only coming out of her room to have a look around for the newcomers, just out of curiosity.
There's only so much crowds she can handle before shrinking away. The good thing about the feasts is taking non-perishable food and running back to her room, nothing more. Alice is busy and her mind is racing. The plus about being this small is weaving in and out of crowds and gathering fruits and bread into one of her bags (not the one with bones for the Outsider) and slip out. Her small stature makes her seem like a child sometimes, in addition to her attire. It belays the Unseelie title of "battlemaiden", hilariously enough.
Alice has rushed through with her head low, only glancing to the side when she mistakes a call for her name. Who the hell can be calling her at the feast? Unfortunately, Alice doesn't see who she walks into and is easily knocked over as soon as she walks right into him with a small curse. ]
Ah!
[ God, at least she put the food in a bag, she would have been angry with herself if she was carrying a plate. ]
hi candace hi - FEAST
It's a tense atmosphere, but the Unseelie have their own bravado and welcome newcomers with open arms. Especially one that would be more misbegotten than most. But none of that was Alice's concern, frankly, she was only coming out of her room to have a look around for the newcomers, just out of curiosity.
There's only so much crowds she can handle before shrinking away. The good thing about the feasts is taking non-perishable food and running back to her room, nothing more. Alice is busy and her mind is racing. The plus about being this small is weaving in and out of crowds and gathering fruits and bread into one of her bags (not the one with bones for the Outsider) and slip out. Her small stature makes her seem like a child sometimes, in addition to her attire. It belays the Unseelie title of "battlemaiden", hilariously enough.
Alice has rushed through with her head low, only glancing to the side when she mistakes a call for her name. Who the hell can be calling her at the feast? Unfortunately, Alice doesn't see who she walks into and is easily knocked over as soon as she walks right into him with a small curse. ]
Ah!
[ God, at least she put the food in a bag, she would have been angry with herself if she was carrying a plate. ]