A. [This is not Dancer's sort of crowd, that much is obvious by the vaguely uncomfortable look on his face and the way he edges through the mess of people.
He's young-ish, perhaps a year or so past his name day. His dark hair is littered with beaded braids and a number of pendants hang around his neck over a deerskin shirt. Periodically, his hand goes to the largest of those, a carved jasper and jade amulet, holding it for a few seconds before letting go again seemingly without thought. Those with any magic of their own might notice that he has a slight aura, and that it appears to die down each time he puts a hand to the amulet.
Escaping the crowd seems to be his goal for the time being. If he manages that without incident then he eventually works his way out to a balcony, going immediately to the railing and taking deep, steady breaths of that cool night air.]
B. [For the moment, he's ignoring the festivities, seated sideways and cross-legged on the bench of one of the long tables. He's got his jasper and jade amulet gripped between his hands, and he hunches over murmuring at it for a long few moments before eventually sighing and straightening.]
Not Aediion, then...
C. [He's cautious, but eventually it seems like there's nothing to be done about the situation, at least right then, so he might as well settle in.
Seated at a table towards the side of the room, Dancer's started slowly and carefully picking at the food. It's only after a good ten minutes pass with none of the bitterness or unfocused feeling characteristic of turtleweed that he reaches for more, bumping hands with another "guest" going for the same platter.]
Sorry. Here. [Helpfully, he slides the platter closer and back away so the other can have a first go at it.]
Hayden Fire Dancer | The Seven Realms Series | Seelie
[This is not Dancer's sort of crowd, that much is obvious by the vaguely uncomfortable look on his face and the way he edges through the mess of people.
He's young-ish, perhaps a year or so past his name day. His dark hair is littered with beaded braids and a number of pendants hang around his neck over a deerskin shirt. Periodically, his hand goes to the largest of those, a carved jasper and jade amulet, holding it for a few seconds before letting go again seemingly without thought. Those with any magic of their own might notice that he has a slight aura, and that it appears to die down each time he puts a hand to the amulet.
Escaping the crowd seems to be his goal for the time being. If he manages that without incident then he eventually works his way out to a balcony, going immediately to the railing and taking deep, steady breaths of that cool night air.]
B.
[For the moment, he's ignoring the festivities, seated sideways and cross-legged on the bench of one of the long tables. He's got his jasper and jade amulet gripped between his hands, and he hunches over murmuring at it for a long few moments before eventually sighing and straightening.]
Not Aediion, then...
C.
[He's cautious, but eventually it seems like there's nothing to be done about the situation, at least right then, so he might as well settle in.
Seated at a table towards the side of the room, Dancer's started slowly and carefully picking at the food. It's only after a good ten minutes pass with none of the bitterness or unfocused feeling characteristic of turtleweed that he reaches for more, bumping hands with another "guest" going for the same platter.]
Sorry. Here. [Helpfully, he slides the platter closer and back away so the other can have a first go at it.]