#mistvalestarter

— for 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆

he'd lost count of exactly how many tarts he'd already shoved into his mouth, but kal knew for a fact that he'd cleared the trays of four different servers. each one seemingly more aggravated than the last, but they were too good to pass up. he'd even begun to feel full, though if given the chance he'd clear another—or as much as he could.

— for 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆

there was something so beautifully peaceful about the silence of death, but equally unsettling in that. and the longer leya sat beside the massive stone of a high lord who'd long since left their world, the more she felt capable of acknowledging the other side of life. her fingers delicately traced the words that had been carved into the stone and wondered what kinda of fae the man under had been.

her gaze flickered back to the flower, then to them as she straightened her back to stand properly. " did you know there were flowers that only grew in other courts? " the high lady asked, as if it was a wondrous thing she was only just now learning thanks to the bloom before her.

◼︎　　　open　to　ANY　FAE.　　located :　at　THE　GARDEN　PARTY.

his shadows rattle within their containment.　he can never quite slow their thudding in the same way he dampens his own heart, tucked behind some curtains in his ribcage, happy to hide.　how he wishes he could do the same, in some peaceful corner somewhere in the dark.　fortunately, the tender rays of dawn filter his theatrics into something palatable for the fae grazing about the flowers.　he is studying them, as always.　many carry a familiar face, though they'd fail to recognize him in return.　he's about to muse on how fortunate that is, until he is spoken to, and he shakes off the thought with a polite nod.　"YOU HAVE CHOSEN THE PERFECT MOMENT:　AM I TRULY BETTER THAN DEWDROP CAKES FOR COMPANY?"

❦　　　　open　to　any　fae.　　　located :　at　the　garden　party.

oh, how she loves this.　the grandeur, the spectacle, the rose-scented bloom of blood in the air.　she's flush from it all, but she's grateful for the pink on her cheeks anyway.　that warm feeling lingers as she takes a turn around a discreet corner of the gardens.　sometimes there's so much in her head that she seeks solace in the quiet, but the echo becomes a piercing amplification instead.　not in the loveliness of the dawn court.　here, especially in the sanctuary of nature, her heart turns the same gentle hue as the air around her.　it allows for her gasp of surprise to be playful rather than sharp upon someone catching her in the act of reflection.　"and what say you? sneaking up on people on such a charming day?"

where: Dawn's gardens

All Penélope has done during this Garden Party has been people watching and eating. She would find ways to never stay in any conversation for too long and always kept her brother in sight in case she needed an escape and he'd be it.

The evening was coming to an end and she was relieved that she managed to make as little connections as she could, enough to tell her mother back home of something, but not enough for it to be promising. The Valkyrie doesn't want a suitor. Not a male suitor at least and, besides, these parties are not for her to find someone anyway so it's easier to go unnoticed. "I don't think anyone would notice if I slip away already. I kind of want to go home now." She whispered, not to anyone in particular, mostly to herself but anyone close enough would hear her.