#tridentevent

There was nothing Arielle hated about summer. Well maybe mosquitoes, but that was it. It was one of her favorite seasons along with spring so to say that the Belgian princess was enjoying it, was something obvious. You could see it on her sight, the glow that emanated from the feeling of the weather on her skin, the endless nights she’d sit on the beach to enjoy the summer breeze. Yes it was one of her favorite seasons. And the party...she was lately enjoying the events the Tulach threw to get relaxed and to bond. That was why she was standing on a corner, glass in hand and looking around, enjoying the view. 

Genevieve took a sip of her drink and glanced around at the pirates and royals who were at the beach party. While the pirate normally preferred mint mojitos, it was warm enough out that she’d chosen a mint julep as her drink for the day instead. Catching the eye of someone nearby, she raised her eyebrows in curiosity. “Are you having a good time?” she asked the other person. Genevieve knew that if everyone was enjoying a day at the beach, they would be too busy to find ways to cause trouble.

As soon as the party had begun, Wren made a beeline for the table of food. As someone who didn’t drink, the princess figured she would have to take advantage of any food and non-alcoholic drinks the pirates put out if she was going to enjoy herself today. The first thing her eyes had been drawn to was a chocolate icebox cake. Wren had a massive sweet tooth and a special soft spot for chocolate. Cutting a piece and putting it onto a plate, she took a large bite of cake just as she saw someone else approach the table. Wren started to speak, her mouth still full of cake, before she remembered her manners and finished swallowing before she spoke again. “Sorry” she said apologetically. “Its just that I can’t remember the last time I had chocolate cake and this one is really good!” She shot the other person a sheepish grin. “Is all the food at the parties on the island this good?”

Teddy had found the effort that had gone into the Valentine’s Day event particularly impressive but that seemed, in some sense, to pale in comparison to the sheer excitement in the air where the bonfire was concerned. It was, once again, a welcome change to have something to celebrate if only for a night and he was already on his second drink and enjoying the pleasant buzz of alcohol that felt just a bit stronger than anything he was used to; then again, he mused, he’d been borderline sober before he’d been brought to the island and his body evidently hadn’t adjusted to his previous distaste for alcohol. He turned around at the sound of footsteps behind him and raised his drink with a broad, easy grin, “It is a good party, no? I’m surprised by how much everyone seems to be enjoying themselves. Reminds me of university,” He said cheerfully. “Are you having a good time?”

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