Irial ♥ 5
♥ Who: Irial gentle_cruelty & anyone passing by
♥ Where: around Festival bonfire
♥ Style: Your preference
♥ Status: Open like faery wings
There were two things faeries of each court seemed to enjoy, and that was excellent wine and dancing. Of course, the style of dance differed between Courts. Summer Court fae preferred a happy dance in a meadow beneath the sun, or walking circles and spinning in the park, celebrating the fine weather and the freedom of movement. Dark court fae preferred a more primitive, raw, even sultry dance, feeding on the emotion in the movement, the physical pleasure of one's partner, and the release of energy.
So Irial was eager to join in the festitivities, when he saw the crowd dancing from the roof of his mansion. He wanted to be part of the swaying, warm bodies, feeling the music, casting shadows from the bonfires, and coexisting with the humans as if he were one of them. But he would not tire like they did, and he could certainly hold his wine better.
Almost as soon as he arrived, Irial claimed a cup, slipping into the cluster of dancers with a smile of satisfaction against the rim of the glass. His wings were glamored, his chest was bare, and he drank in honor of the evening ahead, sure to be entertaining.
(ooc: Feel free to join in or watch! But Irial will find you, wallflower or not)
♥ Where: around Festival bonfire
♥ Style: Your preference
♥ Status: Open like faery wings
There were two things faeries of each court seemed to enjoy, and that was excellent wine and dancing. Of course, the style of dance differed between Courts. Summer Court fae preferred a happy dance in a meadow beneath the sun, or walking circles and spinning in the park, celebrating the fine weather and the freedom of movement. Dark court fae preferred a more primitive, raw, even sultry dance, feeding on the emotion in the movement, the physical pleasure of one's partner, and the release of energy.
So Irial was eager to join in the festitivities, when he saw the crowd dancing from the roof of his mansion. He wanted to be part of the swaying, warm bodies, feeling the music, casting shadows from the bonfires, and coexisting with the humans as if he were one of them. But he would not tire like they did, and he could certainly hold his wine better.
Almost as soon as he arrived, Irial claimed a cup, slipping into the cluster of dancers with a smile of satisfaction against the rim of the glass. His wings were glamored, his chest was bare, and he drank in honor of the evening ahead, sure to be entertaining.
(ooc: Feel free to join in or watch! But Irial will find you, wallflower or not)