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Dalia Amaryllis

"Walk as if you are kissing the Earth with your feet."

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a character in “The Fair Folk”, as played by Cloud

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XXXX ▐║ NAME : Dalia TulipΓ‘n Amaryllis
XXXX ▐║ HUMAN ALIAS: Dale Grove, Tulip Luck
XXXX ▐║ NICKNAME : Dal, Dale
XXXX ▐║ AGE : One Hundred and Sixty-Six
XXXX ▐║ BIRTH DATE: 31st May, 1849
XXXX ▐║ COURT : Seelie, the blessed
XXXX ▐║ NATIONALITY : Spanish
XXXX ▐║ SEXUALITY : Pansexual

XXXX ▐║ DIALOGUE AND THOUGHT COLOUR : #859a6b


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X ▐║ SPECIES : Wood Nymph; Dryad, Anthousai
XXXXXMany mortal legends tell of nature spirits, of beautiful women who personify nature and frolic amongst the trees. Whether thought to be minor deities or divine spirits, they've persisted for centuries where wilderness runs free. It was to the Ancient Greeks that they first whispered their name, NymphΔ“, and ever since it is by nymph that their species has been known. Though, to stop at 'nymph' would be an error, for within the species they are many and varied. Celestial, water, underworld all deserve mention, yet it is wood nymphs which gain the most focus now.

XXXXXThey inhabit patches of wilderness left untouched by man; forests and groves, tree-lined mountain ridges, and anywhere else nature's green giants find their home. An all female species, they are known to be both shy and gregarious, often darting into the woods when a mortal approaches, but thriving off social interactions with their sisters and other fae. Dancing and singing is not uncommon among the nymphs, their voices melodic and their bodies naturally graceful. While finer divides within each type of nymph exists, many overlap, making concise classification extremely difficult. For Dalia, she would be classed as both Dryad and Anthousai, that is a nymph of trees and flowers respectively.

X ▐║ ABILITIES :
XXXXXWood nymphs have a strong affinity with woods and nature, and Dalia is no exception. Her powers allow her control over most plants, trees and flowers in particular bending easily to her will. She can grow plants in the blink of an eye, causing flowers to bloom in seconds and trees to tower over her where once there was only a sprout. Dalia cannot create from nothing, her plants must have at the least a seed for her magic to work, yet she has the capability to alter a plant or flower's genes in order to grow one from another. For example, a field of grass that has never seen flowers could bloom with a multitude of roses at her command, or the nymph could entice a lemon tree to bare apples on a whim.

XXXXXDalia can sense illness in plants with a touch, showing her where the disease has taken root if it's not visible to the eye. Healing and rejuvenating plants is also within her reach, though the larger the plant or the more corrupt it is with disease, the harder it is to heal. Large trees are much more difficult to grow because she lacks the power to see one reach maturity in a day. While most plants yield to her command, sea greenery and mountain grasses are much more difficult to manipulate, if only because Dalia has less experience with them.

XXXXXThe last power worth mentioning is one of camouflage. Within forests nymphs are able to blend in with their surroundings, it isn't invisibility, yet if a nymph wishes to remain unseen within her woods than it is the rare few who will spot her.






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    ▐║ HUMAN APPEARANCE :

      X HEIGHT : 1.65m; 5'5" XXXXiXXXX EYES: Forest green
      X WEIGHT : 53kg; 117lbs XXXXXXX HAIR: Light brown

      XXWhile Dalia's fae form is understandably more striking, there is nothing run-of-the-mill about her human appearance either. Her round face bares soft features; full lips more likely to smile than frown, and rosy cheeks often lightly kissed by sunlight. Sparkling, deep green eyes - occasionally mistaken for a warm brown from a distance - sees the world in flowers and trees. Even when glamoured, her human form will always possess some item that hints at her true self, be it a flower pendant on a bracelet or a leaf design on her shirt. Her body is slim yet shapely, well proportioned for the height at which she stands. Dalia's hair, naturally a light brown, was once dyed by mortal methods to be a light blonde, yet always she seems to return to brown. In her mortal guise her hair remains chest length and devoid of flowers unless the occasion calls for them.

    ▐║ FAE APPEARANCE :
      XXWhile Dalia keeps her hair shorter in her human form, there's no stopping her locks from falling to her waist when she embraces her fae side. Tendrils of brown fall down her back, with thin, living vines winding their way through her curls and wild-flowers growing and blooming before your eyes. Though the blossoms need no encouragement from Dalia to grow, she will often use a dash of magic to entice a few to form a crown of flowers atop her head. The blooms, more than just pretty decoration, give hints to the wood nymph's mood. Bright, cheerful flowers associated with happiness mean just that, while in times of sadness her flowers have been known to wilt slightly or become more sparse. Perhaps most pointedly, when frightened Dalia's blooms all withdraw inside their buds, leaving her curls devoid of colour and petals.

      Dalia's fingers give new meaning to the term 'green thumb', for each digit is stained green from the tip to the knuckle, the gradient gradual with the ends of her fingers a darker hue than closer to her palm. Her feet do not share this vivid colour, though it's not uncommon to find her bare foot and with a decorative vine curled around her ankle.





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X ▐║ QUIRKS
XXXXXPlaying with hair, whether running her fingers through the locks of a friend or braiding bright blooms into their curls, Dalia finds something calming about it. If she's allowed, Dalia will also create a flower crown to decorate whoever's hair she's playing with.
XXXXXTouch, has always been important to Dalia. She's a physical person who communicates in words and brushes of her hands against skin. She'll go for a hug by default or snuggle close at night without giving the actions a second thought.
XXXXXFruit, where others have sweet teeth, craving candy and sugar, Dalia longs for fresh fruit. Peaches are her favourite, and she'll quite happily gorge herself on any type of fruit when she's in the mood.
XXXXXEyes, Dalia's favourite feature in another is their eyes. They can reveal so much about a person, baring soul and mind or remaining as closed off as the face they stand in. Her favourite are blue and green eyes.

X ▐║ STRENGTHS
XXXXXSinging and dancing, like the majority of nymphs Dalia's voice is as sweet as honey and her body as graceful in movement as a tree swaying in the breeze. Dalia has a talent for both singing and dancing, and a love of music that sees her pulled to the dance floor whenever a tune is being played.
XXXXXAnimals, over a century spent living in the wilderness has given Dalia plenty of experience when dealing with most animals. She both adores them and finds that, generally, they get on relatively well with her too. A calm hand and reassuring voice certainly seems to help too.
XXXXXLight on her feet, without a sound she can navigate a forest, instinctively knowing how to move so that none may hear her passing. This talent is much more evident when in the wilderness, as might be expected. Yet, Dalia's stealth is still apparent even within the city, her footsteps light and silent no matter where she is.
XXXXXNatural remedies, given Dalia's knowledge of plants it's little wonder that she's adept at creating balms and salves from the plants she commands. While the balms themselves hold no more magic than most, the plant materials in them are the freshest magic can produce, and of the highest quality.

X ▐║ WEAKNESSES
XXXXXPhysical combat, as can be expected when one grows up in the wilderness far from others, there was no need for Dalia to ever learn how to wield a weapon. Neither does she have the inclination to learn such arts, being more of a pacifist at heart.
XXXXXModern technology, apart from occasional trips into her forest's neighbouring Spanish villages, it was only fifteen years ago that Dalia first experienced the world and all its modern technologies. She's still hopelessly lost when it comes to mortals' strange metal gadgets.
XXXXXLack of sunlight, like any plant, Dalia needs to be outdoors, collecting sunlight and breathing in the fresh air. A life indoors would not be fulfilling in any way, shape or form. More than that, too long indoors sees the wood nymph almost wilting like her beloved plants.
XXXXXAn open book, when your hair is filled with living flowers that bring your inner feelings to life it is hard to keep those same feelings hidden. Not only does Dalia's hair reveal her private emotions, but her face and eyes will too. For that reason bluffing, lying, and most forms of deceit are beyond her abilities.

X ▐║ FEARS
XXXXXFire, some argue that fire symbols new life, for Dalia she merely associates it with burning and destruction. She still remembers the forest burning as a child, the intense heat of the flames, and the death of the trees that were her home and friends. She can handle fireplaces and other contained flames, so long as she's not forced too close, but anything wilder has her panicked.
XXXXXChains, or in general being held captive, forced to spend the entirety of her life held within a single cell or chained to one wall. Nymphs need fresh air and nature, to keep her locked away from the outside and shackled with heavy metal cuffs would be a fate worse than death.





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X▐║ PERSONALITY
XXXXThere are certain traits that can be found in most nymphs; they're attuned to nature, generally empathetic to those around them, and possess a certain flirtatious side. Dalia is no exception. She'll walk through a forest slowly, finger tips brushing every leaf within reach, a content smile dimpling her cheeks. To both people and plants she empathises; a caring warmth that sees the nymph offer a helping hand, shoulder to lean on, or a kind word of advice. Less knowledgeable about the modern world and its problems than most, that advice may not solve every issue, but it does come from the heart.

XXXXDalia can't help that optimistic glint in her eyes, part of her mind reassuring her that everything will work out in the end as surely as seeds will continue to grow with a sprinkling of water and light. If it blinds her to some of life's realities or marks her as a dreamer, so be it. Dalia would rather covert happiness than let herself dwell on hardship. Yet, her cheer is not infallible. There are times when even optimism has its limits, cracks appear when friendship is lost, a plant dies, or a fear is encountered. These cases see the nymph leaning as heavily on her supporters as they do her. She does not bounce back from these lows as easily as some might assume, taking disappointment hard and fighting an uphill battle to return to her usual brightness.

XXXXWhile intelligence is evident, a sharp tongue and quick retort are not. A battle of fast words will have Dalia at a loss, preferring instead conversations held over lazy afternoon naps. A play on words might have her slower on the uptake, but she's always guaranteed to laugh when understanding dawns. She's not slow by any means, just accustomed to a different pace of life and alternate style of humour to the sarcastic wits of others. What Dalia does excel at is flirting; the subtle tilt of her head, swaying of her hips, sparkle in her eyes. She enjoys both the coquettish teasing and what it leads to, feeling no shame in indulging in physical acts of passion.

XXXXWith no mask to hide her expressions and emotions, many call Dalia an open book, and rightly so. Most of the time her face displays what she is thinking, a smile or frown translating to happiness and upset respectively. Games of deceit, bluffing, and even everyday dishonesty are out of the question, the truth quickly learned by a glance at her eyes. Even when her features are devoid of emotion, the living flowers woven through her hair betray any inner turmoil. The sudden appearance of thorns amongst her brunette curls will indicate an anger her face might be trying hard to conceal, or a furry of shifting blooms the excitement she's trying to contain. Luckily, Dalia is easily distracted, her attention quick to be diverted and her revealing flowers able to shift into a new emotion.





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X ▐║ FAMILY
XXXXXTillandsia Perritos Amaryllis | Mother | Wood Nymph | 491
XXXXXAbilo De La Fuenta | Father | Human | died 1907, aged 79

X ▐║ HISTORY
XXXXX1849, a small wood on the border between France and Spain saw the birth of a daughter, a wood nymph. Named Dalia TulipΓ‘n Amaryllis after the flowers her mother adored, she grew up among the flowers and trees that her mother had known all her life. Dalia's father was human, a brief lover of her mother's who wondered into the forest one day and came out a week later talking about beautiful maidens living among the trees. No one believed him of course, and though Tillandsia told Dalia the name of her father, Dalia never met the man.

XXXXX1854, the politics of the world did not matter to the nymphs. All they knew, or cared to know, were the trees, flowers, grass, and animals which made up their home. Yet, Dalia still remembers that home burning, the heat of the flames as the scorched the earth. Only five at the time, she was too young to know that the trees would eventually grow back, more concerned with the small family of rabbits she had befriended only a week before. She never knew if the bunnies survived. Much of the forest was lost to the blaze, and while many nymphs stayed to help the woods heal, Dalia and her mother left in search of new pastures.

XXXXX1855, they found their new home further inside Spain's borders. A forest, larger than their last, with the inner mass of trees still unseen by human eyes. It's here that Dalia spent the majority of her life, and though she missed her old home initially, she couldn't deny how right those new woods felt. It was amongst the century old trees and young flowers that she grew up, learning from her mother and sisters about the forest around her. There was safety and love, a sense of community that Dalia still remembers and loves to this day.

XXXXX1958, a walk to her favourite patch of trees see Dalia stumbling upon a young fae. He's obviously lost, scared, and lonely, and her heart goes out to him. Dalia can still remember caring for him, bringing the luck fae food and water, tending to any wounds, and wondering what misfortune had him wondering the wilderness alone. Kaz, on the other hand, considered it luck that he had been found by Dalia. She didn't want him to leave, but had he made a move to depart she would not have protested. Yet, days and weeks went by and her new friend remained. Eventually the question was asked, would he like to stay and live with them. Her smile when Kaz said yes was beaming, the flowers in her hair the brightest they'd been in a while.

XXXXX2000, Time passes differently in the woods, especially deep within the heart of the forest. The world was a strikingly different place by the time Kazimir and Dalia left to seek out any relatives or other luck fae that might shed light on his powers. Apart from short trips into the neighbouring villages, which were often slow to catch up to modern metropolises themselves in terms of technology, Dalia had not had much exposure to the modern world. Rather than be frightened by the advancements made, she was curious and excited.

XXXXXDalia was able to see much in the years that she and Kazimir travelled, broadening her mind and exposing her to more species of fae in the process. Eventually Dalia and Kazimir found their answer in Ireland, yet travel still called to the pair and after a time they left. They returned to Dalia's home, where her mother and fellow nymphs welcomed her back with open arms. Leaving them again was hard, harder than expected, but Dalia knew that she could never live the rest of her life within those trees, no matter how beautiful they were. With multiple promises to return regularly, she and Kaz continued their travels before eventually returning to Ireland. For the past five years Roinnte has been her home. Dalia frequents the parks and surrounding woods of the city, with each little patch of wilderness reminding her of home.





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XXX▐║ PLAYED BY : Cloud
XXX▐║ TIME ZONE : NZDT (UTC + 13)
XXX▐║ FACE CLAIM : Ana de Armas

XXX▐║ SHEET INSPIRATION : fivehours
XXX▐║ ALTERED BY : Cloud

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    XXXXXShe threw herself sideways to dodge the blade whistling past the right side of her head, skewering the space where her ear had been moments before. The girl slid into a crouch, her opponent's next manoeuvre slicing the air above her.
    XXXXXHer hand darted out to catch his exposed midriff with her weapon: an iron haladie with curving blades extending from both ends of the hilt, on which the Γ†thiriel coat of arms was etched in gold. The serrated edge revealed a subtle narration embedded beneath its smooth surface, the symbols the curling, unremitting script of ancient Syreli. Its twin rested in her other hand, which she jabbed towards the side of her brother's neck as he parried the blade she brought to his abdomen.
    XXXXXHe caught her thrust with the flat of his sword, pushing her backwards with a force that unearthed her stability. She caught herself mid-stumble and used the momentum to twist her body, foot kicking out to slam into his chest. Kane loosed a breath, but scarcely wavered an inch.
    XXXXXHe caught her ankle in his immutable grip before she could pull away, jerking her body towards him and tossing her to the ground as if she weighed nothing. Flames arched from the bottom of her spine where she fell, scorching her lungs and stifling her breath. Laira clenched her teeth to keep from moaning, though she doubted she had the air to articulate so much as a grunt of failure. She felt her father's disapproval as surely as if he'd materialised beside her. "Being wounded does not constitute defeat," he intoned, his voice the caress of the shard of hard rock digging into her back. "Simply because you are beaten up, does not mean you are beaten."
    XXXXXHer eyes evaded the iron point poised above her chest, reaching instead for his eyes. She lifted her palms in submission, before snatching the back of his ankle with the crook of her foot. His leg gave out beneath him, though he did not fall. She took the opportunity to reach over her head and propel herself upright. She swung her blade towards him and stilled inches from his throat.
    XXXXX"Match." She grinned.
    XXXXX"Nope," Kane responded, a smirk teasing the corner of his lips. Laira followed his gaze to find nothing but air between them, and in that second he'd swept her off her feet. She landed spectacularly, pain ricocheting from her back where bruises had no doubt been planted, and would blossom tomorrow in a parade of blue and purple. "The battle is not over until both parties rescind their weapons."
    XXXXXIt was for this reason that Kane had told Laira not to bother with employing a special weapon for their training, where her haladie was forged of one of the few materials that could penetrate dragonscale. He did not believe her capable of harming him, which served only to rile her more, a fact of which he was certainly aware of and took malicious pleasure in.
    XXXXXKane was beaming as he offered his hand for her to grasp. She squinted at the sunlight filtering from behind him, its clementine hues bleeding like yolk spilled over the Irish lands. She could see the glimmer of the silver sea behind him, torched in the setting sun so it seemed as if diamonds had been crumbled over its surface. It was odd to see a world exuding scarlet and gold after centuries in the blue ocean.
    XXXXXShe'd been allowed beyond at night, but only to the chasmal sea caves disseminated throughout the Pacific where The Tempest conducted their training and the Nixie took respite. There had been one in particular which DΓ‘rgh'kaelos brought her for her covert education - when others in Syrel had still detested her, or at least, more than they did now - the mortals called it The Grotto.
    XXXXXThe sun hurt her eyes, even though months had passed since she'd been allowed to join her brothers in Roinnte, albeit affixed to a short leash. She ignored the Kane's offer of assistance, and rose to her feet in one languid movement.
    XXX"Ah, did our warrior princess get her perky arse handed back to her again?" a familiar voice purred. Laira turned her head to find Llyr sauntering towards them, the wind tossing strands of his sterling blonde hair in a great halo around his head. His pompousness was like a heartbeat, underlying everything. Even the arch of his finger was laced with self-adoration as he rested two fingertips against their their left temple, lingering unnecessarily on Kane. The greeting was custom where they were from, the touch of temples enunciating a coveted phrase, "you are in my thoughts."
    XXXXX"Princess?" Kane mused, wiping his forehead with a towel he'd slung around his neck. "That might be pushing it a bit. She's really more of a bumbling brute." He seemed oblivious to her "fiancΓ©" revelling unabashedly at the sight of his bare torso.
    XXXXX"Indeed," Llyr murmured, pale eyes dark as they regarded her brother. "There are others far more beautiful."
    XXXXX"I hear the view from the cliffs are almost as beautiful as my darling brother this time of year," she said cheerfully. "Why don't you take a look, Llyr? If I'm lucky, you will accidentally topple off the edge and meet your watery death at the bottom."
    XXXXX"Alas, my darling inamorato," he began with a smile. "I am afraid I am somewhat resistant to drowning."
    XXXXX"Are you resistant to fragments of broken rocks shoved through your heart as well, darling?"
    XXXXX"But then how will I give my heart to you?"
    XXXXX"On a silver platter, of course," she said sweetly.
    XXXXXLlyr sighed, though his disappointment turned real when he saw that Kane had gone some time during their debacle. It was the Winter Solstice, and he'd informed Laira he had an obligation to attend to at the old opera house. Being the Syreli ambassador, he spent perhaps more time than he would like in expensive suits, drinking lavish champagne and nibbling on foreign caviar. Poor, responsible older brother. For once, her thoughts were not saturated in sarcasm. She did, in truth, avoid such pompous affairs - in part for the dancing, where she had the dexterity of a blue whale - though the dresses were very pretty.
    XXXXX"Where's Ryden?" she asked. Llyr feigned hurt.
    XXXXX"Is my presence not enough for you, my love?" he lamented.
    XXXXX"Quite enough, thanks," she responded. "In fact, it would be a great help to me if there could be less of you."
    XXXXXLlyr rolled his eyes, slipping his arm around Laira's shoulders. He towered over her, his willowy frame a perennial beside her cabbage patch. Regardless of whatever banter they exchanged, she'd known him since she was a girl, even if the sight of him pained her more than staring into direct sunlight.
    XXXXXAs if the skies had felt her contempt, the next thing she loathed more began pelting from the heavens. She cursed as swollen beads of water collapsed on her head. She batted them away, covering herself with two meagre hands as she raced for cover. She lunged onto the covered porch of her beachside home, nearly tripping into the pool that ran the length of the lower ground in her haste to avoid submersion. She could hear Llyr laughing behind her. She scowled at him.
    XXXXX"What's got your mood so sour, princess?" Llyr grinned.
    XXXXX"I'm looking at him."
    XXXXX"Come on," he said, handing her the navy umbrella resting on her wooden deck and nodding to where his car was parked a little ways away. "Ryden's at Wanderlust. I just stopped by to pick you up on my way there."
    XXXXXHe did not wait for her to respond as he took her hand in his, the other holding the large umbrella above her head. Minutes later they cruised into a space a short ways down from the alley that hid the club. Whilst Llyr, she knew, frequented the club regularly, she'd visited all but once and only for a fragment of a half hour. She was still surprised to see some glamours slip away as couple before them stepped through the murky entrance. She could smell their inebriation intermingled with other curious substances she did not recognise wafting from the hollows of the room beyond.
    XXXXXLaira flinched as they were flooded by a cascade of neon lights when they stepped in. The bass hissed beneath her skin, gripping her heart and squeezing it in time with the music. Bodies pressed against her, hands roaming across her body as opaque stares devoured her face, her chest, her soul. "Pretty Mer," one murmured. "Come play." Some beautiful, others grotesque, most both, the Fae inhabited every inch of the dark space. She pinned them with a withering stare, warning their hands to find another body to prod. Some headed her warning, others found their temptation magnified by the chase.
    XXXXX"Mmm, I think I've found my catch for the night," Llyr murmured by her ear and then his hands slipped from her shoulders. She followed his line of vision to see Kazimir by Dalia's side. They were inseparable, more so even than most twins and triplets she knew.
    XXXXX"I swear, Llyr, if you harass my-"
    XXXXXBut the crowd had swallowed him whole.

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Mr and Mrs Luck were not at all what Patricia Callaghan, the receptionist at one of Roinnte’s nicest hotels, had expected. For starters, Dale Luck had turned out to be the brunette female, her eyes sparkling and her smile wide as she corrected the bemused human. Cassie Luck, therefore, was the young man, his grin just as wide as his young wife though his eyes seemed to gleam with a hint more mischief. Neither seemed particularly perturbed at being confused for the other, both probably used to it after so many years of using the aliases. Not that Patricia Callaghan was to know their names weren’t their real ones. All she knew about the couple was that this was their honeymoon, and by some luck the system had altered their booking in such a way that the newly married Mr and Mrs Luck would now be spending a week in the honeymoon penthouse suite, all for the price of a single night’s stay.

β€œFortune is smiling on us today.” Mrs Dale Luck grins, tugging on her husband’s arm as they smile their thanks at the receptionist and head towards the elevator. Patricia can only smile and nod in return, only noticing the enlivened pot-plant beside her after the doors have β€˜dinged’ shut. Her brows furrow minutely, hadn’t that plant been on the brink of death the last time she’d glanced at it?

While Patricia continues to puzzle over the apparent regenerating pot-plant, Mr and Mrs Luck are making their way to the fifteenth floor of the hotel. Unlike the hotel which houses the Unseelie court, this hotel has no glamour concealing the penthouse, and in fact the lift goes right up to the rooftop pool. The pool isn’t the draw card for Dalia and Kazimir though, the goal of their ruse had been purely to find the nicest hotel on the block and weasel their way into the nicest room it had to offer. Kaz, unable to grant himself luck, always finds a willing and joyful partner in Dalia Amaryllis. It is she who has been granted just the right amount of luck to see the pair guided to their rooms.

The doors of the elevator open and both step out, Kaz swinging the keys to their suite in a hand as the other arm remains captured within Dalia’s excited grip.

β€œI hope the mini-bar is well stocked. Oh, and do you think they’ll have put fresh flowers in the room? They did that at the last place and they were beautiful.” Dalia grins up at her long-time friend, watching eagerly as he checks the number on the keys with that of the closest door. It’s not their room, and if the numbers are anything to go by, it appears their suite is at the end of the hallway. Taking note of the number, Kaz stuffs the keys into the pocket of his jeans before crouching down in front of the glamoured wood nymph.

β€œWould you like a ride, wife dearest?” He grins, indicating for Dalia to climb onto his back. Dalia giggles and loses no time in clambering onto Kaz’s back, hooking her thighs around his sides and her arms around his shoulders. She giggles again as Kazimir pretends to struggle under her weight, blowing a raspberry onto his cheek in response. Kaz laughs and, holding her legs firmly to his side, stands up with only the smallest teasing grunt.

β€œGiddy up mighty steed!” Dalia announces, pointing ahead and laughing as Kaz rolls his eyes.

β€œCall me a steed again and I’ll drop you.” He retorts, though his tone is light and teasing rather than offended. Nor does he loosen his hold on the nymph as he begins the journey down the corridor. Dalia, for her part, clings on, only occasionally twisting in her seat to glance through an open door into the rooms beyond. One occupant blinks in surprise to see the young couple walk by, and Dalia gives the business man a bright smile and a wave before they pass. The next person to see them, a teenager sulking at the door of his room, gets a cheeky grin from Kaz and a wink from Dalia.

Then, happily, their honeymoon suite is before them. Dalia, loathe to leave Kaz’s back, remains clinging to him, laughing as he struggles to pull the keys from his pocket while remaining balanced at the same time. Yet, despite the obvious struggle, he manages it. As the door swings open he steps inside, the nymph cheering aloud as the luxurious room reveals itself. Kaz lets her slide down off his back, closing the door after them so that they both may shed their glamours. For Kaz, his appearance barely seems to shift. His ears, only half hidden beneath brown locks, become pointed, and small golden freckles currently hidden by clothing, appear on his chest. His eyes, already a warm hazel colour, taken on a more golden hue. Dalia, on the other hand, has a slightly more noticeable change in appearance. Her hair lengthens, and before his eyes flowers appear between her curls, growing and unfurling in bright blooms that make obvious her delight in the situation. Green fingers give his arm a happy squeeze, and Kaz can only grin as Dalia kicks off her shoes and skips towards the mini-bar.

β€œWhat’ve they got?” Kaz calls over his shoulder as he goes to investigate the rest of their suite. He spies a vase of fresh roses on the dining table, as well as a welcome note and a bottle of champagne. As Kazimir uncorks the bottle with a loud β€˜pop’ he hears the rattle of the fridge and then a cheer from an excited wood nymph.

β€œThey have everything, Kaz.” Dalia exclaims, riffling through the fridge, before turning her head so that she can grin at her companion, β€œAnd, lucky us, looks like they overstocked the fridge and haven’t marked it off on the checklist.” The nymph fills her arms with little bottles and stands, kicking the refrigerator shut with her foot. Her bare feet slap against the wooden floors as she all but skips over to Kaz, releasing her spoils onto the glass surface of the table as she reaches him.

β€œChampagne, Dal?” He inquires, holding out a fluted glass filled with glistening liquid gold. Dalia takes it with a grin of thanks, waits for Kazimir to pour himself a glass and then holds her own up in toast.

β€œTo us, may our fortunes never run out and our gardens never be hit by a terrible plague of locusts.” Dalia grins, clinking her glass against Kaz’s even as he raises an eyebrow at her interesting choice of words. Nevertheless, they both take greedy sips of the champagne, before their eyes naturally seek out the main item of interest, the bed.

With a chorus of laughter the two young fairies run into the bedroom, their eyes growing wide as they fall upon the magnificent piece of furniture taking centre stage. It looked large enough to fit half the Seelie court within its folds, and, best of all, it looked as bouncy as one would hope for. Setting their glasses of champagne on the dresser, both fairies throw themselves onto the bed. Kaz is the first to his feet, and offers hand helping to haul Dalia to hers only a moment later. Then, with matching grins and quickly delighted laughs, the pair begin to bounce.

It has become a tradition of the pair to seek out flash hotels and then destroy the beds by using them as trampolines. Now is no exception and had anyone chanced to walk past their room and lean an ear against the door, they would have heard a chorus of shrieks and laughter as Dalia and Kaz fought to bounce the other the highest. Kaz, of course, is usually the winner of such competitions, his greater weight more often than not seeing Dalia catapulted into the air. It’s one such double-bounce that has Dalia thrown towards the ceiling, her arms outstretched and reaching for Kaz to catch her as she comes back down. He does, though as his hands clutch onto her arms, a blanket slips beneath his feet and the pair end up tumbling onto the mattress. They land with a thud, though luck again is on their side and the multitude of pillows cushion their fall.

β€œThis is up there with the top five beds.” Dalia jokes as she remains sprawled across the bed, catching her breath.

Kaz hums in agreement, β€œDefinitely top ten.” His eyes sparkle as he turns his head to watch his friend, β€œFancy another round of jumping or should we finish off the champagne?”

Dalia screws up her nose as she contemplates her options, before, with a decisive nod, she pushes herself off the bed and hops over to collect the champagne bottle and the glasses. β€œLet’s finish this and then head out to Wanderlust?” Dalia suggests, carefully handing Kaz his half-full glass as she reclaims her seat on the bed. Kaz pushes himself into a seated position as he downs the remaining liquid,

β€œSounds like a good plan.” He replies, holding his glass out to be refilled.

β€œI told Cael that we would meet him at the club, though…” And here Dalia pauses as she glances out the window, β€œIt’s raining and cold outside, can you call us a taxi?”

Kaz almost snorts in amusement at Dalia’s request. As of yet, Dalia has not learned the finer points of modern mortal technology. While she has used a telephone before, she still very much prefers to let Kazimir do the calling for her. Of course, given that it’s hardly a burden, he’s never slow in offering his help. He nods in reply, and clinks his glass against hers in a wordless cheers.

The pair spend another hour exploring all their suite has to offer. Kaz is delighted to find the bathroom stocked with all sorts of bubbles and bath salts, and he hops into the giant tub to soak while Dalia attempts to work out how to turn on the television. By the time she’s managed to turn the giant screen on and found a channel she’s happy with – a gardening show – Kaz is just about out of the bath. Both Seelie fae change into their clothes for the club, and once dressed they each do a twirl for the other.

β€œReady seΓ±orita?” Kaz asks once the obligatory whistles and applause have been given. Dalia nods and takes the offered arm, smiling at having that little extra bit of height thanks to her heels.

β€œSi, seΓ±or.” Dalia grins, before a flutter of the flowers in her hair has Kaz arching a brow in curiosity. β€œOne moment.” She murmurs as Dalia shuffles over to the collection of mini alcohol bottles on the table, β€œMay as well make the most of these.” She grins, pushing two into her clutch. Kaz shakes his head and laughs, before once again offering the nymph his arm as they make their way back down tote foyer.

By the time the pair’s taxi pulls up outside the entrance to wanderlust, both of the small bottles are been emptied. Kaz is teetering on the border of tipsy, though thankfully as they step out into the cool night air the slap of rain helps to keep him sober. The taxi driver, while apparently confused at the location, for the glamour only reveals to him a plain alleyway, nonetheless sees his passengers off with a nod before driving away.

Together Kaz and Dalia enter the alleyway, stepping over puddles of dirty water without a second thought. There are few fae to be found waiting outside, in fact only one being, camouflaged against the brick wall like a chameleon, is there. The chameleon fae makes no move as the pair of Seelies arrive, other than to flick out a tongue as if tasting the scent of both. Kaz and Dalia pay him no mind as they open the door and step inside. Almost instantly they’re hit with the pounding music, just loud enough to have it pulsating through your body while also allowing for you to speak to your neighbour without having shout. How the music can be both loud and quiet is a marvel of magically innovation, and one often applauded by the denizens of Wanderlust.

While the hearing is the first sense affected by the club, sight and smell soon follow. Bright lights and strobes paint the main room in colour, while the collection of fae – most without their glamours – offers another feast for curious eyes. The smell is almost entirely unique to such fairy establishments, a certain collaboration of potion powder, a sweet aroma like that of nectar and honey, and the more mundane sweat. Taste is another sense not long left untouched, for as soon as a drink is in hand Dalia and Kaz are both able to indulge their taste-buds. Rather than selecting an alcoholic beverage, the pair pick cocktails of fruit juice and sugar from a passing pixie’s tray.

With drink in hand they cast their gaze across the mass of fairies. They miss the blue eyes of their mer-friends, hidden as they are by the many revellers in the room. Many can be found in the throbbing mass of dancers, all their bodies captivated and held by the three-handed DJ. Others gather around the edges, seated or standing around tables. Doorways and alcoves dot the walls, leading to private nooks where lovers can hide from the wandering eyes of the dance floor or private dealings can be agreed upon. Kaz and Dalia bypass the dark alcoves, instead pouncing upon a recently vacated table not too far from the club’s popular bar.

They’ve been at the table for barely a second before a purring beauty slides up beside Kaz, long blonde locks and a pretty face marks him as a water fae. His grin is almost predatory as he takes the seat beside Kaz, leaning in to murmur greetings to the pair. Kaz and Dalia respond in turn, and while Kaz responds to Llyr’s question regarding what he’s drinking, Dalia turns her gaze out to the club. The crowd momentarily parts and her eyes find a familiar face standing alone. Though her voice will not carry across the dance floor Dalia calls out to Laira, waving a hand in a further attempt to catch her attention.

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    XXXXXHe watched the sun fall into the ocean and be torn apart by waves.
    XXXXXCaelius' hand collapsed into itself, the globe of water hovering above him shattering into a thousand droplets at his command. None grazed his skin. Again, he unravelled his fist and the liquid filled the gaps between his fingers, dancing like koi fish in a fathomless pond. He held them suspended before him, and for a moment the water danced as if it had consciousness.
    XXXXXTears coiled in a weave of hair, framing a heart-shaped face. Transparent eyes stared at him, though he could never capture their likeness. She gave him a watery smile, lips colourless where he knew they were an enduring pink. He held his breath, bleeding his concentration into sustaining her lovely face, trailing the water down her neck to form the demure arch of her shoulders, the gentle protrusion of her clavicles-
    XXXXXShe disintegrated before his eyes as the air escaped his lips in a white haze, exuding the heat that seemed to permeate his body regardless of his environment. Dalia; the name flowed soundless from his lips, evanescent as his ice sculptures. He gave her a rose once, the perfect one of innumerable attempts. It had dissolved in her hand.
    XXXXXCaelius followed the trickle of sunlight on the horizon, eyes open against the flames. They illuminated the cracks in his irises, silver slivers radiating from black pupils, the surface of a pale blue sea. "Eyes like broken glass," his mother had told him. "Your grandmother's eyes."
    XXXXXYour grandmother who ran for her mortal love at noon, and came back a puddle of tears, was what she had not said. Quickly devoured by the tide, never to be seen again. Sometimes he thought the Nixie were not cursed with disintegration by light, but with a terrible taste in lovers.
    XXXXX"Why are you sulking?" came a low rumble. Kane appeared beside him, joining him in his intense battle of the unblinking with the fountain situated in the centre of their drawing room. The glass dome stretched above them, filtering the light that came in to drench the plants emerging throughout the hall.
    XXXXX"Because Laira is."
    XXXXX"Well then, you may as well give up now," Kane teased. "I'd imagine it difficult enough to have Laira by choice, but to be her Half by default," he shivered. "May the tides have mercy on you."
    XXXXX"It isn't so bad," Caelius said, a small smile teasing his lips. "Most of the time I'm just hungry."
    XXXXX"Her stomach is an insatiable void that preys on the weak," Kane agreed. "Once I claimed in jest that she would eat a small child if she was hungry enough, and you know what she told me?"
    XXXXX"'Only the red-haired ones because they preserve my youth'?" he ventured.
    XXXXX"Close. She said blonde."
    XXXXXCaelius laughed and Kane grinned, but slowly their mirth became a ripple in the water. They stared into it, their reflections shivering on its surface. The oldest and the youngest of their family bared little resemblance, save for their dark hair and sterling blue eyes, though Kane's was marred by a jolt of brown in his left.
    XXXXX"You feel it, too, don't you," Kane murmured. It was more a statement than a question, but Caelius nodded nonetheless. "The water is uneasy. The alliance is precarious. The Unseelie are outraged with recent events, and we are no better." He turned to his brother. "It is impossible to prepare for a war we wish to prevent, and yet we do." Silence excised his speech, until Caelius spoke in turn.
    XXXXX"Do you believe we will come to that?" Caelius asked, though he already knew Kane's response, a thought affirmed by his reply.
    XXXXX"I believe we must prepare for anything."
    XXXXXCaelius turned away from his brother and stared into the waning light. He spread Kane's previous words before him and spun them into his own response. "Then I suppose we cannot prevent a war," he said.
    XXXXXKane paused before he next spoke, and when he did, he wore a quiet smile, almost as if Caelius had impressed him by revealing his contradiction. "Perhaps not. The Seelie is blessedly run by some less cynical than I." He buttoned the cuff of his crisp oxford shirt, the tailored material stretched over his muscled forearm. "Aegle is a wise and fair leader. She will do what is best."
    XXXXX"What about what's right?" Caelius murmured. Kane paused, before shrugging his suit jacket over his broad shoulders.
    XXXXX"Careful, little brother. You're starting to sound like me," he joked.
    XXXXX"Lord forbid," Caelius said in mock-horror. "Anything but that." Kane thumped him on the arm. A mortal might have flown across the room, but Caelius merely stepped.
    XXXXX"I need to attend the celebration at the opera house," Kane said, sobering. "There is likely to be discord with tonight's festivities." He grasped Caelius' shoulder. "Be careful tonight, brother."
    XXXXX"Always." He rested his fingertips on Kane's temple and received the same in return. "And likewise."

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    XXXXXIt was like being submerged in the ocean. He felt their heartbeats, vehicles pumping blood through their systems, each a different cadence vibrating in the bodies around him. He felt Dalia as surely as if she were a tide washing over him, cool against his burning skin.
    XXXXXHe moved towards her like water around ocean debris, smooth and unyielding. Her laughter trickled towards him like a flash of his name in a sea of murmurs. He resisted the urge to wrinkle his nose at the poison that permeated the purity of her blood, infusing it like molasses. He had not known what it was when he first ventured on land after-
    XXXXXAfter.
    XXXXX"Dalia." Her name unfurled from his tongue like a prayer, a low vibration beginning in his chest and ending in hers. "You look beautiful, as always." He stood behind her, his chest pressed against her back in the crowded space, lips hovering by her ear.
    XXXXXHe turned to the Avian Fae who occupied the space beside her, and gave her a smile. The girl turned to him, transfixed as his set of dark lashes grazed smooth cheekbones in a blink that seemed, for her, to last a small fragment of eternity. "Forgive me," he said. "Would it be alright if I sat beside my friend?"
    XXXXX"Oh!" the girl said. "Oh, no. No, of course not. Here." She jumped out of her seat and nudged her friend hastily, waving for her to move across so she could take her seat. Their gazes darted towards him, before returning to each other, giggles bubbling behind their hands.
    XXXXXCaelius rested his hand for a brief moment on Dalia's naked shoulder before reaching to tug at the chair that had been recently vacated. He pulled it out and slid into it, propping his head on a fist as he turned to gaze at the nymph. "You are about to become quite inebriated in a few minutes, love." He smiled. "Can I get you a drink? I suppose I'll be carrying you home either way."
    XXXXX"Caelius, Caelius," Llyr teased from across the table. "What would DΓ‘rgh'kaelos say? Using your looks like that."
    XXXXX"Pardon?" Caelius asked.
    XXXXX"Oh, don't act innocent. We all saw what you did."
    XXXXXCaelius furrowed his brows. "What did I do?"
    XXXXXLlyr sighed, smiling as he returned his attention to Kazimir. He slipped the bartender a few notes as he bought the Luck Fae a drink. "Still, Caelius has nothing on you," he whispered.

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The afternoon had melted into evening, and the sun hung low in the sky; a golden-faced babe cradled by the prismatic furrow of clouds that spilled over the horizon. Its waning light caught in the forest's entangling verdure, and shattered, scattering pieces of lustre across the woodland floor like shards of glass from a broken mirror. The mist was a constant, and even as the fragments of luminescence pierced it, fronds of muted fog licked softly at the wounds made.

Glades were spread sparsely throughout the small wood; little clearings in which the light would spill, phosphorous and pale. Wildflowers grew thick and varied; a sundry assemblage of bluebells and foxgloves and wild angelica. The floral profusion circled around the centre figure of the glade -a solitary alder tree- like a gaudy necklace, its many-hued state making up for the tree's own dull appearance, struck bare by winter.

A fair-skinned leg swayed leisurely to and fro as it dangled from one of the alder's outstretched branches. Its pair was folded, knee used as a crutch to support the owner's elbow. She herself sat upright; back against the alder's bole, and as her dangling limb swung in fainΓ©ant oscillation, her focus was completely set on the words in front of her.

She'd been sitting there for the past six hours, studying. Studying the words that lay in laddered lines on each smoothly glossed page. Around people, her expression rarely faltered in its deadpan consistency, but whilst she read, her face was raw and as readable as her beloved novels. Now, her brow furrowed as her gaze drew across a particularly harrowing delineation.

"Hey-yup, Blue, time to get going!"

Her leg froze mid-sway, and the prior quietude crumbled in an instant. She turned her head slightly to face the speaker, slowly and deliberate, as though the action pained her.

Or perhaps just the person.

He looked as he always did; stupid. Or such was Ao's opinion. His eyes framed by thick kohl, his peridot irises flickering with mischievous vexation, and his hair styled into that ridiculous mohawk-y look that had gone out of fashion at least two decades ago. The omnipresent smile was there, too; directed at her as though expecting her to return one back.

She'd have thought he'd have learnt by now. "'Get going'? Get going where?"

Caolan scoffed as he looked up at the wisp, rocking back and forth on his feet with a cheerful vigor. "Wanderlust. Duh."

"And why would I want to visit that hormonal cesspit?"

Caolan stared at her a brief moment, as though stunned by her stupidity. He snapped out of his blinking stance with a wild wave of his hands, which he threw up in seeming exasperation. "Um, hello? Any clue what day it is?" "... The twenty second of December. Get a calendar." "It's Yule, you muppet!"

His outcry was met with a blank stare, and his chagrin flared. The dark curls that crowned his brow fluttered as he blew them from his eyes, and he jumped upwards, fingers catching on the alder's lowest branch. Grunting slightly, he hoisted himself up, swinging one leg over as he turned to face Ao. "The Winter Solstice! JΓ³l! The Longest Night! Come on, Blue, I thought you were supposed to be clever." "Why do you think I'm ignoring you?" "How do I love Yule? Let me count the ways. Drinking, partying, shagging..." "Why are you inviting me, again?" "... gambling, smoking, more shagging..."

Ao sighed censuredly, and she looked back to the publication in her hands, pointedly turning the page. Caolan halted in his listing, noting her lack of interest with a dash of distress. "To summarize, Yule is fucking fun. Something you aren't exactly privy to all that oft-"
He faltered as his gaze fell upon the literature Ao was reading, and he snatched it from her grasp. Reading the cover, his expression turned into one of humored incredulity.

"Are you reading fucking Cosmo?" "It provides a fascinating perspective of the human psyche." "Psyche my arse." He flicked aimlessly through the pages, before pausing on a certain article and reading out the title "Ooh, Twenty One Leonardo DiCaprio Movies..." He glanced up at her with a sultry expression, and finished with a hushed tone, "... Ranked by hotness."

Ao snatched the magazine out of his hands. "Let's just go to the damn club."

The so-called 'hormonal cesspit' that was Wanderlust smelt particularly strong this evening, an intoxicating concoction of incense and perspiration and spice. The building was flooded with fae, Unseelie and Seelie alike. Imbibing harlequin cocktails, exchanging conversation over the raucous din, pressing against each other on the dance floor, whispering sweet nothings in one another's ears.

Suffice to say, Ao was out of her element.

Caolan swung his arm over her shoulders, leading her through the crowd as he tossed out greetings here, and avoiding gazes there. The latter action was of no surprise to Ao, as Caolan had always had a knack for inspiring murderous thoughts. As they crossed the dance floor, Caolan gripped Ao's shoulders tightly, swerving her in the opposite direction as he sneaked glances behind him. "Shit. Uh... avoid the feathered bloke with the aviators, 'kay? I kind of owe him money."

Caolan's eyes caught on a familiar pair, and his previously nervous expression evolved into a wily grin. "Well, if it isn't my two favourite Seelie." Ao followed his gaze, and although her face did not crease in the slightest, a feeling of pleasantness blossomed. It truly was strange, that two of the people she was supposed to be enemies with were in fact some of her closest friends.

Well, perhaps the turn 'friends' was too strong. After all, she'd never exactly been adept in the art of friend-making, and 'friends' sounded so perpetual. So indefinite.

And as Ao knew more than any human could possibly, 'eternity' was a very long time.

Closing the distance between them, the odd pair walked up to the Seelie duo. It took only for the bartender to heed the identity of the oncoming customer for him to pour a whisky for the inky-eyed kobalo, and as he slid it across the bar, Caolan caught it deftly. Hopping lightly into a stool, he perched his elbow on the hard surface of the bar, and took a sip from his drink.

"Uh, shouldn't you two be slughtering some helpless human slave in bloodthirsty vengeance right about now?"

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Dalia’s hand falls to her side as the crowd coalesces into a throbbing mass of bodies, blocking her view of the female mer-twin. A hopeful smile – surely her frantic signalling had garnered some attention – marks Dalia’s face as she returns to a more relaxed pose. Dark green eyes fall on the young Luck Fae sitting opposite her, that hopeful smile turning into a smirk and a bubbling laugh as she watches Kaz listening to a quiet joke whispered into his ear by the ethereal Llyr.

Kazimir can feel the warm hand of his companion on the small of his back and he grins at the blonde figure beside him, muttering a borderline dirty joke in reply that has Llyr chuckling under his breath. Kaz catches Dalia’s gaze, grinning at the nymph when he sees her smirk. His golden eyes pass over her shoulder, catcing sight of a slim, dark haired figure navigating his way through the crowd. This is not the nixie whom Dalia had been madly waving to a minute ago, but the water fae’s twin brother. Kaz makes eyes at Dalia, attempting to signal their impending visitor. The wood nymph’s eyes narrow and the blooms in her hair turn a mustard yellow in confusion, her mouth parting to ask Kaz what he means when a warm presence comes to rest behind her back.

Her name is pronounced like a musical note, slipping from between rose lips like a song. The nymph’s smile broadens as she recognises the deep voice, turning her face up to meet the startlingly blue eyes of the newest addition to their small party. His compliment only makes her happier, the petals in her hair developing into little bluebells and delighted, miniature sunflowers.

β€œCael!” She says brightly, waiting for him to take his seat. As always she warms to his touch, her grin strengthening despite the assertion that her levels of intoxication are about to rise. There is truth in the statement, and in the possibility of Caelius having to take her home. This wouldn’t be the first occasion that has had the water fae supporting an intoxicated and silly nymph, yet Dalia is happy to note that she at least always remembers her night and manages to survive without too bad a hangover the next day. Dalia can’t say the same thing for Kazimir, who has been left crippled for a day after drinking in excess the night before several times.

Dalia giggles at Llyr’s interjection before scooting over in her seat so that she’s able to slide an arm around Caelius’ slender waist. Dalia has always been a person who craves contact, seeking it out whenever she’s with someone she knows well. Hell, she’ll give a complete stranger a hug in greeting if she thinks they need it. Caelius, however, is no stranger, nor is this the first time that she’s rested a rosy cheek on his shoulder. He’s just as comforting now as he’s always been; warm and stable, his smile sending flurries of happy flowers throughout her hair… or was that the alcohol?

β€œI’m glad you came tonight.” She tells him, head tilted back so that she can both rest it on his shoulder and attempt to meet his eyes. They’re a stunning vivid blue, her favourite colour. The arm wound around his hip gives him a squeeze, her eyes suddenly alighting with energy as an idea bubbles to the surface. β€œLet’s dance Cael!” She entreats, her head leaving the comfort of his shoulder as she slides off her chair.

The green fingers of Dalia’s hand lace their way through his, pulling lightly at his arm as she calls him to the dance floor again. A new song has come on, it’s a tune she’s never heard before but Dalia is determined that she will dance to it with Caelius. One could argue that the alcohol flowing through her system is increasing that determination, but then again where there is dancing one can always count on finding any nymphs present in the midst of it.

Across the table Kaz lets out a snort of amusement. β€œWe’ll save your seats if that’s what you’re worried about.” Kaz teases Caelius, β€œUnless they kick you out for scaring everyone off with your terrible dancing.” The joke is meant kindly rather than harshly, and the response from the nymph is a laugh and an extra tug on Caelius’ hand,

β€œYou won’t be that bad, not when you have me to help!” Dalia grins, almost bouncing on the spot, β€œI’ll show you how to move.”

Kaz opens his mouth to reply, the smirk on his face no doubt indicating that whatever his comment is will not be for innocent ears, yet before he can form the words his attention is stolen not by the fair haired Llyr, but a drawling Irish voice that has him turning in his seat to face the bar. He’s greeted by a fairly familiar sight; his favourite Unseelie, a glass of whiskey in his hand, dark kohl marking his eyes, and a cocky smirk decorating his face.

β€œCaolan you ass, you’re lucky it’s just me that heard you say that.” Kazimir replies, greeting the Unseelie fae with a smirk of his own. Certainly that kind of comment could cause more than a scuffle should the wrong pair of ears catch it. Kaz’s golden eyes pass the male fae and find the will-o’-the wisp standing beside him. β€œNice to see you out Ao.” He tells her, that cheeky grin not quite leaving his face. β€œShouldn’t you two be at some fancy Unseelie shindig at your headquarters? Or did you want to have some actual fun?” Kazimir only waits a second for an answer before nodding his head towards the seats that Dalia and Caelius were leaving vacant, β€œPull up a chair if you like.” He offers, regardless of his earlier promise to save the chairs for Dalia and Cael.