>>5902833It’s not quite one of Logan Pearce’s Sparrowton-Corwhurt barn-ragers, but the eladrin of the Schoale really DO go all out for you. Nym and Devi assemble a respectable cohort of their kindred, who cast a variety of elemental and illusory spells to light up one of the secondary courtyards of the sprawling Yllarquin City campus, giving it a classy-yet-festive air. Smooth, silver chalices moulded to perfect ergonomics are filled from an ornate, stained-glass fountain which—with a tap and a touch of magic—seems to convert an elixir of berries and nectar through a rapid transformation—nay, DISTILLATION—into something sweet and strong and DANGEROUSLY delectable. There are songs—some of Earth and some of Moon, and many old ballads in ancient tongue, and all sung with the mystically-impeccable key of the celestial elves.
“We hope you enjoy yourself,” Devi says softly, standing beside you near to the fountain. “We… Will miss you also.”
Nym merely nods, and sips from their own cup.
“I… You two, you didn’t need to… HEY!”
You shout the last word as you catch your ‘familiar’, little Veloz, dipping his tube-like beak and long, curling proboscis-tongue into an inattentive attendee’s drink. He flits away before you can grab him, but you notice the little hummingbird is winding a rather unsteady flight-path.
“Veloz will be fine,” Devi says, resting a hand on your shoulder.
“Maybe a little disoriented tonight, and sluggish tomorrow,” Nym suggests
“It’s the nectar,” you huff. “It must smell like food to the little… Gah.”
Your attendees, perhaps loosened up by the alcohol despite their outward stoicism, both rub your back and shoulders. You have to admit—it feels nice. If you didn’t have someone waiting for you in Hawksong… Well, and if you knew their SEXES…
You shake your head, feeling your face flush, and put down your drink. A year alone on the moon must be getting to you! You'd better get off this rock before you start trying to seduce GODDESSES or something.
What do you get up to at the party?
>You know… You might just broach the subject of moon-elf sex and gender after all this time>You think you recognize Mithrel from that council-meeting across the hall—maybe you’ll go chat with him about matters of divine import and the coming age>You still have that packet of shirin… Maybe you’ll finally try the drug again? It offered a rather enjoyable evening LAST time, and unexpected insight>Keep things mellow and low-key [skips the festivities]>Write-in[Art by warlocklord on Fiverr (colour edited by me)]
