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The festivities moved along without Nairth. Only passing glances greeted him as he enjoyed a small meal at one of the many tabled procured for the event. It was a far cry from the attention he'd received before, but he held no malice over such exclusion. The most popular of attendees appeared to be those of the Lusce family, a bloodline of the Night Court with whom he'd never found harmony.
Their beliefs were a stark contrast and a difference that would not be reconciled simply. Still, he did silently acknowledge that the land around them did not recoil in fear quite as much as it once had. Perhaps that seed of kindness he'd planted among them some time ago had taken root after all? It would bring him joy to see their relationship with Arethil improve...
"I never liked red. Much too alike to blood and other awful things such as... blood."
A woman's voice found him from his side, as soft and gentle as the sun across the bare flesh of his back. San'Seya's lips pursed lightly in idle thought, bringing his drink back to his lips and replying to the voice without looking at its maker. "Blood is that vessel in which our livelihood is carried." He hummed. "Its beauty lies in its hidden nature, residing beneath the flesh, away from our eyes. That we do not acknowledge its existence until it is spilled tells of how we do not truly appreciate it."
Gently he places his cup upon the table and turns his head to rest his golden eyes upon the yellow-clad Sidhe addressing him. She was new; A stranger boldly approaching him at a gathering such as this usually indicated one who sought something from him, be it power, wisdom, or pleasure.
"I look upon you and see beauty born of blood. I see the pink it brings to your skin, the scarlet of your eyes, and I laud what it brings to life."
Solenne
Their beliefs were a stark contrast and a difference that would not be reconciled simply. Still, he did silently acknowledge that the land around them did not recoil in fear quite as much as it once had. Perhaps that seed of kindness he'd planted among them some time ago had taken root after all? It would bring him joy to see their relationship with Arethil improve...
"I never liked red. Much too alike to blood and other awful things such as... blood."
A woman's voice found him from his side, as soft and gentle as the sun across the bare flesh of his back. San'Seya's lips pursed lightly in idle thought, bringing his drink back to his lips and replying to the voice without looking at its maker. "Blood is that vessel in which our livelihood is carried." He hummed. "Its beauty lies in its hidden nature, residing beneath the flesh, away from our eyes. That we do not acknowledge its existence until it is spilled tells of how we do not truly appreciate it."
Gently he places his cup upon the table and turns his head to rest his golden eyes upon the yellow-clad Sidhe addressing him. She was new; A stranger boldly approaching him at a gathering such as this usually indicated one who sought something from him, be it power, wisdom, or pleasure.
"I look upon you and see beauty born of blood. I see the pink it brings to your skin, the scarlet of your eyes, and I laud what it brings to life."
Solenne