Maedbh's Temple; The Dawn Court
Hierarchy is one of the greatest constraints we allow ourselves to fall into. I decree that once a year the tables shall be reversed! Lesser Folk and humans may taste what it is like to be a King, and Kings may taste the freedoms afforded to those who can go unnoticed in a crowd...
"T-thank you! Oh Fava--" The Fury of War held up one hand to silence her and shook her head in a bemused gesture.
"What did I tell you, Nynaeve? You do not thank servants if you truly wish to act like a Queen this day," the last part of her sentence was said in a hushed tone as she bent and offered the tiny fae her hands to help her down from the large throne-like chair she had been sitting on. The girl blushed but at least managed to catch herself before she curtseyed and was soon running off into the crowd to enjoy the rest of the festivities the day had to offer. Favashi watched her go with a smile that made her face a heart-breaking work of art despite the more mundane clothes she wore today. Instead of the usual battle attire fit for a general people often found her in she had opted to dress as the brownies did. Her simple cut gown looked to be woven out of moss and embroidered with delicate little flowers that blended in to the tapestry on her back. Her hair she wore loose, pinned back only at one side by a simple gathering of feathers she had found on her way there. Feet bare and dusty already, she looked the least like herself.
Yet she had never felt more like herself.
Latha bun os cionn - or Topsy Turvy Day as the Little Folk had named it - was one of her favourite holidays. Maedbh had been right; the Little Folk did not always appreciate the freedom that came with not being looked to for answers or guidance. She watched in amusement as a Puca unsuccessfully tried to shoo away a gaggle of sidhe who had taken to following him and giving him little gifts of pinecones. Ny had been the last customer before her voluntary shift at the relaxation centre had ended and after tidying up her station she practically skipped off into the crowds herself. Unseen. Unnoticed. Ordinary. Oh what a thrill it was!
And no stupid dancing for her!
Her eyes flickered up to one of the palaces owned by the Priestesses who was hosting the festivities exclusive ball and the hive of activity as leprechauns, pixies and wisps alike were ushered inside the door by two serious looking Duanann - high courtiers of Andronicus' court. Whilst the Lesser Fae were treated like royalty the rest of them were left to enjoy the rest of the entertainment. Jousts on camels, puppet theatres, mummers plays. The streets were wall to wall with entertainment alongside food stalls and market stands were tenders tried to shout over the din. The trouble was picking what to watch first really. As a cheer went up from the large circus pavilion nearest the Temple - a temple shut and strongly guarded, after all, not even this day allowed for those outside the order inside - Favashi weaved her way towards it.