Gathering Post : 2/24 - 3/2

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[winter_wisp]

Goth was a word Winter knew from the mortal television he watched, and he wrinkled his nose as the thought of this new friend dressed so darkly. It simply didn't fit in his mind. Not like Fae Willy, who wore black as though it was his armour.

"I only had one set of clothes when I was... When I was younger," he said, not sure how to talk about his life without betraying what he was. "...So I like all the clothes now. My wardrobes are packed full. I have jumpers and jeans, and dresses, and boots... It's wonderful."

[utterly_mysterious]

Head slightly tilted, Angelique listened, and her expression grew even softer in sympathy. "When I was younger, I only had a few clothes I was allowed to wear, too. I learned how to sew so that I could make exactly what I wanted, whenever I wanted it. It is wonderful. Wonderful is the perfect word for it, Winter Wisp."

She lifted her glass for an impromptu toast. "To being ourselves."

[winter_wisp]

Winter grinned at that and nodded, bouncing just a bit. "Yes, that is a good toast," he giggled. "It is the only person I know how to be."

[utterly_mysterious]

"And you are doing marvelously at it," Angelique assured him, smiling over her wine. "I'm quite sure you are the finest Winter I've ever met. So much sweeter than the one that arrives after Autumn and makes it seem like Spring will never come."

[winter_wisp]

Winter beamed at that, and had he not magicked away his wings, they would have fluttered happily at the complement.

"Thank you," he peeped cheerfully. "I am a very good winter," he agreed, unaware that his skin had started to faintly glow. Like a teenager who had no control over their hormones, Winter was still young enough that his magic could be a touch unpredictable. Thankfully no one around them seemed to notice before the glow faded- Though it was very likely Angelique had.

[utterly_mysterious]

Angelique blinked rapidly, and glanced up for some sort of spot-light or something that might have caused... whatever she thought she had just seen."You..." She laughed, and shook her head, draining the rest of her wine. "I could have sworn you lit up, quite literally, just then. You haven't taken anything, have... I haven't taken anything, have I?"

[winter_wisp]

Winter's eyes went slightly wide, and he let out a soft peep as he shook his head.

"I didn't glow. There was no glowing. ...That would be bad, and I can't be in trouble again," the pixie said, looking a bit panicked and tensing as if he was getting ready to run off.

[utterly_mysterious]

"Sweetheart, no one's going to get in trouble." Angelique took a half-step closer, but didn't move to touch him. The poor thing looked ready to bolt, and she didn't want to make him feel more afraid. "I'm excellent at secrets. Not a word passes my lips. All right?"

[winter_wisp]

Winter looked unsure, letting out a soft coo.

"Okay," he nodded, fidgeting a little, but appearing to calm down.

[utterly_mysterious]

Angelique wasn't certain just what she was keeping secret, but at least it had reassured him. Anything she thought she had seen must have been a trick of the blend of lighting effects at the various shows. They made everyone look unearthly.

"Well, if you don't think you'll be too warm in that darling jumper, shall we try to find some of that thumpy music?" she suggested.

[winter_wisp]

Winter beamed, peeling off his teddy jumper and knotting it around his waist, revealing a loose vest beneath it that read 'in pizza we crust'.

"Yes! Thumpy music, that sounds like a very good plan."

[utterly_mysterious]

Angelique tried to bite back a laugh at the sight of the second top and did not quite manage it. Of course he was wearing a second shirt extolling a love of pizza. Of course he was. "Come along, then," she laughed, and offered Winter her hand.

[winter_wisp]

Peeping happily, Winter gladly took the offered hand, following her in search of music he could really dance to. Eager to have his first good night out since... Well, since the thing had happened.