Gathering Post

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The Queen's official birthday celebrations might wait for the better, brighter weather of June, instead of the actual date just passed, but there was no lack of things to do in London this week, even if it was cooler and damper than the week before. St. George's day festivities were scattered throughout the city, competing with celebrations of the four hundredth anniversary of Shakespeare's death. Getting around the city could be even more difficult than usual on Sunday, with multiple streets closed off for the London marathon.

There were exhibits - everything from graphic design to a survey of Sicilian history to the influence of underwear. And the same level of diversity could be found whether you were in the mood for music, theatre, good food, or late night fun. There was something for everyone, and no matter your plans - or lack of plans - you never quite knew what you were going to find, or who might find you.



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[winter_wisp]

Winter wandered along, tugging at his tie, then fussing with his vest as they headed inside.

There was quite a crowd, and Winter stood closer to the man- Who's name he now realized he didn't know.

"I'm Winter, Winter Wisp. What are you called?" he asked curiously.

[thenorthman]

"Eric Northman," Eric answered, presenting the tickets to get them inside. "Want something to drink before the show, Winter?"

[winter_wisp]

"Oooh, yes," Winter nodded, grinning and wandering over to the bar to eye the drink list.

Scotch, whiskey, vodka... Boring, boring, boring.

Eventually the pixie settled on a glass of wine, rocking back on his heels before leaning against the bar to look around the room. Everyone was all dolled up, and Winter wondered if he shouldn't slip off and magic himself into something less school boy and more dressy.

[thenorthman]

Eric got the little creature his drink, obviously not getting anything for himself. "So you don't like the tragedies," he stated as he stood by Winter, looking down at him curiously.

[winter_wisp]

"I don't like making myself sad," Winter shrugged, taking the glass in both hands, and pausing to take a drink. "I've had enough sadness in my life, I think. I don't need more. ...Besides, the sound of a sad song makes my heart hurt and my eyes sting," he admitted, frowning and growing slightly sombre for a moment.

Like this he seemed less like a goofy little sprite, and a bit more like his true self. Winter was all pixie, wild, playful, a bit greedy and selfish- But for all he wore those traits proudly, and perhaps a bit like armour, there was a bit more to him then that. The pixie could, on occasion, be quite quiet and thoughtful.

[thenorthman]

"You're in for stinging eyes, then," Eric remarked simply. "What about a mad song?"

[winter_wisp]

"That's not so bad," winter peeped cheerfully. "A little anger feels good."

[thenorthman]

"The other sort of mad," Eric replied.

[winter_wisp]

"...Oh," Winter replied, frowning thoughtfully. "I don't know," he admitted with a little shrug.

[thenorthman]

Eric looked at him for a second, before his lips ticked up into an amused smile. "I suppose we'll find out."

[winter_wisp]

Winter peeped happily, downing his wine and nodding.

"Yes. We should get our seats, I'm excited now to hear the music," the pixie decided.

[thenorthman]

Eric looked amused, but said nothing as he led the way towards their very own box. A little glamour had easily made that happen; Eric enjoyed his comfort.

[winter_wisp]

It was plush, and Winter looked impressed, poking around before sitting.

"Who were you supposed to come with?" he asked suddenly, glancing over curiously.

[thenorthman]

"Someone not worth my time, clearly," Eric replied as he took a seat, arranging his long legs in front of him.

[winter_wisp]

Winter hummed, then leaned in, giving his new friend a curious sniff. "You smell like something I do not know," the pixie noted. "You are not fae, not kin. What are you?" he asked curiously.

[thenorthman]

"Vampire," Eric answered without missing a beat. "Are you fae?" All he knew was that he smelled delicious.

[winter_wisp]

"I am pixie," Winter replied, all sweetness as he spoke. "Fae are my kin though."

[thenorthman]

"Pixie," Eric echoed curiously. "I thought they were tiny creatures." Not that this one was very big, but he was human-sized.

[winter_wisp]

"I make myself large," Winter replied, puffing up slightly with pride. "I'm very clever," he assured the vampire.

[thenorthman]

"With... magic?" Eric inquired. He knew so little about pixies.

[winter_wisp]

"A potion," Winter peeped, "but I can control it with magic. I can shrink back down when I please."

[thenorthman]

"What else can you do with your magic?" Eric asked, conversational but clearly interested. There was no use hiding it.

[winter_wisp]

"Many things," Winter replied, puffing up proudly again. "I can make ice, I can grow flowers... All sorts."

[thenorthman]

"Make ice," Eric echoed, wondering whether Winter might not give him a small demonstration.

[winter_wisp]

Looking just a bit smug, Winter nodded, checking to make sure they were definitely alone, definitely, and then used his magic to create a small ice sculpture in his palm. A small horse that looked fit for a carousel, that trotted in a little circle, then slowly evaporated.

"It can be temperamental though," he admitted. "My magic was stunted when I was young, and it's only now developing properly. ...And sometimes the potion effects it too."

It certainly felt stronger now when he was very big.