Hefeydd bobbed along in place, remaining still again to consider his companion with serious thought. She was still wearing the same simple clothing she had worn before, when they had found their new friends in that strange forest. He hadn't seen her wearing the dress that he had made for her since then, it was like she was shunning it. Maybe because of the colour, or maybe because Hefeydd had made it himself. He dropped a couple of inches. He had thought it had suited her well, at the time. The colour of the material had been the same as her eyes, and he had created it of the finest spider silk. The more he thought about it, the more her thought that maybe she
should dress up for the ball. If there were any other fairies there, or any fey, or if they were even spotted by the foolish mortals then they would need to be looking their best. Hefeydd already knew that he looked fantastic in his beautiful purple robes, so there was no need for him to change. Perhaps he could create for her a new dress, he thought absently, one that would match her wings a little more. Perhaps she wouldn't carelessly toss that dress aside… Thinking about everything else he would need to do tonight, he thought better of creating a whole new outfit for her, though.
"Yes, silly, of course you should dress up! We might meet people!" Hefeydd rolled his eyes, dropping onto his back and floating horizontally in place, staring up at the stars. As he looked at them, not paying attention to what the other fairy might be doing, a thought struck him. He floated a little further away, wanting some privacy to do his work, gathering the magic necessary. The fey lord had implanted a thought in his head not too long ago, something that Hefeydd was now able to recall quite clearly. It didn't take any effort at all to call forth the ice magic, the night was cold as it was so there was little magical effort required. Binding it would be more difficult, especially if he wanted it to last for more than just the one night. He contemplated the best way to do it as his hands worked, forming the patterns and weaving the cloak. In the end, the spell he used was simple, though it would do the job perfectly. He grinned as he returned to an upright position, holding up the finished product. It was a cloak made of snowflakes, bound to remain intact as long as his fairy companion owned it. If she tossed it away like the dress then it would melt away eventually.
"I have a surprise for you, Raya!" he called out, holding out the cloak proudly, looking around to find his companion.
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Two lovers were hidden in a dark alcove outside of the main hall where all the guests were flocking. From inside Granny could hear the buzz of conversation and the music produced by whoever was playing inside. She could have her fill tonight, it seemed, as she could feel the excitement building among all those gathered in this place. It seemed to her like they were celebrating something, enjoying themselves and letting loose their deepest desires. Whatever it was that they were celebrating must have been tense indeed for them to be reacting so freely. Well, the reasons behind the ball didn't matter. What did matter was the morsels she spied. Flapping her leathery wings, she approached quietly from above, descending carefully within the shadows to avoid being seen. She could feel the lust pulsing off of them in waves, and with a gentle touch she was able to siphon some of this energy. A pulse of energy washed through her, sending tingles from the base of her skull, all the way down her spine to the tip of her tail. She was tempted to remain here, to take from these young lovers all that she could, but there was no need to be greedy. She had all night, after all.