"I can't help but feel like this is Balmoral getting back at me. Oh, it's so cold," the fae grumbled as buried herself further into her layers. Even shoes because she did not want to die from the snowbound land. Although flowers still manifested, they were enveloped in frost to make icy likeness. It was Winter's dominion after all.
As much of this seemed to be. Eithne had heard places that celebrated solstices but like much of Unseelie, their......vigor? Vigor for it was something else. And there were even visitors from other realms too!
However she was left alone for this particular night. It seemed the long night was a big deal. So she, somewhat relieved and somewhat nervous, was unaccompanied to view the festivities. She nuzzled into her scarf where Enyssal was also huddled and but accepted the affection, "Aren't you supposed to be able to handle the cold?"
She got a thwhip of their serpentine body in response.