location: winter court person: @davheira
She’s got favorites, she’d like to think that every court, every corner of the Otherworld was special to her, but there was something about the winter court. She’d like the season in her first life, even if it had been cold. It made her appreciate the warmth of being inside curled by the fire even more. Now there were moments where she thought of it and there’s the faintest hint of that warmth in her cheeks but she’d never admit that out loud to anyone. The point is that she has a moment, an evening even, to herself and she knows exactly what she intends to do with it. Everything is all smiles and nods of acknowledgement as she moves through the crowd of people gathered, her eyes searching and then she hears it. A familiar tune towards the corner and her heels clack on the stone floor as she moves to where everyone is gathered to hear the sound of the lute. It’s been a while. Everything going on taken a toll and it was nice to stand there, cup of some kind of honeyed mead in hand and just watch him like everyone else. They lock eyes after a few moments and she offers a smile, a slight tip of her head in acknowledgement. She won’t interrupt, it wouldn’t be fair to anyone else.