Having slipped away briefly from his cairn, duties abandoned for his own time. He made his way towards The Forts, first hearing the event long before he had reached it. Music at first, bass, drums, flutes and then finally the murmurs and indistinct chatter of a group of people. The small clearing was bustling. Winding between them, he had slipped briefly into something smaller to get through them all, hopping between a hare to a scurrying mouse, taking care to avoid the stomping and chivalrous footsteps of dancers.
He passed a recognisable figure, the air of elegance and grace surrounding her. As a snowy white cat, he brushed past her, taking the time to wind around her legs before glancing upwards to try meet her gaze with a quiet mewl. The Guardian soon moved further forward though, deciding it were better to go somewhere less crowded and Aibell could have the chance to dismiss herself from whatever business she might have been a part of.
Taking a drink, he stood by the edges of the solstice event, surprisingly enjoying the merriment and the cheer. Although not in clothes that he would usually wear and feeling a little out of his element he was unsure if he would stay long, he could not leave a cairn unguarded for long after all. Despite his conflict the event was a welcome change from the norm of Arain. His glance found the Seelie Queen’s again though and he beamed her a gentle smile.
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