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Aster raised a brow. It was true, there was no rule, not an official one, but to him it seemed.. Unspoken. It was fair. But maybe that was the human side of him, he knew well enough how fey liked to find their way around the rules. The masters of the loophole, he often thought, but they had to be - Living among humans as they did, it was what you had to do to keep an advantage, when they could lie and you couldn’t.
He shrugged at Gorta’s comment. “It doesn’t seem fair to you?” He asked, genuinely curious. “I mean, most people don’t have the same kind of advantage with their other form, and shouldn’t everyone have the same chances?”
Gorta shrugged, her demeanour laid back and at ease. “Fair is relative.” Gesturing to the Tailteann Games en masse, there were all kinds of things available—competitions to suit every ilk. There were so many in such different things, including creative aspects, that a fey would be hard pressed to not find any game to compete in. “So what if I’m good at this one? I’d be shit at something else. Isn’t there something to be said for using the talents Danu gave us?” There was a weight to her eyes, scanning him as if to see if he had any talents he’d like to share, perhaps something he felt under-appreciated about.
