Caelum

She moves peacefully through the crowds.

Her gaze is soft, smiling occasionally to those who know her, but she keeps her distance for the time being. She is moving peacefully, but she is also moving about with a sort of dis attachment. It's the only way she's getting through this festival that hurts her heart to watch the happy equine dancing about - knowing her people would have been delighted by such an event. Did the fae even celebrate anymore?

The unknowns for how her people where doing was by far the hardest part.

She looks around with a soft frown, her gaze quiet, peaceful despite the turmoil in her heart. Small flowers blossom around her hooves, the hycanith growing through out her mane in small bushels, trailing petals as she moves, just as much as she trails faerie dust. He catches her gaze after a moment, a still and silent form cloaked in black. Of course such a dark appearance would draw her eye - was it her way of always trying to spot any sort of remaking of her beloved Trey, the stallion of such dark origins, many couldn't fathom how it was possible for the two of them to have gone together.

Even now, she is aware her eye draws to those darker.

Tremaine. Calico. Vikander. Even Seb was a darker tone then her vibrant, lighter colors, like a spring day, bright and shining. Only Boleyn in his playful demeanor breaks that mold, friendly and poking at her buttons, as fiery as his personality. She doesn't think to hard on any such ideas. She'd written off romance long ago, after all; and even now she felt it largely hopeless. Something to forget, something to avoid. Odd how she forgets those desires when Seb approaches.

He had a magical presence.

One day such thoughts would haunt her memories. But for now she watches the cloaked figure approach the alters, shadows wrapping around Caligo, proving his allegiance. The medic herself was proud of her home in the Night Court, treasured Denocte above all else, but she had yet to imagine ever embracing the gods. Still his actions befuddled her and slowly the fae approached, steps light, wings folding against her spine, as she pauses a distance away to offer the other the comfort of her not being right over his shoulder. She valued personal space, and assumed others would too.

"Do forgive my intrusion . . ."

Her words are halting, uncertain, even as she tilts her head to the side, offering a kind smile that she is unaware he cannot see, "I do not mean to trouble you, but . . . I just wished to check to see if you were alright? My name is Caelum. Caelum Knoxx," The fae introduced herself. "Are . . . are you alright, sir?" Because something told the fae he likely was not.

"Speech"
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@Tenebrae
Notes: She's just like 'is he . . . alright?'

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