Dancing Part 2

Scagie had heard that all the court even did it with roses. Who would want roses for anything. First of all, they stunk up the place, second the green and red always reminded Scagie when her old brothers fell in love, and third they had thorns. Instead of adding a rose to her mud and branch hair, she had added a blue lily, and hoped that the Spring court wouldn't laugh at her.

So far, the little ork thought, no one had said anything to her. In fact no one had said anything about her either. She came in the usual way, swam across the moat, and in from the reverse slide just like Ma had taught her. She was very clad that it wasn't so cold and for once the she saw a purpose for the roses, she had to admit to herself that with how warm the Ball was, she could smell herself, but with the roses, they over powered everything else. So, after coming up from the slide, she made sure her hair was right, and there was still a lot of mud on her dress, good and good. Now though, she stood off to one side, clutching into the folds of a curtain a little ways away from the serving entrance.

Oh the food, Scagie's mouth watered. The Winter King and Queen served chilled fruits, and cheese. cold mutton, and this awful stuff called tiramisu that was supposed to have lady fingers in it, but Scagie knew, it didn't really. The Spring ball though, she could make out roasted pig, and shanked lamb, her tummy growled as a plate of caramel apple slices went by. She almost left her concealing curtain for it, but when all the tiny flying one's rushed in, she didn't want to bright colors of their wing lights to show who she was. Scagie didn't see any other Winter Fae here, she could feel the Winter King and Queen up on the thrones, next to the Spring King and Queen, but she couldn't see them. She couldn't see anyone from the Bog, or the Marsh, or the Wastes. Scagie felt lonely hiding in her curtain.

Feeling lonely always made Scagie's stomach growl, soon it was so loud she felt that everyone could hear it. Thinking with her stomach usually got Scagie in trouble, this time was no exception. She raced out, grabbed a turkey leg off a servant's tray, when someone with a blue sash and lots of medals called to her. Not thinking, Scagie tossed her magic up in the air and hid from the tall lean fae.

So it was for a few of the dances. Scagie spent her time either completely hiding behind the curtain's along the wall, or peaking out from them. She didn't know it, but she was entranced, fascinated by the jewelry, the gold and silver medals, the beauty of the Spring Court. Even the music, which Scagie as an ork hated by the rules, was more than tolerable, and it felt good. After an hour or so, Scagie's stomach got the better of her again. She tried to fight it, but something that smelt of chocolate lured her out of hiding. In a dash to grab from the tray before it was picked up, Scagie didn't see the lean, dark man watching her with a twinkle in his eyes.