These whispers of a gathering had resonated with her. While she hadn’t spoken to anyone directly, she was able to pick out details by overhearing conversations in passing. While a part of her felt guilty about imposing on the customs of her hosts, the curiosity that flooded her was just too difficult to ignore. Besides, if she was not welcome, she was sure that the worst outcome would be her being asked to leave. And that, she would be respectful of.
Eventide had already set in, so she could plainly see the glow of fire reaching out from what she understood to be Taliesyn’s Grotto. Though, she had never been. Approaching the threshold, she was greeted with scents of the prepared festivities and familiar acquaintances. Cassiela had originally intended on being able to slip in unnoticed and reside near the edge of those gathered. From what she could tell, she was actually one of the first to arrive. She immediately regretted not waiting longer. Her excitement had gotten the better of her. But even still, she was here and would cause more of a disturbance turning back now. “Hello?” She offered lightly, taking a moment for her eyes to adjust to the lighting. But after a moment longer, her emerald gaze found the red and blue glow of the motif that decorated the Ard Rí’s face, who otherwise blended into the surroundings at first glance. “Ardyn.” She offered a gentle nod in greeting, though a smirk threatened her own features. “Sorry, you blended in.” She sheepishly added, voicing her earlier thought. Normally, he would be easily picked out with his own warm glow … but here, it was a little more difficult to tell if it was his luminescence, or the actual fire’s.
The ashen fae wandered inward, finding a fur of her own at a conversational distance across from the much larger male. Her attention was briefly cast towards the entrance, checking to see if anyone had come in behind her. But at the same time, she drew a breath. “You assured me there was plenty of lore …” Cassi started, a light of amusement reflecting in her expression. “But do you have any idea as to where to start?” She asked with a friendly playfulness, as she found his mismatched gaze beneath his ornately ingrained mask.
