#ala returning to his court after getting a taste of something better: damn bitch we live like this?

[alaricseer]

That morning upon Samhain Eve, when Alaric awoke, he would be greeted by a cacophony of sounds and chatter outside the guest room the Archmage so graciously provided to him. Dokkalfar were outside, moving through the corridors, speaking in their equally rough and poetic language, giggling, snickering, sounding like they were pushing and shoving eachother. Upon exiting the guest room, Alaric was greeted by a gaggle of giggling, half naked Dokkalfar, who were dressed in flamboyant costumes of feathers and scales and bone and precious gems, and they were covered in half-finished florescent sigils littered across their nude skin. It looked like they were chasing eachother with the brushes laden with said colorful, glowing paint. The moment they noticed Alaric staring at them, sleepy and confused, they all screamed and shrieked with laughter in chaotic unison and ran back down the hall like a bunch of crazy beasts unleashed upon the usually prim and proper domain of the Summer Unseelie. Slowly, but surely, Vali shuffled his way over, looking at Alaric with wide, apologetic eyes. He also was scantily clad, dressed flamboyantly in phoenix feathers and scales, and covered in paint. "Many apologies." He said curtly, not even bothering to explain what on Beatha was going on. He then ran off after the group. He still needed to finish being painted.

It was a universal truth, at least among the fae Alaric had encountered, that one did best when they put aside any expectations. It was a mindset he practiced to great success, and even still, he was unprepared for the scene he'd opened his door to. Far from being annoyed at the disturbance, Ala leaned in the doorway while his brain struggled to wake up, drinking in as much of the commotion as he could.

He was not entirely coherent for the initial group of Dokkalfar, registering colours and sound more than anything else. The arrival of his host heralded the return of Ala's senses. Vali was an impressive figure in both intellect and beauty, his regalia, even unfinished, only amplified that allure. Only belatedly did he register the apology, having been far too busy staring. Better that Vali had moved on, Gods knew Ala didnt want to be caught gaping like some awestruck mortal.

Here was everything his cold Court was not. It intimidated and thrilled him, meaning of course that he wanted to see more. After only a moments hesitation, being a little out of his depth in terms of local customs, Ala made up his mind to follow. Whatever was going on with the intricate body painting, he wanted a better look.