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This was a time of celebration and revelry. Humanity had rediscovered the airy folk, and had been working to establish a good relationship with them. They had finally succeeded. And now, both man and fae were gathered in glorious celebration.
People danced without a care in the world. People sang songs of joy and merriment. Food plentiful and wine flowed like water. Children laughed and played meaningless games, dashing and cavorting without a care in the world. The fairies, guests of honor all, encouraged this. They seemed to love the dance, song and food as much as the humans did, and their lights filled the air.
The children especially enjoyed their games. They would play with the fairies with glee, sometimes tripping and falling. But they always got up, ignoring the scrapes and bruises that formed on their hands and knees. They were children. Such things hardly mattered to them. A few seemed to have trouble running after a particularly bad fall, but they always got up to play. Even the few with legs that did not seem to work right anymore laughed and played just as energetically as the rest.
Meanwhile, the dancers made lovely art with their bodies. They twisted and turned, flipped their partners and spun with joy. Their shoes, all red, barely made a sound on the dance floor. People and fae exchanged partners in the ever flowing dance, spinning and twirling with each other regardless of species. A few lost their footing every now and then, but that was fine. These were not professional dancers, so a few mistakes were expected. All it did was make the dance more enjoyable.
The singers and musicians worked their trade to their hearts content. The music of the fair folk seemed to set the tone of the joyous song, and the humans were all too eager to keep up. Singers filled their air with their voices, beautiful and harmonious. They sometimes had to stop and get a drink of water, but they always returned. Those with instruments did not need to take breaks. They simply played. Their instruments, many as red as the dancer’s shoes, filled the air with a grand, cheerful melody that kept everyone happy. A few missed a note here or there, but such things were of no matter. Several of the fae even appreciated the occasional bit of discord.
And the feast. Oh, what a grand feast it was. Meats, fruits, vegetables, bread, sweets. Everything was there in abundance. People laughed and ate a meal unlike any other humanity had ever known. Everything was a delight for the tongue. A work of art for all the senses. People could not help but go back and get more no matter how much they ate. Even when they thought they could have no more, the fairies always encouraged them to get another serving, and the humans were all too happy to oblige. And it never seemed to run out, so there was always more to be had.
The sights, the sounds, the smells. All of it working together to bring forth a grand celebration of man and fae the world had never known. All were joyous. All were happy. All enjoyed themselves without end.
For this was a time for celebration.
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Remember, if you ever find yourself running into a fairy, hope it's the modern kind. Those will generally be polite and friendly as long as you do the same. But if it's the old kind? Well, you'd better hope it's in a good mood. Old school fairies will wreck you.
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