Mhairi Uasal of the Tribe of Fermanagh.
I nodded respectfully to the gentleman, who seemed to be some sort of carer for Alex, maybe a Butler or male Handmaiden (neither unheard of around these parts).
I noted, though, that Alex seemed to prefer white... well, everything. In many cultures, white was a colour of purity and innocence. In our culture, it stood for Rhiannon, the Goddess of Horses, Fertility and a few other things - she was anything but pure and innocent...
"Nice.", I commented upon request. White was a colour I wore, but never alone - that was a personal preference, though.
I began to move again.
Aither might not need to peruse the map, where many food places were noted in the general area, for too long, because maybe, there was a particular smell.
The smell of grilled meat.
It came from the large grill, where many people were, but also, apparently both meat and other food. What delicacies might be waiting there for the good man? Who to meet, who to share a meal or a drink with?
Alternatively, there was a restaurant in the complex, that was Pléaráca Hotel, one with very good reviews, and two bars, one of which was a bit of a secret recommendation.
Macha Taise, of Cork Descent.
With Nia and Marion on their merry way, I was free and, quite honestly, had nothing to do. So, I walked along the beach, happy for my kinswoman and her, hopefully soon, girlfriend... they would do wonders for each other, I was sure of it.
And now, I walked along the surf, looking for someone interesting, something interesting, maybe even just a distraction, who knew?
Quickly enough, I found something in the surf, namely a lad building a sandcastle - in and of itself nothing too remarkable along a beach, but this one was remarkable, mainly because he was not human. A, I would guess vulpine muzzle, a set of corresponding ears, blue eyes and beige, I would say, fur - yep, he was about as human as I was.
My own fox ears twitched with my curiosity piqued.
At the edge of the sandcastle kingdom, I stopped, saw, that he was a cub.
"Hi, there.", I said, smiling as I knelt down at the edge of the kingdom, opposite to the mountains. "I'm Macha. Mind if I join you, lad?"
Kuronami wrote:The girls giggled a bit at the exchange between two women. They were asked a rather abstract question and well it sounded exciting and how could they refuse? "Yeah go for it!" Bianca cheered
"Let's see what she's made of!" Isabel agreed.
Fiona Scáineadh of the Tribe of Monaghan.
Kay grinned. "Then hold on!"
And that would be necessary as we approached the Sruthán Creek, the small creek, which marked the southern edge of Pléaráca Beach. Usual course of action was for one to dismount to make a quick scan for a few meters to ford the creek pleasantly.
Kay forced down the pedal to the metal and accelerated us as we approached the creek, making the small tankette splash down into the creek, shaking us quite a bit, especially as Kay turned us towards the sea so that we would follow the creek in the truest sense of the word: By driving through it.
I knew, she looked for a place, where we could leave the creek safely.
It was bumpy, more then one wave sloshed into the vehicle, but it was awesome!
I glanced over my shoulder into the passenger compartment, smiling.
"Feels like High School again, eh, Fi?!", Kay asked from the driver's seat.
By the Bar.
Amy Ramallae of the Tribe of Monaghan.
I took the card and was, for a moment, at a loss as to what to do with it other then read it - as neat as my swimsuit was, it lacked pockets. So, I bent down to Cealg and whispered a command to him, which made him leave the two of us.
By the time I looked at Gerald again, he had taken out his phone, expecting to swap contact information.
"Don't worry, I told him to get my jacket. Wouldn't want this..." I held up his card. "...to get wet, now do we?" I smiled. "And tomorrow night sounds wonderful. I know a fancy little place not too far away from here. We did the formal clothes shooting there this year." I smiled. "You ready? My mobile number is..."
Nolwenn Gluaisrothar of the Tribe of Wexford.
The kid looked troubled, very much so, with Miss Park trying to keep the situation within her grasp, but... it didn't quite work. I was a Big Sis myself, and some sort of honorary Big Sis for a Motorcycle Gang's worth of teenagers, so the instincts were there...
...and every alarm bell rang.
"Well, if you need tea, Eiko...", I said and turned slightly, towards my own group, some of which were watching us curiously from a distance, "...we have some in our coolers. The least I could do for bowling you over!"
Instead of trying to take his hand, I offered mine for him - take it or leave it, kid, but you will come with me. The ball was still under the other arm, my smile friendly.
"You are of course invited as well, Miss Park.", I added.
Ceridwen Golau, of Tralee Descent.
I was manning the grill with two lassies and two lads from BI, by now dressed into a bikini myself, a modest model with good coverage and a sarong, which meant, that I was mostly engaged in serving our 'customers'. Kieran, Eoin, Macha and Lyra all outdid themselves, the former with the meat and the latter two with the... well, basically everything else.
As Kaz came up and commented, with a bit of a husky and sensual voice, a bit low so that one had to listen well to hear him, that it was nice to see some folks his age, though if the four by the grill itself were remained to be seen. I, on the other hand, was decidedly not.
Which was the reason, why the pale ad short fox ears in my equally pale hair twitched with bemusement.
"Alright, two helpings of Bull Boar, coming right up!", I confirmed with good cheer, turned: "Lassies, tell yer lads, that we need two!"
Lyra waved in confirmation and yelled over to Eoin, the good looking young man nodding and getting to work. Not even half a minute later, two plates with large, juicy and well-done steaks from a Bull Boar, a massive beast in its own right, came over, carried by Lyra, who had taken it from her boyfriend Eoin, pecking him onto the cheek.
I took the plates with a small bow and then placed them on the counter in front of Kaz, adding two pairs of utensils, for one never knew, and added: "There ya go, lad. Good appetite!"
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Adelheid
I clinked my bottle with his.
"I'll drink to that." I replied, with a smile, before taking a sip from my bottle.
It was damned good. Really good lemonade. Granted, what I'd had before wasn't all that great, but this...wow.
"This is good stuff." I said, after swallowing my first sip.
Yven Barriall of the Tribe of Monaghan.
I smiled as I drank my own.
It really hit the spot!
"Yeah... it's the good stuff, from Bogannamoc.", I told her, showing her the label. I was not sure as to how firm she was with Selkie-Runes, but the colourful label indeed showed, that it was from a company by the name of Bogannamoc, and the fact, that it was the one with reduced sugar content. "Ice cold its still the best!"
On the Dance Floor.
Celina Reathaí of the Tribe of Westmeath.
It had been quite a fun evening so far - one could say many things about BI, but their lads and lassies had a certain quality about them, at least the ones I had danced with so far. That, and their musicians were pretty good, too.
The Saraighs, who had started earlier this evening before they made way for NSB's lassies, had played nice dances, which I and the others enjoyed quite well. Now, Alaina and I were on the dance floor to NSB.
And although some might guess Liam to be the protagonist of a Shikonmanjese Harem Anime (there were enough of those and some of my crew actually enjoyed them, said they had good plots), at least Alaina and I had no sexual interest in him. At least not that I was aware of...
In a different life, maybe.
Other lads and lassies joined us on the dance floor as well, including a couple with a lass, who had her leg amputated, just in time for the little band to begin the next piece: A quick dance, which required quick feet and quicker reactions to look good in, both of which we had.
Some decided to take it slower, some tried to improvise, some tried to keep up, but failed, like the two kids, maybe twelve, who wisely decided to keep to the edge of the dance floor, lest they cause a chain reaction or something.
No one sang this time, but the band was highly concentrated.
And nearly four minutes later, with a final flourish, the song ended - applause from all sides, while I took Alaina's hand, kissing her palm. She did the same with mine.
Gawain Folaíochta, of Wicklow's Tribe.
I nodded. "Indeed, it is good. She should be around here somewhere, too.", I said and smiled, knowing, that Quinny was around. She would participate in a convention of Fox Breeders as a guest speaker in a few days, telling them about what the City Guards were up to and how they could help preventing unfortunate accidents. "Yet, I must say, that not all is awesomely fine on my end... Celina will graduate next year and plans to study in Leuda."
I let a beat pass.
"She had qualms about leaving me, but I told her to go her own way, to cherish the experiences she made and not let an old sod like me drag her down.", I told them with a smile, "At least she is studying Economics, which means, that I can help her, if push comes to shove."
Leonard Rualacha of the Tribe of Wicklow.
Enya let Athena do with her hair, but still hid behind her mother.
"She's a shy girl.", Mama Mhairin said with a smile, "And both yes and no... it's about beddy time for a certain someone." As if to emphasize, Enya yawned. "We planned to say our goodnights and then retire back to the hotel. Darufa and I were planning to hit the town later tonight, while Ciaran watches the kids." She let a beat pass. "Maybe we meet later tonight?"
"Maybe, Mhairin.", I said with a nod, kneeling down myself and looking at Enya. I spoke in Selkie, a language I was relatively sure Athena didn't understand: "Ya have a good night, ya little scamp, and dream of nice things, okay?"
"Yes, Big Brother Leo!", she said with a bit of a cheer, came out behind her mother and threw her little arms around my neck.
I thought for a moment, then lifted her up, much to her excitement, and whispered to her: "Can you give Big Sis Athena a good night hug, too?"
Enya thought for a moment, then nodded, twisting her body to turn to the other woman while still on my arms. She extended her arms and smiled, a bit insecure, but reassured by her mother and me being so close.
"Good night, Big Sis Afena!", she told the Mervayan woman.
