<strong>Paul</strong><br/>As Paul passed the young and aggressive woman and gave her a smile, unfortunately all he received was a snarl, a real snarl not just a curl of the lip more something from deep in her chest.  There was certainly something different about her, something perhaps even unsettling.  Her attentions then returned to the dusky skinned one as it appeared a good deal of her aggression was directed there, even more so after the teasing from the fairest.<br/><br/>A few children raced past his legs, with a few dogs, they were doing no harm just burning off steam. They were filled with freedom and light even if they looked like a raggle-taggle bunch they were well cared for.<br/><br/>The music continued on and a few more folks took up the dance, they old rotes from many generations and times ago. Some even might have been considered as mirror from that beyond the hedge...only perhaps because there was so much more than that.<br/><br/>The tall cold fairest nodded politely and beckoned for Paul to draw closer, her smile was pleasant enough, the hare remained behind her, though he was no child he was as nervous, and appeared as if he was ready to bolt.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Vanessa</strong><br/><br/>“Jutht ...thorry...” Emily’s head remained down, apart from when she watched her daughter, “Yeth thank you she ith ....cute.” As it was she was Emily’s reason for being back here, for being alive if it could be called that. “I think...they mean...they mean no harm.” Her face flushed and then returned to looking at her feet.<br/><br/>The pub was obviously an old one, likely perhaps late sixteenth century though there had obviously been various changes in the building over the years from many times.<br/><br/>As the irraka drew closer to the place she was sure that there was whistling.<br/><br/><em>Pack up your troubles in your old kit bag... </em><br/><br/>It seemed to be coming from the male lavatories. It had to be said though the scent of good food wafting from the main building was most enticing. Real Old Pub fare.<br/><br/><strong>Bloody Chav</strong><br/><br/>Chav was more than aware of the kids that for a moment ran about him, they saw him clearly the eyes of the innocent, though one had to wonder just how innocent some of them were, and as usual there was at least three dogs running with them too. They were indeed wild but happy.<br/><br/>Well there was of course many living here and they were certainly in the majority, because a part of the celebration was for life. However there were dead here. There were a couple of ones that had been Vagabonds and fallen to various fates. Yet they meant no harm, in fact they gained some power from the energies.<br/><br/>He was however certainly aware of those that were likely here at this place for much of the time. There were the echoes, the non sentient ones that were little more than a moment of history that left an impression. However there were certainly others in there that might be of more interest. Even from this distance Chav could hear the sound of someone whistling, yet the sound appeared to pierce the veil.<br/><br/><br/><strong> Felicity</strong><br/>Alan’s daughter had been briefly distracted by Paul, but only briefly, there was a fire in her eyes as her lips curled further, there was something feral and dangerous about the young woman. She might be small and somewhat skinny but there was an anger there that made her frightening.<br/><br/>A few of the children raced past the dusky fairest, they were filled with the joys of the place and all that the people here offered, for now spirits were high and so open.<br/><br/>She then felt a light hand on her shoulder, it was Cath, the tall and striking woman even danced a little while, as everything appeared for the most in place. “A word te the bloody wise luv.”  She whispered in the fairest’s ear. “Don’t poke at a fuckin’ beast with sticks, don’t aggravate ‘er. We don’t want trouble...” Of course the blooded was not threatening just matter of fact.<br/><br/>Felicity was aware of someone talking to the young Uratha though whether it would make a difference was another manner.<br/><br/><br/>