Quercus watched the remains of his tea vanish among the rambling planning with a wry smile on his face, warm fingertips caressing bare flesh as he cradled Mia on his lap. Thankfully years of training had allowed him to maintain a pleasant face when the band ‘Trash Pandas’ was mentioned. What kind of name was that? Only a slight arch of his eyebrow betrayed the elf’s disbelief as to the skill of these musicians. Indeed, Mia seemed far more interested in their frontman than the band themselves, which he supposed was quite on par for most rock or pop groups. Still, what made the rambunctious girl happy tended to make him happy, so… “Well, we certainly won’t miss the stylings of these pretty pretty pandas.” He assured her behind a thinly lined veil of doubt. The shopkeeper known as Wood leaned down and kissed the wriggling woman on the tip of her, nose then her lips to seal his promise.<br/><br/>In all of Mia’s rambling one idea did stand out among the rest and it was one that Quercus wholehearted agreed with: a bath. “But first, let’s get cleaned off. The allure of being covered in sweat, glitter and cum has worn off in the light of day.” He smirked giving her rear a firm spank before gently pushing her off him and back into the tent and the growing pile of discarded clothing. “Get your stuff and let’s head down to the river to wash off. I know taking a quick dip will get you ready for another day. I know it will me.” He chuckled, slowly climbing to his feet while he let her rummage around in the tent to get ready. Nearly noon there was growing activity in the festival grounds as people began to rouse themselves for a full day of decadence. “Maybe some food too,” he suggested, stomach rumbling lightly as he closed his eyes rolled his neck around slowly to relax the stiffness. “Especially before you get more drink and those fairy snacks you had last night.”<br/><br/>Quercus grunted a bit at his own suggestion. He was sounding more like her dad than her lover this morning. Their vast age difference was not something that they had addressed in their relationship, but it was something he had brewing in the back of his mind and no doubt what all elves had to deal with when they entangled themselves with the ‘lesser’ races. He wrinkled his nose at the term, a holdover from living in the conclaves. He preferred ‘younger’ races, but he was in the vast minority among his species. Time and time again he had to stop himself and remind himself to relax and go with the flow; especially here. The worst thing to happen here was to wake up with a titan-sized hangover or snuggled up to a troll. Relax. Those days were long past and things were different now.<br/><br/>The lanky elf blew out a long breath as he rolled his neck around in the other direction, a few light snaps as his neck cracked like a knuckle as ease slowly came over him. Opening his eyes he looked out over the valley and noted it for the first time in the light of a new day. The sun had finally burned away the haze and fog revealing the deep cut in the mountainside that the revelers had not filled. His brow furrowed slightly as the hairs on the back of his neck started to stand up slightly. It had been a long time since he had lived in the trees, but something about this valley didn’t sit right with him. The stream was meandering and deep, almost snake-like as it grew in speed to eventually empty into the sea. However, the valley was straight and linear like an arrow and in no way could it have been carved by the water. And there were these funny little pillars that poked out into the trees as regular –  “Wha?” he blinked, taking a step back as a blur of pink flashed across his field of vision as a fairy buzzed their tent on the way toward the stream. His musings forgotten as he recognized the girl; Mia’s friend. Apple? Azealia? It definitely started with an A. She was clearly looking for something as she buzzed about before disappearing over the curve of the valley. “Almost ready, love? A bath and a burger will get this day going right.” the elf called back into the tent.<br/>