---Faye's POV ---
Rain sat between my thighs, back against me, watching the festivities.
We'd taken the city with literally no casualties, unless you count the baker who was discovered half eaten, after Casti reported back that the man had refused to give up 'his lord'.
Rain was still thoughtful.
I laid my arms around his shoulders, breasts pillowing on the back of his neck, and placed my chin on his head.
He huffed, amused, and let me do as I would. He started kneading my thighs, hands forming claws like a cats, and it was slightly uncomfortable, so I hissed a little.
The claws disappeared, and he started kissing the marks, then stopped when father placed a hand on his shoulder.
Father grinned, and said "wait until at least the party is over before you start your own, son." He laughed at his joke, and sat next to us.
He handed Rain a mug of some strong honeyed mead, but the smell made me gag.
Rain took a sip, and hmm'ed in pleasure, but saw my face and handed it back, rinsing his mouth out with liquid from his silver flask.
He offered me some, and it smelled delicious, but I said, "I don't feel like drinking, Rain. Enjoy it, sure, but I don't want any."
He looked thoughtful. Then he passed it to father, who took a swig, and gagged, spewing it on the Bonfire, which flared blue for a moment. "Gods above, that's strong stuff. What is it?"
"Lucinda gave it to me. She said it was monikered 'moons blood' as a jest, and set to steep eighty years before I was born, by my fathers oldest brother.
It's supposed to knock a mule out, but I don't know how. It's spelled to never run out." He replied, taking a swig, then offering it to father again.
Father took a smaller sip, then swallowed, his face reddening from the one sip. "It's a metaphor for very stout alcohol." He passed it back, grinning, and stood, wobbling.
Rain took a full mouthful, and swallowed, smiling. He didn't even blush. Wow, he can hold his liquor...
If that sip can make my mountain of a father tipsy, and he just took three gulps fine, just wow.
Father stumbled over to the queen and mother, laughing, pulling mother away into a spinning dance, much slower than it was intended, though there was no music.
Rain stood, pulling a strange stringed instrument, (like a sideways harp?) (it's a violin, ^^.) from his pockets.
He placed it under his chin, raised a small ... Stringed saw? Maybe? (Bow)And started playing a melody.
He sang as he played, further deepening the magic, but he only put small amounts of happiness into it, no major manipulation.
As he played, the audience began to take queues from him, and sang the bridge with him, even.
"Oh, Ireland boys hurray!
Ireland boys hurray!
We'll toast old Ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hurray!!"
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FantasyA strange boy wakes up in a field. He has no memory, yet he speaks and writes every language he hears, fluently, easily. He remembers everything he sees. He wears strange clothes, and his appearance is... Odd, to say the least. He is found by a stra...
