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Murky Lurky waited as long as she could in the shadows. She sensed the sun had set a little further and from the sounds of the nearby ponies it seemed like the feast was going to start at any moment. She winced at the microphone screech and listened to the short speech.

Quickly leaving the shadows she gingerly opened her eyes. It appeared to be dark enough for her to see. She quickly approached a table and scooped up some cider and bread. She spotted some other fruit that she quickly added to her tray. She ended up next to another strange pony that had a tail that someone else was handing some turkey. She looked at the strange pony with her glowing green eyes and shrugged. He didn't seem any weirder than she was or the pony that was quickly walking away.

She quickly finished off the bread and some of the fruit while drinking the cider. "Good food. Why does your tail eat too?" She asked. She spotted some wine being passed around and snagged a glass. She sniffed it carefully before taking a small drink. Some of the wine dripped off of her fangs giving her the appearance of her having drunk some blood..... not that she really did that.

Raspberry walked slowly, wings splayed and stretched high to either side of him. A lattice-topped pie with blood-like filling could be seen just peeking above his ears to those taller than his form, slightly smaller than the average stallion. When he approached the table, he stepped gingerly up onto one of the stools, curling his tailfluff up to balance the pies until he could get a good angle on the deserts side, and dropped his wing against the table. The pile of pies looked like it might topple, before his shoulderblades tilted and let the stack slide from between them. Four bloody-colored raspberry pies managed to rather perfectly unstack themselves atop the table in their tin containers, before he stepped off the bench and shook himself out, stretching wing and leg like he'd been making that pace for a goodly time.

Finally free of a snail's pace and a stack of pies, he cast a glum look about. Despite the bored (or possibly sad, depending on who was looking) look in his eyes, there was a sparkle of respect and awe. He smiled at the welcoming pony as he moved back into the throng and gave her a low nod. The expression came off more like a sad, pitying look than one of congratulations. He silently cursed his eyelids for not obeying his emotions as he watched some of the other ponies working at the feast and talking. "Gorgeous spread. Welcome to the Harvest." He hummed, nodding a little more strongly towards his pies as he arranged a small flock of yams on a plate for himself.

While it would be nice to pretend she was going for fashionably late, the real reason Gloaming Grin was just now turning up to the Feast was far less glamorous. Sometimes a nap just got the better of a pony. Such were the facts of life, and far be it from the fae to interrupt sleep's intended course.

Besides, Gloam thought as she drifted across to the table, there seemed to be no harm done. There was certainly food enough for her left: what a spread! The red wine in particular drew her eye, although the various gourds littering the table also looked pretty yummy. To her credit, even thought she was still a bit sleepy, she hadn't forgotten that she was supposed to add to the feast herself. The bottles swinging heavily from the petite pony's shoulders bore jangling testament to her offering. Grunting, she shoved the bottles of sweet tea, four in total, over her head and among the rest of the food. They looked nice enough. And well they should - she'd brewed the floral mixes herself, and it hadn't exactly been easy.

Freed from her burden, Gloam cast hooded eyes over the rest of the 'fest. Most seemed gathered around the table. There was a fanged bat nearby that she might have seen around Willow's before? And one of those interesting new ponies, the ones with tails, slavered away at her side. A dragon was just stepping back, seemed a bit unhappy to be here. Gloam clopped daintily over to the poor fellow. "Nice pies you brought in. Been here for long?" Or maybe he was just unimpressed? She couldn't really tell.

Ruhane Chiisai

He'd been just as timely as she had, then? That meant the pies were fresh, at least. Gloaming hummed as she went for a slice, giving their maker a sidelong glance. "Better when warm, huh?" She replied with a slow smile. "Well, you seem like a nice, strapping dragon. How do you feel about taking care of that for me?" He certainly didn't sound indifferent or sad, now that she'd had some words out of him. Maybe that was just the way he liked being. She certainly wasn't going to criticize him for it - more folks could do with a decent sense of melancholia.

Her wings fluttered as she turned toward the dragon, their movement as languorous as her smile. Almost like she'd noticed him eyeing their garish grinning green patterns, and wasn't at all shy about showing them off. "Thanks for the welcome - and back 'atcha. I come around once in a while." This time, the smile came with a wink. "What about you, though? I'd remember having the pleasure of seeing you around." The butterfly chuckled. Clearly, showing off her wings wasn't the only thing she wasn't shy about.

Ruhane Chiisai

An eyebrow quirked at the unusually vibrant flame, but Gloaming didn't say anything. A half-smile wormed its way onto her face, instead - amused by his compliance at least as much as the knowledge that dragons could actually breathe fire at will. Interesting, interesting... "Social's not all it's cracked up to be. Sometimes there's something nice about curling up somewhere lonesome and cozy, doing your own thing. You notice I said I only come out once in a while." Another quick flick of her wings, and a low sort of chuckle, punctuated her words.

Those hooded eyes were almost lazy, watching the dragon move to the table and return. As he reached for her tea-jar-offerings, the pixie clicked her tongue. "Watch out, there. One of those things is not like the others." Her head lifted, allowing the delicate shapes of her antennae to gesture toward table. The motion also brushed several long locks of hair over one side of her face. She either didn't notice, or more likely, didn't appear to care. "The one with the red 'X' on the lid packs a little more...punch than the rest." Hopefully, she wouldn't have to spell it out for him. He worked with fruits, though - surely that meant he would know a little something about fermentation.

Ruhane Chiisai

Accepting the glass with relish, Gloam laughed. "You are indeed, and a dragon after my own heart for it." She accepted the glass he offered with grace, while the smile on her face tilted impishly to one side. "Can't wait to try some of that raspberry wine - maybe I'll come to you, see where all the magic happens. Maybe I'll even bring a peace offering: I make a mean mulled starfruit cordial." Might be nice, seeing where all of these yummy raspberries came from. The pie alone, already missing several bites, bore testament to how fond the pixie was of the fruits.

...Just as long as no one asked where her ingredients came from. Gloaming wasn't terribly keen on bringing someone else into Willow's swamp, and she didn't think other ponies would be happy to realize that boiled swamp water factored into a great many of her brews. A lot of her ingredients came from the swamp, naturally. All the more reason for her process to remain a secret - and her creations to be the kind of thing that were only available to those who knew what to ask for.

Ruhane Chiisai

Storm walked out from the bathroom. She moaned “ Ill never eat day old sushi again.” She walked out to see that the party has already started. She was surprised on how many ponies there are.when she went to the bathroom no one was here. She decided to go grab a drink and after that go and mingle.

Sourkiss looked around the room while she ate her cake. No one really noiced she was there so she just sat back and waited to see if someone would interact with her.