[center][h1][i][color=00aeef]Nico[/color] and [color=a187be]Caity[/color][/i][/h1]
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[sub]Collaboration of: [@Kyrisse] and [@Light the Dark][/sub]
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Finally, the glitter-dust settled. Caity's mind seemed clearer than it had for a while - ever since the two dancing fairies had appeared in the clearing in the first place. She looked around, rubbing her eyes to rid them of any remaining glitter. She was sure she was supposed to be doing something...

[color=a187be]"Fuck." [/color] Her eyes searched for Nico. She had to make sure he hadn't drank any coffee. At least until they knew they wouldn't be trapped here forever if they ate or drank anything.

Finally she found him, on the other side of the clearing. Was that a cup of coffee in his hand? [color=a187be]"Fuck fuck fuck."[/color]

Caity trotted over to him. [color=a187be]"For the love of god, tell me you did not drink any coffee."[/color]

Nico looked a little distracted. He thought the dancing fairies were fascinating but he wondered what the dust was. He began feeling as if he needed...wanted to talk to someone... He looked around to find out who it was he wanted to talk to and noticed Caity walking towards him. He raised an eyebrow at her and then looked at the half empty coffee cup in his hand. [color=00aeef]"Yeah, I did, actually. What? You didn't have any coffee in your house?"[/color] he gestured to the door behind him. [color=00aeef]"I've got a whole pot in there. I'll share if you want some."[/color]

Caity clasped her hand to her forehead. She hadn't gotten here in time, damn it. [color=a187be]"Thanks, but no. No, I did, along with an abundance of books, but... not the point."[/color] How to say it? She was going to sound so stupid. [color=a187be]"Think, for a moment, that this isn't a prank by... Howl? Or we haven't all gone crazy. If this is real. I don't know if you read many myths and fairy tales. But the fare folk - fairies, or maybe elves - if you eat or drink food from them... you... stay with them."[/color]

[color=00aeef]"Howell,"[/color] Nico corrected. [color=00aeef]"And no... by now, I'm pretty convinced that this isn't a prank. There's no way in the world for Howell to know what design I want for my house,"[/color] he looked again at the dark liquid in his cup. [color=00aeef]"I know all that stuff. Never accept a Faerie gift. Do not eat Faerie Food or drink Faerie wine,"[/color] he enumerated. [color=00aeef]"The way I see it, we've been brought here for something. That's why they're giving us things...so that we'll cooperate. That makes us even, don't you think? Of course, there's a big chance that I could be wrong. Either way, I don't really know if we'll ever get back to our realities. We've been given houses that fits our needs and wants. By stepping into the houses, we've already accepted a gift. That alone is enough for them to keep us here. So, I figured, drinking the coffee won't make it any worse than it already is."[/color] He looked over her shoulder, still trying to figure out why he had such a strange feeling. Who was it that he wanted to talk to?

[color=a187be]"Right. Accepting gifts is on that list too."[/color] She had forgotten that. Caity let her head fall back, looking up at the sky with a groan. [color=a187be]"So much for warning you. So much for remembering the thing about the Faerie gifts. And here I thought I was well read."[/color]

Well, she was well read. It was [i]remembering[/i] what she read which was the problem. Caity looked back at Nico - he seemed occupied. [color=a187be]"Well, I'll let you go. Apparently there is some big fancy ball tonight that I am going to try and not attend. Though that's also where things are supposed to made clear. Damn it. I'm going to have to go if I want answers."[/color]

Nico turned his attention back to Caity, feeling it rude not to give her his full attention. [color=00aeef]"Sorry about... Anyway, yeah, I suppose everything will be made clear later. Why don't you want to attend? Don't you like dances?"[/color]

Caity laughed. [color=a187be]"The last dance I attended was Prom. At the request of my mother and friends. I really don't think that quite qualifies."[/color] She'd much rather be staying at home with a book. She liked dressing up though, on occasion.

She glanced at him again with raised brows. [color=a187be]"You must attend a lot of dances. Or fancy parties, which probably aren't the same. Do you like them, or are they just part of the job?"[/color]

Even as they were talking, she could smell his cup of coffee. Her mouth watered. If they were in trouble anyway, coffee wouldn't hurt. No more than accepting and loving a house full of books would. Caity didn't even notice herself staring at the cup of coffee in Nico's hands as she finished speaking.

Nico shrugged. [color=00aeef]"There are parties that are fun and parties that are... well... compulsory,"[/color] he answered and followed Caity's eyes towards his coffee cup. [color=00aeef]"I'd offer you my cup but then it'd probably be strange for you to be drinking from a stranger's cup. If you want, I can pour you a cup..."[/color] he furrowed his brows, trying to remember what he was supposed to do. 

[color=a187be]"What? Oh..."[/color] Caity blushed and tugged at her ear. [color=a187be]"Was I that obvious?"[/color] She paused, then added, [color=a187be]"Honestly, though, you're less strange then everyone else around here. And the fairies... I mean, I've known you for what... Two whole hours? We're practically best friends."[/color]

[color=a187be]"But yes. I would [i]love[/i] a cup of coffee. Maybe get out of some of this weirdness for a while."[/color]

Nico glanced towards the group of people chatting with each other. One had already fallen asleep on the pink haired woman's lap. Figuring that no one would miss him anyway and that maybe going into the house for a while would clear the confusion from his head, he nodded. [color=00aeef]"Well, your house or my house?"[/color] he asked, a telltale grin on his face.