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"But... uh. I don't think I'm jumping into any fire. ...is it a magical fire that doesn't burn?"

"You jump OVER it."

She looks down and lifts a hoof. "I suppose I could probably jump..."

"I bet you could!"

Otha looks at her "Not required, Nessa. Celts are a bit crazy."

Bix smirks "Oh yes, Nordic axe catching contests are much more sane"

"it's axe THROWING, Bix" She says

"You clearly haven't seen trolls when they get really drunk" Bix mutters

More giggles.

"Is there a lot of drinking at these parties?"

Otha says "During the day less, but at night... well, it does pick up" She admits

SIGH. "I don't think I'm allowed to stay up that late."

"Probably not," Bix says "Though , what's to stop you and others from telling ghost stories when you're supposed to be asleep?"

"Oooo... do you know the one about the mad serial killer with a HOOK for a HAND?"

She nods, thoughtfully talking half to herself. "I'll see what I can put together... maybe I can contribute some herbs to the kitchen for making something tasty as a craft. A tea, or maybe an infused oil..."

"I know the one about the lady with the golden arm" he says

"I don't!" Cheerfully.

Otha says "You're not required to drink, Nessa. " A pause "Though I am curious on how stories of Centaurs and drink.. ah forgive, it's not fair to ask you to drink just to see how legends pan out"

Her head tilts. "I remember... something about drinking... but it's fuzzy." A sigh. "Much like many drinking memories, I'm sure, but in a different way. Like I can't quite remember, you know?"

"Maybe it's from Arcadia?"

"Or just a past life.." Bix says "Carnivale tends to get wilder than Imbolc"

"Well, if Centaurs are new, what other lives would there be?"

"Well, we don't seem to have the other refound kith but who knows might show up?" Bix says "The farm has a Rusalka though I don't know if she'll be staying here"

"What's a rusalka?"

"Old Slavic dream, used to drown the guilty... I think they still want to" He says

"Interesting, would love to meet her"

"Sounds like a sluagh, maybe?"

"Miss Zara has prety much declared them a near cousin to her own kith" Bix says "And as smart as I think I am, I yield to her in many areas of lore"

"There's someone who keeps you humble? I need to meet her too" Otha dimples

Bix sticks his tongue out

"We have lots of sluagh here, but you never know when they are watching. Shhhh."

At that, both sidhe and troll actually look a bit chagrinned. Because the kid is right

"Quite so" Otha says almost, ALMOST apologetically

And talk of holidays , particularly the upcoming ones, goes on

(End Scene)