Ahh, Adela. He'd had a rather awkward time the last time he'd been here, taken by hunters, but he liked to think that was behind him now. No harm done; he'd survived the ordeal to enjoy the festival today and he fully planned on living it up and indulging--which, thus far, he was doing a good job of; he'd already had enough cider to put him in a fantastic mood.
That was one thing he'd give humans credit for; they knew how to celebrate and hardly needed a reason to do so. And what was more, but there were so many interesting things to look at, including--himself?
Rheiku had been browsing some shinies when, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a man making eyes at him across the way--a rather attractive one, at that, pretty enough that he'd almost thought him a woman at first glance until he noticed the distinct lack of breasts. Not that Rheiku was picky; the attention, even subtle as that, appealed to his vanity and he straightened up, running a hand through his shaggy hair and quirking a small smile.
"Are you planning on just looking?"
