Eventually I drag Sean back to the main celebration and away from the ponies. His reluctance is unbelievable. I know he said his Da was the Crom Dubh, but he can’t be every where at once and we’ve been outside all day. The apples I had in my waist pouch are long gone. His ability to call the ponies was much greater than mine and I am glad that he left with more coin than I had given him. I am tired and hungry. The feast after all is coming to a close.

I skirt the main crowds keeping my eyes and ears open for the Crom Dubh or Lugh. I have a feeling that where is one the other would be and for now I am not sure I am ready to meet his family. Having such strange hued skin doesn’t exactly warm people to me quickly. Although I believe Sean may have something for exotic women. I hope that exotic also includes age, by human age I could be considered a grand matron. But with my full sidhe blood I am still considered a very young woman. I debate on whether to tell him my real age or let him believe what he will. Then again he has accepted me thus far…

We’re almost to the feast hall before I spy another full sidhe and quite a young one at that. A royal blood…here…can’t be… Sean bumbs into me following my gaze. Quickly he takes the lead ducking behind the Lucky Charm’s tent…