Wendi was less peeved than his siblings to be left alone. The mattress was soft, the blankets were warm, and the sounds of revelry was actually sort of nice. He, not unlike Wisp, had never been one invited to many parties. Many long nights had he stalked outside the reaches of light, the voices of others tickling his ears, their silhouettes dancing around each other, so far yet so close.
If he was spotted, people screamed. People fled. Some daring souls may even have raced out to face the monster in the shadows.

So he was happy to linger on the edges of the celebrations, or so he told himself. Let the Wisp and the Father wander off, who cared? Every once in a while, the pale face of their Mathair peeked into the den, and for a long time, Sarge lingered in the doorway before slipping off too. Well, the answer was, apparently: everyone but the blue beast. Selkie was first to become unsettled, and the moment Wisp's form was visible lurking outside the door, he moved to join her, followed by Honor, who seemed more offended Selkie was leaving than she had been to be left behind. Same, sis, same.
Then Kobold raced from the den. Wendigo rolled his eyes but, starting to feel left out, extricated himself from the limbs of a remaining sister and moved lazily to follow.

As he crept from the doorway, he saw Kobold skittering down the hallway, and Wisp got up to dash after him, telling him to slow down. He didn't -- it looked like he tried, as Wisp told him to watch the ledge, but not quick enough. Wisp wasn't quick enough to fully catch him, either, and the red boy went tumbling a few steps. Wendi heard Wisp's breath catch in her throat as she plunged after him, a rasping laugh coming from his hoarse, scarred throat at the chaos. Kobold stopped, completely fine, and he heard Wisp breathe something about him being a 'quick wee shite', but it sounded like she was laughing, too as she moved a step lower.
It didn't look like she was corralling him, just keeping him from falling.

Wendi stepped from the arch of the doors frame, lurking, watching to see what his littermates would do. Would they sit back and be content to watch from the balcony, or would they, too, move closer to the steps to watch the party better?

Why did it smell so.... sweet? Nice, he daresay, just a hint of sweetness on the wind that made him feel light and bubbly inside, like he, too, wanted to dance. Were they burning something here?!

Ampoule was a sweet little thing, and Poseidon was content to stay with her for the time being. He and his companions were the only ones sucked into this world by means of his peek hole, as it seemed, and he was as thankful as he was irritated for the information. It might've been nice, to have Phitri at his side to work through this, or even Triton, but at the same time his wife and their heir had better things to do right now in his sudden absence. He wondered with equal parts internal roiling jealousy and a bright, brazen grin if she had filled her sorrows with a lover. Probably, but she'd never shame him before the Pantheon in the same way he would never embarrass her, and that's all that really mattered. She was his heart and soul, his everything, and he'd remind her of that when he returned -- but they had needs.

And olympus above, was there something about this place that made those needs vicious.

The lord padded forward alone, having once again left Cetus along the shoreline; he tried not to often, really, or at least went places with water for her, but this new place could've been dangerous and it was so cold he imagined many slower-moving water sources were going to start getting a bit less liquid. What would he do with himself if he let her gills collapse because they had no touch of magic about them to keep her traveling with him all the time.
Maybe he'd find a fuckin' jar or a bucket, something he could carry around.

He didn't shadow Ampoule as much as it might've looked; he was simply also attracted to the sounds of many voices rising in gaiety and wished to see what the hubub was all about, learn who their neighbors were, perhaps have a little fun of his own.

Huh. An inn.

Through the window, Poseidon could see the swan mingling, and smiled.
He strode in himself, feeling regal, and well-groomed, and handsome, but when didn't he? That sweet smell in the air bolstered his already sky-high confidence, and he reveled in it as he drew in a deep breath.

He flashed a grin around the room, meeting eyes with Ampoule if he could and if he did, offering a wink before heading further in.
Fuck the berries, he was looking for something stronger.

Today would mark her childrens first steps outside the room, and the end of her peaceful days (as if she even knew what that was).

Selkie was first, to no surprise. He came and threw himself at her back, and Wisp smiled, tail wagging as he slid down her haunch. Honor was next, promptly grumbling about and shuffling over to re-join the warmth of Wisp's side. Frog came along, too, to sit along the balcony with them.
Then Kobold came skittering out at a mile a minute.

Wisp laughed, at first, assuming his little puppy thoughts would lead him to her, like everyone else. But her chaos incarnate child was all too happy to find his paws, careening with a distinct lack of control further down the hall. Hol' on, Kobold, she laughed, standing, loping after him. She should've been quicker -- he lost his balance, she jolted forward to try and catch him too late.
For a moment, she had him, felt fur between her grasping jaws, but she was too afraid to get a good grip and down he went. She lunged after him, breath hitching, and nearly tripped down the steps in her haste not to run over Kobold. But he stopped, momentum broken, and Wisp laughed with a grin.

Och, ye quick wee shite, one step at'ah'time.

She'd have liked to blame being tipsy on all of it, but in the moment of heart-racing panic, she found she could barely feel the buzz. Perhaps she could get someone to deliver another mouthful up the stairs for her.... She moved to the step below her son, nudging him from the edge, but would allow him this moment to soak in the closeness of the party, looking about herself. Everyone was having so much fun, it did lift her heart, even if she didn't know how to partake properly.
Sarge surprised her, but the scene made her giddy. She'd have to give him just a few berries every now and again when he was getting grumpy, like One Good Beer after a long day to make you less cranky. He was so loud, and boisterous, and happy that seeing him there dancing made her fall in love just a little harder. Greeting people, encouraging them to party, to dance with him -- even total strangers. If even he could socialize properly, why couldn't she? Determined to do better, next time if not tonight, she just watched Sarge begin to harass Taloka into getting onto the dance floor.
Maybe it was just the heady, honeyed smell to the air. There was something strange about it that made her eyes linger on Sarge longer than usual, but like Wendigo, she almost thought it safe to assume with all the substances being passed about that someone had figured out how to smoke something for shits sake. Perhaps it was time to get off the steps, to clearer air above.

Lyra's eye caught hers on the next peer around the room, and her gaze was directed to one of the strange newcomers apparently drawn into the bustle of the inn; a silvery-blue creature highlighted in black, one that was, in fact, familiar. That thick, curly fur, those ringed eyes, bright with a power unwielded but remembered all the same, that cocky gait that made him look as if he were still floating on seafoam.

Wisp rolled her eyes, but grinned, nodding Lyra forward.

Poseidon, Knower-of-Many-Things, was not up the fae spirits alley, but he was practically made for a pirate like Lyra. Suave, charming, sea-faring, all those sorts of things.

Aaaand it was that point she turned to grab Kobold around his little torso and haul him back up the steps to his siblings. Greek Gods joining the party was probably a good reason to distance her kids, she thought, but she also didn't want the others tumbling down to follow her next. She wouldn't carry him far, unwilling to take his freedom for the night over a silly fall, but tapped him away from the steps when she let him go. And this time, she spread her small frame along the turn in the hallway that took them to the stairs; if the entire balcony wasn't enough to play on and explore, not her problem!
She had a show to get back to watching.

Mal was talking to another woman, one of pale white with a stripe down her back. She thought there was a pale flash in the window, but it was gone by the time Wisp looked directly. A Camhanaich woman was floating around looking uncomfortable with another. Would Lyra go talk to the sea god? Was Sarge going to bust his ass dancing drunk?

She glanced about to check on the kids every few moments, attentive.