He had friends here, people he cared about, but he felt alone in a way. Seeing the Goldencourtes all together, reunited in this strange world, it just made it feel so much fresher. The wound he set aside so often ran deeper than he realized, causing these little fissures in the wake of every moment. He didn't speak on those issues, though, because to him, it would have seemed like he didn't want others to be happy. Which wasn't the case at all! Foxglove could be sad and feel joy for others, that sort of compersion almost. How could he rain on someone else's happy days? So Fox swallowed it down, better or worse, he pushed it aside to try and focus directly on the present.

Beltane was new to him in the sense of celebrating it, he knew of it, but could not remember celebrating before. He wasn't even sure if they had the previous year, but maybe it had been too hard for Fable to celebrate all on her own. Now, though, he had been watching the merriment and revelry. He saw their Diviner guide the masses seamlessly through activities, and his Matriarch had flitted from group to group bestowing her sunshine on them all. And of course, she'd find him, settled further back as if he'd be able to blend into the shrubbery and go without notice. He shouldn't have doubted she'd notice, her warmth next to him and her tail tapping against his own. He couldn't help the embarrassed smile as she called him out - just as gentle in her pestering as anything. Only ghosts there would be, would be mine once I tripped over myself and made a fool of myself in front of everyone. He explained.

He bumped his shoulder against hers, lingering a hint too long before he gestured towards Epona, who was excitedly whispering in Aisling's ear about something. Your Mama is settling so well. So natural. He said with a smile. He hadn't specified if it was in this body, or in her role as a Grandmother. Family looks good on you, Fable. He said as he turned his attention back to her, meeting her eyes again. These moments were the ones that seemed to make everything brighter, shining sunshine even through the gloom and rain. The sun always made it feel better, took some of that drudgery out of things. Don't feel like you need to sit here and mind me, you have some fun. He encouraged her, hoping that she wasn't holding herself back from enjoying things just because he wasn't being quite the life of the party. It brought up some strange sort of feeling, though, a twist of concern over who she might have danced with. He'd have other moments, certainly. Moments to feel at ease and fully involved and engaged. Moments after he had figured out the tangle of feelings he had about Fable.

He thought back to the strange tunnel and the fae wine, he could remember feeling so good - free, jubilant, he'd felt so much more too. What he could not remember, though, was things with any level of clarity. The next morning he had an impressive headache, but, he never told Fable she'd been right to warn him off the ambrosia. Instead, he'd almost been afraid to ask just what they'd actually done. He hoped he hadn't said anything too stupid, and she hadn't held whatever it was against him. Unless this was her way of calling on his debt. The mischievous look in her eyes certainly wasn't missed either, and Fox had known her long enough that he knew to be prepared for something.