[Where does a sidhe go to get a little taste of home without having to go all the way back to Underhill? Why, the Night Market, of course. There are all sorts of things less than (or more than, depending on perspective) human roaming around to bump shoulders with. Perhaps he's glancing at something edible not found in a Starbucks or supermarket. Or maybe a scent from home he's been craving. Anything could catch his eye, and he's less likely to wear his glamour when he's among non-humans. His hair and eyes will take on a slightly metallic gleam to them; copper and bronze and gold tones carrying loudly.]
Rowan O'Cleary | OC | OTA