All around them people lounged and played. Jugglers juggled, dancers danced. Poets declaimed, hecklers hecked and musicians musicked. The activity slowly ceased as the fey folk became aware of the Council in their midst, except for one juggler whose fountain of balls reached high into one of the forest sunbeams. “Whoo hoo hoo!” he shouted, “THIRTEEN!” then dropped the lot as he realized his was the only voice to be heard. One rolled into the koi pond.
“The rest of us are ready ~ to do our job, Bil,” Athis’ voice cut across the plaza.
Bilgamees returned to the group at a trot. “Yes, of course we are,” he said. “Just showing the kids some tricks. ~ My senior’s duty.”
“Yet still a Junior ~ and so likely to remain,” Athis reminded him, “many years to come.”