A Bóginki Party

The ice sphere shattered with a satisfying and melodic sound and was followed by appropriately appreciative comments. Out spilled the candies and favors, each carefully protected from being dirtied by magics that would have cost most humans a month's wages, if they were available at all. It was the perfect party, as befitted an event put on by a high Bóginki family. Clad in their fine garments the strangely beautiful figures casually picked up items they favored as they hung just above the perfect lawn. The wielder of the stick removed the white silk blindfold to join the well-mannered fray.

Raina was dumfounded by it all. She had known, of course, in a vague way that the Bóginki lived very different lives from humans. They were the true masters, the ones who set rules for the high and mighty lords that lord over humanity. Seeing the casual wealth was something else indeed. Even for one used to luxuries afforded the most favored families of her race it was an amazing sight. So she sat waiting to be retrieved at the edge of the party grounds by the Bóginki who wanted to talk to her.