A Fall of Kings and Leaves

[John Gears]

John Gears climbed out of the Taxi, quietly handing over the price of the ride and letting the yellow cab drive off. The Manikin was still feeling a little out of place in Autumn, but hopefully with this meeting and some understanding of what was going on in the Court the feeling would finally leave him. He was still surprised how much time was taken away from him when the hedge took control of him. HAL gone, an entire season going out of control. He was starting to wonder if he was getting cursed by fate to be kept away from such large events that surrounded the Freehold.

He took a deep breath and let those doubts slip away as he approached the door and knocked on it. The place that was picked did give him a chill up his spine. It didn't look bad but something about it just didn't sit right with him. Something tells me I am going to need a stiff drink after this...

[Dark Passenger]

The newest Ashen Courtier in town arrives early, at least, he hopes he's on time. When standing in front of the house he puts his iPod off, and check the adress. Twice. This should be it. He walks to the front door and takes a deap breath, he really didn't know what to expect.

Wyatt wears his black suit, though without tie. He was formal, but with his shirt a little bit more open it could turn into informal. Ready for both situations he rings the bell. And looks behind him, surely more Autumn Changelings would be coming.

Just keep the given advice in mind, don't screw up and perhaps being a changeling isn't that bad at all.

[Dark Passenger]

As Wyatt comes closer to the door, he sees someone else standing there. He offers him a hand. 'Good evening sir, I'm Wyatt Amnell.' Now there was no need to add 'Autumn Court' so he just smiles.

When the door opens, Wyatt nods to Patrick, 'Mister Donovan, thanks you.' However he does a step back, gesturing John to get in first.

[Lesingnon]

The cold, Autumn storm winds of Rick's mantle announces the arrival of the two courtiers of the Leaden Mirror who had called Sacramento home for the longest time; as Rick approaches with Terri at his side. He's dressed up a bit tonight, even if he hadn't quite wanted to deal with a tie. He was already getting used to wearing shirts that required cuff links, anyway, but this seemed as good a time as any to wear Terri's gifts for the first time. After all, this was a meeting where he wanted to be sure to make a good impression.

He doesn't particularly waste any time as he makes his way to the door where the courtiers had currently, if temporarily, gathered. And he offers a handshake to each of them in turn. "I'm Rick Pereg, this is Terri. Thanks for coming."

Rick

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Patrick Donovan

The Darkling shook Rick's offered hand and nodded towards both the Legate of Mists and Terri with a genuine smile.

"Well come in before the mountain of pizza becomes cold."

Mr. Bates

The Wizened Autumn was the last to arrive and walked behind the rest of the group as they entered the house.

The place is spacious and Patrick leads the group to the living room, which contains two couches, a love seat and a pair of chairs. One of them a recliner.

"Pizza and drinks are in the kitchen, plates and glasses are out. Help yourselves. Also we're alone but you do hear anything it is just the ghost and she's harmless."

[John Gears]

"John Gears." He said with a nod and a shake of his hand at Wyatt and to anyone else that offered.

He did raise his eyebrow at the comment about the Ghost. Explains the chill He thought as he took a seat on one of the couches.

[Dark Passenger]

Wyatt just greeted John as a stronger source draws his attention. As they came closer he tries to clear his throat softly. All for a confident look and a good handshake. 'Wyatt Amnell, pleasure to meet you.' And he kinda bows his head respectfully to both Rick and Terri.

Once inside Wyatt scratches his head, 'Pizza?!' and a grin appears. So he did have a wrong idea about the formality of this meeting. A small chuckle was heard when someone spoke about a ghost.

It was a joke right, wasn't it? I mean... ah never mind.

[Forn Clakes]

Approaching the house and Terri couldn't help but be impressed by Patrick's abode, mentally noting that his book must be doing well, and she could unerstand why. Reading the signed copy the Darkling had gifted to her not long after arriving, she had found it thrilling. Not exactly one for literature, Terri had enjoyed nothing more than settling on the sofa with a glass of red and a thick blanket over the winter months while taking each chapter slowly and carefully, riding the story with each twist of Patrick's imagination.

At least she thought it was his imagination. Who knew what darkness he had been subjected to in Arcadia. Most probably enough to fill a hundred novels.

As Terri and Rick walked up to the front door, she had an easy smile on her lips, glad to see Patrick, along with John, and immediately went up to both of them. "Good evening, Patrick, what a wonderful home you have," she commented, giving the man a friendly hug before adding after breaking it, "Can't wait to have a guided tour." Turning to John, she instead gave an encouraging nod to her former pupil, one that she hoped had finally come to peace with himself. "John, nice to see you. I hope you're feeling better?"

When she heard Rick say her name, she turned to the one Courtier she did not recognise, holding out a hand to Wyatt, an amused expression on her face at the bow. "A pleasure, Wyatt. Terri Nutkins, Twilit Page. I hope the freehold is welcoming to you?"

Terri