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Marcus stands near, but not next to Rook. In fact, his fellow metalflesh would be standing right beside him if he simply took one step forward and two steps to the side. Looking at the Monarchs, Marcus once again notes Alice White's glaring absence. He realizes as he scans the crowd that he hasn't seen Neil around much either.
Did they elope? Damn, I was really looking forward to his bachelor party...
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"It's good to see you too, Juno. Welcome, Regina. Let me know if there's anything you need help with as you get settled."
Jack get uncharacteristically stone faced as they discuss court business in front of the former Summer King.
"I don't really think this is the right time or place to talk about that. We can hold a Spring meeting... How's next week for everyone?"
Jack's gaze wanders over toward Mrs. Rosemary as he speaks. There is no doubt in his mind, who most deserves to wear the Verdant Crown.
"Hey Al! Perfect timing! This is Regina."
Regina giggled at Al-Adin, finding him most amusing. He certainly had no false modesty, and she couldn't remember the last time she had met someone who just overflowed with joy. It was obvious that Al-Adin belonged to the Spring Court.
"It's good to meet you, Al-Adin. As Jack said, I'm Regina." She gives him a curtsy, a smile on her face. "Judging by this welcome, I should have introduced myself to the court months ago. Also, it was mentioned to me that I let you know that I am a document forger. As soon as we have a Spring Sovereign, I'm going to offer my services to him or her. I'd like to make myself useful to the court and freehold."
She looks over at Jack. "And I'm settled for the most part. It's officially joining the court and giving my oath to the freehold that I need to do." She pauses, thinking. "Next week should be good for me. Just let me know the day and time, so I can take off from work."
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"Sure."
Justin looked over in the direction of Mr. Bates and decided that between the announcement and the cues of the others, it was time to shelve the conversation for a bit and watch the ceremony.
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Juno laughed as Al-Adin picked her up and moved her through the air. She allowed very few people the privlilege or the trust to touch her, but the Prince of Joy had earned that right a long time ago. The fact that he had moved right in there and made the newcomer feel even more welcome brought a smile to her usually reserved demeanor.
The Manticoress nodded at Doctor Jack's suggestion of a meeting time. Perhaps there would be a smoother progression of events than the last time a succession was in question. The past two years had been an ordeal for her, and she was pretty certain she could not - or would not - survive a third.
Without another word, Juno turned to watch the Coronation.
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Terri grinned as she watched Rick head off to join the Sovereign's, holding the cup lightly in her hand. Slipping her spare arm around Xerxia, she began to guide the Fairest back so they could watch the coronation.
"So, Xerxia, I saw you speaking with Swilla earlier. How's that going?" she asked, her grin turning mischievious.
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Tally lingers about the buffet with her cup refilled and a plate filled with some warm delights, the likes of which she didn't know the name of. She takes some time as she gets a look at everyone within the Hollow. The Hunterheart walks up to one of the tables and sits down to eat what she has collected on her plate before heading over to join in with the group where Al is. She savors each food stuff as she goes eats it.
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Smudge joined the growing throng but made sure he didn't stand too close to anyone in particular. Crossing his arms, Smudge's eye kept darting from Changeling to Changeling, wondering who they were and how little he could trust them, wondering if any of them were Loyalists in disguise. Looking to the gathered Sovereigns, he saw the man he met last Winter when they began hunting for Queen Byeli; Spartan. A fellow Ogre.
He's the Summer King? Wonder what happened to the armor?
"Next week?" Otto muses out loud, his furry left ear twitches. "I have ballet and salsa next week...but I can shuffle those. Don't see a problem with next week." he says, turning towards Rick and Katrin.
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