Clare, taking Marcus's hint, turns to the proceedings at the throne, but stays back a ways. She doesn't want to appear a threat. Better to just hang back and watch until she was less of an unknown.
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Clare, taking Marcus's hint, turns to the proceedings at the throne, but stays back a ways. She doesn't want to appear a threat. Better to just hang back and watch until she was less of an unknown.
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Belatedly realizing the abruptness of his behavior toward Clare, Marcus attempts to overcome his elemental nature somewhat by giving the Ogress a smile and nod meant to show that she is welcome to watch the passing of the crown with him. Scanning the crowd, the metalflesh also nods at Danny when he sees the wizened craftsman standing by himself. The third newcomer to catch the Hunter's attention is the unfamiliar ogre with the eyepatch. Although he is unable to discern any obvious signs of court affiliation, Marcus gives the grungy-looking man a friendly nod of welcome. After surveying the crowd, his shiny metallic eyes finally come to rest on Terri and Xerxia. Moving over to join them, he hopes he isn't intruding.
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"Alright, ladies? Terri, I've been giving it some thought, and I think I've come up with something for your slingshot. Nothing as flash as some of the things we talked about, but it should still get the job done. The only catch is that I'm going to need some supplies. What do you say... fancy a little trip into the Hedge, then?"
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Reynard moves forward and sits quietly to the side, letting himself look, in his mind, gentlemanly and composed. His tail swished in excitement, ruining the look a bit. Not that he noticed, after all foxes did not wag their tails. It was simply a nervous twitch.
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Degnar walked close behind Smudge, watching all the Changelings around the throne room curiously. The large crowd still made him uncomfortable, but he knew that social interaction was necessary for his own sanity. At least he had gotten along with the Ogre, so he figured it'd be best to stick close to him for now.
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Terri turns with a smile as Marcus joins them. When he proposes the trip, the redhead nods with excitement.
"Hell yeah, Marcus! Sounds like a plan. Anywhere in particular you'd wanna set off from?"
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"Next week is great!"
Alice was gone. And now Al-Adin knew more, was wiser. But what was the best choice?
Spartan follows the Winter Queen to the Dais,
"Three Soverigns, Four seasons," Spartan thought to himself wondering how much longer this group could hold. The Hoplite of Summer looked out to the people before him and then to the King of Fear. He could already feel the heat of his Season within him and yet so far away.
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Once all Sovereigns--but the one missing--have assumed their positions, Mr. Bates walks up to them carrying a cushion of red velvet, upon which the Freehold crown rests. The Wizened then holds it out for the current King to take and pass along on to the next Sovereign.
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Rick picked the crown up off the cushion, turning it slightly in his hands as he moved to stand behind Katrin. He lets his gaze sweep briefly over the Freehold, turning the words over in his mind before speaking. As tended to be the case more often than not, he hadn't really though too carefully about what he was going to say. So he just went with what seemed right, "The wheel of the seasons turns once more. Autumn has withered on the vine, as all things do, its time come and past. The earth has given up its bounty, the lean times of Winter lie ahead. And so the Ashen Court gives way to that of Onyx." His bit said, he lowered the crown to Katrin's perfect brow.
Perhaps just a little tentatively, this was where all hell had broken loose a scant year ago.
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