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From his vantage point at the buffet, and with an interesting friend to chat with, the mountain clears his plate and waits patiently for the passing of the Crown and the ascension of his Sovereign. His craggy face remains largely impassive. Its his eyes though... they blaze with a sudden cold hunger, a certain eagerness for the time of cold winds and buried emotions, hot under their mantle of snow and rock...
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Stripes has his attention on the dais as well. His eyes have a bit of an sad glimmer, but his mantle is still whispering and floating about him. Almost like it's trying to rage against the changing of the season.
The tiger suppresses it as much as he can, giving Green a sheepish grin. Sometimes it's like the mantle has a mind of its own. He turns his attention back to the coronation, watching as Queen Terri prepares to hand off her crown.
As Shin walks toward the dias, John turns his attention to that part of the room as well, waiting quietly for the change in seasons.
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Smudge moves through the gathering crowd, chemical smell quite overpowering in such a confined space. It wasn't that he was doing it on purpose, but sometimes, life gives you lemons. Get over it.
The Ogre waited for the coronation, and the important part where he could swear his loyalty to the Freehold for another year and a day.
Because it may mean another year and a day when he could do some good, and perhaps make a difference.
Santa Spartan makes his way over to the Stage, which he climbs and stands ready for the pasing of the crown. "I apologize for the delay," The big warrior says as he takes his place. It is time...
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JUNO MANTISERRA
Mr. Bates' announcement marked that the event was drawing to its conclusion. Inwardly the Manticoress felt somewhat relieved by this, because nobody likes to be kept on the outer sidelines and to be honest she was getting increasingly discouraged by it.
Nobody liked her, obviously. If they did, then they would speak to her or at the very least acknowledge her existence, right?
Still, there was the actual transition of the Seasons to look forward to. No matter how hurt or frustrated the Manticoress found herself becoming at these events she could still step back, pause for a moment and appreciate the Wyrd as it went about its work to ensure that one Season passed into another.
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As the other Sovereigns gathered around the dais, Katrin made her way over to them. Each step she took appeared to freeze the ground beneath her feet for a few seconds, before she moved forward, leaving a cold trail behind her. Once she made it to the dais, she offered a polite nod to each of the other Sovereigns. Taking a seat on the throne, she waited patiently for the moment the crown would be passed on, and her Court would once again be in power.
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Mr. Bates reemerged from a door, carrying the Freehold's crown on a red, velvet cushion. The Chatelaine walked carefully as he headed over towards the dais, making sure not to slip while he carried the symbol of power in the Freehold in his hands. After all, it would be not only embarrassing, but perhaps slightly catastrophic if the poor Wizened happened to lose his footing during the ceremony. Upon reaching the dais, he extended his arms upwards towards his own Queen, offering the Freehold's crown to her. After all, as it was traditional here in Sacramento, the previous Monarch would pass on the crown to the next. Once he had offered the crown to Terri Nutkins , the Chatelaine offered all four Sovereigns a polite bow and retreated a couple of steps to watch the rest of the proceedings.
Adam exits the conversation with Stephen's arm around him, holding him up.
Keeping his weight up to haul the drunken Stephen in step with him, he moved away from the buffet table to get a better look at the goings on.
He took a look around, spotting one or two faces he knew but kept quiet and wary.
Most wary.
Wary of Stephen's mouth and potential vomiting. He hadn't been joking when he said he was a lightweight. Whoops.
He took his gaze back to the event and went silent and still, watching intently.
Leon look upon the proceedings and glanced back at his drinking buddies. A smile grew across his face, he never meant to allow him to get that drunk but it was funny nonetheless.
The formal proceedings that were taking place were indeed a spectacle. The autumn leaves finally falling and the passing of the crown was fascinating but the whole ordeal made Leon cringe. Courts ruled freeholds and he belonged to no court nor had any mind to join one, so what did that make him?
He took another drink of his glass of deep red liquid and sighed at the taste that calmed him down.
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