Midsummer's Yield

[Lesingnon]

He didn't flinch at the tone this time, at least. "We have and we haven't. Barkley, Nightfall, Crunk, Alice, Harry, Sam Rust, Spartan, HAL," he could see each face in his mind's eye as he spoke the name. A parade of past friends and acquaintances that only really even scratched the surface of those they'd known here through the years. "and all the rest. They may not be here anymore but their influence is still felt. Their deeds, our deeds, are still etched into the history of this place."

He couldn't help but smile slightly as Terri brought up that long ago day. Despite the near-tragedy, it had been quite the beginning. When he'd first met any of Sacramento's Freeholders, when he'd first met her. "He always was a tough old bastard. And there was Greenwood, too." What an unexpected turn that had been, helping a fetch take down his counterpart. But Greenteeth's sanity had been well and truly shattered.

"Hopefully none but we know there'll be some. It's one of the lessons of Autumn...things grow, reach fruition, then fade away. But that's not always as bad as it seems. We were both presumed dead, yet here we are. And I'd never have grown into who I am had I not left the Freehold of the North Woods all those years ago."

He can't help but chuckle at that last question; feelign the ease of talking to her come back, to some degree at least. "It happened slowly, over time. As we learned more about the ways of this mad world," One hand rose to idly indicate the air around them where their mantles mingled. Where the harvest's scents rode upon the swirling winds of the storm, a combination that had become so commonplace for quite a time. "the ways of our season. How many have we ever met who've experienced as much as we have?"

Certainly not many.

[Coco]

For a moment Coco looked like she wanted to start clapping in glee, but given where they were, that would be entirely inappropriate so she forced a calmer smile onto her features.

"That would be lovely, thank you," she replied with a gracious nod. A fluid extension of her arm invited Aaren to lead the way, and if she accepted the invitation, Coco followed happily afterward. It was a day of remembrance, of course, but there was no reason not to enjoy the present. Besides, was it really an insult to the departed to embrace the pleasures of current company? Not to her mind, so she gaily strolled over to the pews and took a seat next to Aaren.

Briefly she glanced over to the man next to her, eyes quickly looking him up and down. She loved the vest he wore. Shame about his ear, though.

[Swami M]

Rostam relaxes as the ferret woman is talked down from her perch. Whatever her problem is, it isn't anything to do with him in particular. Apparently nothing from his past has harmed anyone here... so the Summer jarheads won't be welcoming him to the Freehold with a big serving of freshly baked curb pie. Not for the moment, at least. He finds a seat close to Green, the one somewhat friendly face in the room, and waits for the ceremony to start...

[Tally Benoit]

Tally watches the crowd and as she is about to get up, she hears King Lucas asking them to find a seat so they can begin. Seeing as though they are about to begin, she remains in her seat. I wonder if they'll announce if there's going to be those games? She wonders.

[Terri Nutkins]

"We are a rare breed," Terri chuckles, eyes scanning the Forge at those gathered. There were more present that she didn't know than those she did. It was something she certainly had to remedy.

Which brought another matter to her mind.

"Oh, have you stopped by Treetop yet?" she enquired with an edge in her voice, looking back to Rick. She had seen the exterior from her former business from a distance, and the shock had sent her fleeing.

[Morgan Bellanar]

The jittery raccoon gave a genuine smile at the accpetance. "Oh, heh, g-good-bonus-great, heh. N-nice to h-hang out with fellows, especially nice ones, heh-heh. Uh," she trailed off as Malory did the same. To sit behind and glare at someone who looked really normal, aside from a few hints of being a little beastly. Morgan twitched upon hearing a unknown, deep voice, quickly scanning the room. The oddly dressed Lurker was easy to spot, his outfit certainly stood out. "Huh, uh-uh, ookay, g-guess," she turned back to the group, "S-sorry-sorry, weird outfit there," she jerked a thumb towards Sam Hain, "G-guess Mal's f-found her seat. I-I'll go-sit wherever you guys-folks want, heh."

Morgan will stick with the Beast motley and new arrival as long as they allow. She'll sit down wherever the three decide to and keep close enough for quiet conversation.

[Lesingnon]

"And shaped by rare circumstances." He seems to relax at her chuckle. Drifting easily into the flow, the give and take of the conversation. Something he was more than a little relieved to see could still come easily between them. It was a hopeful sign.

Then her voice strayed towards the harsh once more. But this time its edge wasn't something to fear, wasn't something directed at him. "I have. The hollow was the first place I went to when I returned. And after finding that empty...the Seasons, only to find that in ruins." He'd known fear then, fear that there was no longer even a Freehold for him to return to. But then he'd seen the signs, the old message boards still in use. "Then I saw the bulletins. Spring was hosting a...fling, there. I figured that if a lot of Freeholders would be there, with the history of the place, it seemed my best bet to figure out what had happened to you."