Buffet of Color

[Coco]

Though Coco had originally set her 8-fold sights upon attaining the attention of the ethereal beauty that had once moved half the freehold close to tears through dance, L'aire found the Claviger looking distinctly preoccupied once she finally turned to address her. Part of it was indeed due to Coco recognizing how maladroitly she'd intruded upon the semi-private moment between L'aire and what appeared to be her paramour, though why anyone like her would be attracted to anything like Kyle she'd never fathom, but that was only a portion of it. The majority of her mind, however, was caught up in a snippet of an entirely innocent and joy filled statement, yet it was one that fell upon the Wasp with the devastation of a house fire. Or so it seemed, in the split second of time it took to process the sentence:

Annoyance faded into a genuine smile at the arrival of her pack-er motley mate. Morgan beamed a smile at Lynn and gave the violinist a happy little wave, "Lynn! G-g-g-g-joyous to see me-motley mate heh-here."

'Me-motley mate'. So innocent, and so laughably mangled, and yet it sank with diseased rat teeth into Coco's breast. The Claviger looked away from L'aire and her paramour, flicking back towards Lynn and Morgan, but beyond even them she spied Ramona standing next to Ava as if the two were also united. The thought that she was reading into anything never appeared, and a decidedly pallid hue stole over her features, accompanying the dimming of her smile. It seemed that she had no allies in the room, known that were not paired with her enemies, and suddenly she lost interest in the sword she was holding.

Eventually, however, Coco realized she was mid introduction and snapped her attention back to L'aire with insect quickness.

"Ah, well, tis a pleasure L'aire. My apologies, I didn't mean to intrude. The two of you should continue on," she advised, directing a brief shooing motion towards them. "It is Spring, after all, and desires should be forbidden to none. But, uh, if you'll excuse me, I must speak with someone about something." An attempt at a polite smile was directed there way and then the Claviger turned and was off to pursue a much less light or lustrous desire.

Coco departs for the main thread again...

[Kyle Ferlen]

The Minstrel blinks and leans back a little in surprise, but then breaks into a happy grin. "Please... what's a little extra color hurt? Compared to how this place is gonna look in a little while, that's nothin."

Kyle can't help but feel a little awkward caught up in the arms of his... his... whatever she considers herself to him when [mention-2044]Coco makes her introduction. Should I pretend to be more modest? He decides not. He's really only thinking that way because of present company, and Sasha is obviously comfortable with it. Weird that she and Coco hadn't met yet.

"Sure. Later, Cosima." he says, inwardly shrugging. Her loss, I guess. He watches her walk away for a moment before turning back to Sasha.

"I'd love it if you did. Might warn ya, though... it's gonna make a mess. Explosion in a Skittles factory level mess." He mimes an explosion to emphasize the statement. "I think if we throw in more water than powder, we won't have to worry about them becoming a paste."

[Kyle Ferlen]

"Sure." he concedes, feeling silly over pointing it out. A little doting isn't completely out of place. He smiles, but his look is quickly replaced by one of shock as he follows Sasha's gaze and overhears the brewing commotion.

"Shit." The Minstrel doesn't look enthusiastic at all. "This is supposed to be fun, ya know?" He shakes his head in dismay. He swallows hard, feeling a moment of stupidity bordering on heroism surfacing. If he says nothing and lets things dissolve into chaos he will feel bad. He might end up feeling worse if he tries to help and has it backfire. His hand find's Sasha's and gives it an uncertain squeeze.

"I need to say somethin..." he says, face paling in dread. He turns back to look at Sasha, pulls her in for a quick hug, and steps back again quickly. A good luck hug. Shit I'm gonna need it. "I'm really sorry... it's just... these are Springs. You understand, right?"

Moments later, he's making his way over to Coco and Lynn. Unfilled balloons are still scattered where he left them.

Kyle joins this thread.

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan timidly walked over to L'Aire, regularly casting worried looks toward the "private" conversation. When she got beside L'Aire, she started to fidget with her claws, clicking them together.

She kept fidgeting as she looked up at the Winter lady in worry, "Um-uh heh-hello L'Aire. Ssssorry if-if me words-presence c-cause troubles. C-c-can I mmmm-ask a query?" She paused for a moment before continuing. Her voice was quivering in worry, "Imma n-n-not good at socio-socko--people stuff...I ken th-they," she points weakly towards Lynn, Cosima, and Kyle, "Aro-are heh-having a private conversation-sorta. Would it be-be copacetic to interrupt oro-or a fox-passed? I-I d-don't wanna make things worse."

[Trickster]

Lynn made her way over to the buffet and snagged one of the brilliantly dyed cupcakes, pulling off the paper and eating it in about three bites. Gotta love stress eating. With a heavy sigh, she grimaced apologetically to both women.

"I'm sorry about that. Cosmia . . . I'm not completely sure what's up with her. But I'm not going to be dealing with it anymore today."

[Mykel]

Walking over with a colorful cupcake in hand, Finn offers a polite nod of recognition to the three female's gathered close to the buffet. "Good evening ladies, glad to see you're all still alive and well." He was about to take a bite of the cupcake, giving a nice break in conversation for the others to speak, when he notices the apprehension and unease that seemed to hang around the group.

His hand dips down a little, pulling the cupcake away from his lips as he tries an awkward smile to dissuade the sudden self-consciousness he felt. "Uhh... should I come back later..."