(2015 AU) Autumn Coronation

[Evelynn East]

Evelynn couldn't help but note the way the bulgy-eyed man glared at her. She hadn't even done anything except to introduce herself, and apparently she'd already managed to offend someone! She'd imagined being a part of changeling society meant being a part of a family, protecting each other from the Fairest and their machinations. Perhaps she'd been mistaken. Or perhaps it was just him. After all, of the four who had reacted to her arrival so far, three had been quite warm in their reception of her.

She offered them a sheepish smile, using a finger to push instinctively at the bridge of her nose, giving her the appearance of pushing up a pair of glasses that weren't actually there. "H-Hi, um, Lynn and ah..." She paused, blushing, then dipped her head apologetically at L'aire and Morgan. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch your names?"

Goodness, this was going to be a lot of names to keep track of.

[Milo Chernobog]

Shortly behind Rick came a shadow of a man. It wouldn't do to miss his own Sovereigns Coronation, so the Fool silently slid in after the Ranger. He had seen new faces every gathering, but the exchange of names filled him in well enough. It was actually somewhat amusing that genuinely new faces would emerge so close to the anniversary of his own arrival one year ago, but such a small act of chance wasn't something he felt like blurting out to the others.

Rather then intrude on another's conversation, the Fairest lurked around the edge of the group and made his way to the canned goods his Court had put out. An attentive ear was turned to the gathering but Milo perused the food instead of the people. Finally he scooped up a can of apple pie filling and a fork and cracked it open. The sweet taste of apple and cinnamon made a suitable, though hopefully temporary, replacement for conversation.

[Cabochard]

Richard's hand presses against his chest and he nods in greeting to everyone who introduces themselves to him. "Steward Mills, Page Morgan, Ms. Evelynn, Miss...and Sir..." He drew careful attention the fact that L'aire and Gregory had opted not to introduce themselves using names, looking at them as he used the stand-in titles. "It's a pleasure to meet you all, too." He wrote off Morgan's stuttering as either an affectation to make people underestimate her, or just a reaction to meeting new people. Either way, it would be rude to draw attention to it when no one else did.

He gave Ava a brief nod. "Thank you, and of course! I would never refuse free food." The statement was followed by a quick grin, before he turned his attention to someone else.

"Steward, I would be very happy to take you up on that offer." Richard offered Lynn a wide smile, showing off well-cared-for teeth. "Which means, of course, that I will follow you about. Lead on!" The devil hoped the joke would help ease things even more. The residents seemed comfortable with him - except for the Page - but a joke never hurts.

[Malcolm Green]

Green remained passive, a man-sized menhir (or a menhir sized man, depending on one's view). He allowed himself to blink when the new arrivals spoke and made their introductions. Green remained fixed in space, eventually breaking his awkward silence with a nod of his great head.

"They call me Green."

He could have been speaking to everyone and noone.

After that he did move - towards the waiting kebabs and roasting things. While the other's talked, he roasted a meal for himself over the blazing hearth with his Mantle lightly smoking around him.

It didn't mean that he wasn't listening, however.

[Trickster]

Lynn and Richard wander off over this way

[Coco]

Coco sauntered onto the scene without a care to how far beyond fashionably late she was, for she, if nothing else was dressed fashionably. Leather boots as as clay, gave foundation to the ochre weave of denim pants complimenting a pale tan top framed in a tightly knit sweater of autumnal browns and an infinity scarf of umber, her brilliantly dyed hair and jaunty antennae serving as the ultimate compliment to the outfit. Her cane, of course, was far more than ornamentation and certainly beyond a simple aid.

Not that any of the fools here would really appreciate it, or the skill which truly transformed it. Perhaps it was due to her mistaken apprehension that their befuddled minds would recognize her true talents even if she did not growl and flex like those in Summer. Or, perhaps it was because she reminded them of what they would rather forget in their cocoons of fantasy, no matter that Desire was the siren drawing her on...

yet, no matter the reasons, or what they did or did think, one fact remained: Cosima Tascioni was here and there was little which could be done about it.

[Tally Benoit]

Turning, Tally nods a greeting to Richard and then towards Evelynn, introducing herself, "Nice to meet you both, I'm Tally Benoit."

She gives a look around, nodding a greeting to those she knows. Her attention returns to the group at the mention of the buffet and inquires, "I wonder if they are serving any special seasonal treats? I wouldn't mind a warm apple cider."

[Gregory]

"Hrm, yes, welcome," replies Gregory to the horned newcomer before the Steward steals him away. He imagines he will meet the man again in time if he chooses to stay within the Freehold. He watches as Ava and L'aire pair up as well, their Mantles mingling in a chilled moisture cut through by Ava's mellifluous voice, realizing he'd forgotten to greet the Archivist upon his arrival. No matter.

Lacking any will to seek conversation for the moment, he joins Malcolm around the hearth and grabbing a pair of kabobs to gnaw upon.

[Evelynn East]

Evelynn joins Tally and the others at the buffet table for a moment, smiling at Tally's comment. "Mm, yes, I do so love the traditional foods of autumn. Apple cider, pumpkin pie..." She collects herself a few snacks, then, smiling once more at the group, she wanders off to join Ava and L'aire