(16 VE) Drink Table

[Terri Nutkins]

Following L'aire to the drink table, still basking in the glow of her motley sister, Terri accepted a glass of rose that was on offer, sipping away the taste of the finger food she had sampled.

"Much better," she grinned just as the fireplace smoke smell wafted her way. Turning towards the man that had introduced himself to both L'aire and herself, the well-practiced, yet honest and open, smile spread across her face to her eyes as she noted Jack's connection to Autumn.

"Mademoiselle? Goodness me, I've not heard such manners for some time," the Beast chuckled, a sight mischievous glint in her eye. "Its a pleasure to meet you also, Jack. Have you traveled far to come to Sacramento?"

[Malcolm Green]

The mountain moves. His shadow, huge and forbidding, falls across the table. Green says little as he approaches, introductions resolved earlier in his opinion. Instead he goes straight for the beverages - unusually, this time, he selects something more fruity and less alcoholic. A few steps bring him into place, and a few more while he shuffles into position so he can stare at the closed door leading into the restaurant proper.

The Spring Court has its private meeting behind that door.

For a moment, he glares at that door, as if trying to wish it away.

Then, shrugging, he tips back his cup and imbibes.

"Petaluma, huh? Whats it like there?" Gemstone eyes shift and peer curiously down at the Flamesiren wreathed in aromatic woodsmoke.

[Terri Nutkins]

"I've heard of Petaluma!" Terri exclaimed at mention of the city. "Yeah, I traveled to the San Francisco Freehold several years ago on business. I remember seeing signs for it around." Back in the good old days when they only had the threat of another Freehold to contend with. It was a shame to hear of Petaluma growing bad lately; Changelings needed protection and the Freehold was the best way to achieve that.

The petite Beast offered Green a warm smile as the Mountain joined them, taking a sip of her drink, noting the air definitely grow colder in the presence of the Winter's.

"Do you miss touring?" Terri suddenly asked L'aire, looking to the Fairest, honestly wanting to know more about her closest friend. Another aspect she had learned from her recent time spent with the Bishopric synod; being selfish won't help anyone.

[Malcolm Green]

Green grunts sourly.

"Thats... sad. You did the right thing in getting out of there. We got problems, yeah. But we haven't turned on our own. Not since I got here, at least."

He stared at his now empty cup as if trying to figure out what to do with it.

"No. I came from out east. Took the long road getting here," he added after a breath. "Passed through Reno. Caught up with a motley of Spring Courtiers, I think. Yeah. Never saw much of the Freehold or anything."

Closing his mouth, he cocked an attentive ear to the conversation flowing between L'aire and Terri.

[Lesingnon]

He loosened the reins on his mantle slightly as he approached, letting the storm winds that were his hallmark unfurl through the air around him. Even if they didn’t see his approach they’d sense it. Terri, L’aire, Green…they’d all recognize it, he was sure. He certainly knew all of theirs. Though the Winters both bore a bit more of the hallmark of their season than they had since he’d last seen them, it seemed.

And there was just the one person that he didn’t know. Not that he was at all concerned about not knowing him. It was mainly the old acquaintances that caught his gaze. One in particular. It always had been Terri that drew him here most strongly. “Hey,” some things didn’t change. He still wasn’t the greatest at breaking the ice during this kind of thing. “It’s been too long.”