The night was finally wrapping up. So excited she'd on the Equinox's approach that she hardly slept the night before, and she'd woken up ridiculously early so she could set everything up for the Coronation.

The Later talk after the Coronation hadn't been as painful as Mhairi feared. In fact it went better then she'd hoped. Morgan's her newly Pledged, Paladin of Shadows, and Nathan, he'd taken over the role she'd just vacated. Mhairi hoped that being Twilit Page would suit him, and help draw him out of whatever funk he's been in.

Despite the bone deep ache of exhaustion Mhairi felt, she didn't kick off her heels. The very thought abhorrent to the wisp. So with gentle care she removes her one acid green heel after the other and stores in their very special spot. Of course all of her shoes had their own spots on the stylish asymmetrical shelving she set up. Offering up a smile at her growing shoe collection, she turned to the rest of her ensemble. After stepping out of the back tulle skirt, her quick and clever fingers worked on loosening the laces of her corset before her attention turned to the clasps. Letting her corset fall from her body she left it to lie on top the tulle skirt. She deal with them in the morning.

Fell-flames flick over to her bed, the soft mattress, her duvet and plush pillows so inviting, but had just been washed, and so the thought of her heavy makeup ruining that work and soiling her effort, made the wisp turn away from her plush and inviting bed to sit before her small vanity, Mhairi pulled her ring from her finger, and tossed it into a pretty glass bowl full of jewelry on the small white table she'd found at a yard sale, and set about removing her pesky makeup that was keeping her from her oh so plush and inviting bed.

Makeup wipes in hand, and poised for it's duty, only for fell-flames to see the crown atop her head.

Whoa.

She just...didn't know how to feel. This wasn't what she planned on doing this morning. This morning she'd ran around like a maniac getting everything together and ready...for Rick's-her Coronation.

Fell-flames take in what the Wyrd shaped of her - her? - crown, and can't believe everything that has happened since her near sleeplessness the night previous.

Gods and Demons What was the Wyrd thinking...? Frowning, as she moved the wipe against her cheek, she's the one would made the Oath, and the Wyrd accepted her words. Against the man who'd once been King of Sacramento's Autumn Court. With tired, but sure movements, Mhairi makes quick work of her makeup remove, the events of the night playing once more through her mind.

She was Autumn's Queen. Her. Mhairi Ankaa. Shyly stammering Mhairi. Fear makes her fell-flames flicker, the motes of fire escaping her eyes as the flames dance. Mhairi swallows heavily, and rakes a brush through her hair. No. As the newly crowned Queen of Fear she needed to master her own, and not let it master her. Okay. She could do this. The Wyrd thought she had what it took. She'd live up to her words and not be a total fuck up. No pressure.

Okay. That was a lie. It involved all the pressure in the world. But...she's deal.

Staring at herself in the mirror, she whispers out, "I am the Queen of Fear. Of Autumn. Of Arcane Lore...which my Courtiers and I have studied, and will continue to study meticulously...that we stole. From Them."

Stole from Them echos loudly. Her fell-flames flicker, delight shredding some of her worry, and her Fear.

She was the Queen of a Court of Thieves...

Mhairi smirks as her fell-flames flickered merrily.

Maybe the Wyrd did know what it was doing after all.