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[Mhairi Ankaa]

Mhairi would never get over how the silver arches looked. Every time she passed under them, her fell-flames flickered, the illusion of tangled briars, and thorn filled vines...it always made her shiver. This place was marked by the Lost, and no by another hand. This the Elemental had to remind herself time after time.

As she walks forward, she's swept up in the sea of humanity, the sights, the sounds. The scents coming from the stalls as voices rumble over and under each other in a tangled mess of organic chaos. Fell-flames pass over the stalls on the ground floor, as the Autumn Wisp heads for the stairs. What she sought wasn't in the farmer's market, but in the loft like stalls on the second floor. She'd heard that one of her favorite places to buy her corsets online had rented out one of the booths for the month, and Mhairi couldn't wait to see if they had anything she hadn't seen on the site before for sale.

...even if she might not be able to afford everything she wanted. It was always nice to look.

Humming a jaunty tune, Mhairi heads onward to her destination.

[Seraphina]

She had heard through work and some of the second hand shops about the Quicksilver Gate. A location was given and she was told to look for the silver arches. How could she pass up such an amazing sounding place?!

With some income, she was more than eager to visit the variety of shops that she was promised, and put on one of her newer dresses. It was a shift dress, made of flowing fabric that hugged the right curves when she walked. Her long hair had been left down and flowed effortlessly around her shoulders and down her back. The boots were an impulse buy she couldn’t pass up, not brand new, but they were well taken care off. Paired with the dress, they looked amazing. Ok, she looked amazing! And why wouldn’t she, she was a fairest, it was kinda her thing to look amazing.

Entering the shopping area, she was amazed at the sights and sounds! There seemed to be a little bit of everything no matter where her eyes wandered. She could get some yummy fresh ingredients to make something spectacular for the house. But maybe not tonight, tonight she felt like being selfish and shopping for herself. She was allowed.

So up the stairs she goes, wondering what exciting and different fashions she can find. Maybe something different and daring!

It didn’t take her long to see Mhairi, and she quickens her steps to catch up with the Elemental.

A hand was raised and a wide smile was on her lips,

“Hey you!” she greets with excitement, “This place is amazing!”

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Even distracted, looking through cloths, the cacophony rumbling up and around, and through her, Mhairi still noticed the Fairest's approach. It was hard not too, her gilded scales, and spun silver and gold mane caught the eye, even her Mask, the lie of her humanity it was hard for muggles to keep their eyes off the beauty.

And if you could ignore her physical beauty, you couldn't escape the angelic sound of her voice.

"Sera! Hey!" the wisp gives the women a happy wave. Her new odor of decaying leaves mixing, melding with the scent of Sera's dew coverd blossoms. The spattering of rain falling around Mhairi catches the scant petals that fall around the Treasured. "It is! First time here?"

[Seraphina]

Was the scent of decaying leaves new to Mhairi? Sera wasn’t sure, and it really wasn’t the place to ask, how does one even ask about that? Is it rude and just not done?

The Nix wasn’t sure which feature drew her in more with the Wisp, her mesmerizing eyes, or her amazing constellation hair.

“Yeah, I had a customer and one of the ladies at a second hand store mention it and had to check it out. I don’t even know where to start!” she exclaims with a light musical laugh, “You’ll have to give me pointers on the best stalls.” She didn’t have a whole lot of money, but she had a little bit. Maybe something unique will jump out at her and be affordable.

The voice drew her attention from Mhairi to the new Lost in front of them. It wasn’t hard to miss the scent of a night blooming orchid, and Sera wonders if he’d been in town for long. She takes in his looks as well as aloof presence, though his Mein was what was most interesting. The glittering at the edges of where his eyes should be reminded her in a way of her own shimmering skin.

“Not rude at all,” she was used to being leered at, “Don’t think I’ve seen you around before.” The Nix’s voice while angelic, was friendly.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

"I was introduce to this place a long time ago, by someone in my own club." Mhairi tells the Nix, thinking of Terri. "I will most definitely do that, but most of the stalls up here, or at least the ones along this wall are rented out by the month."

Their conversation is interrupted by a changeling the Autumn Wisp hadn't seen before, the touch of the Freehold Pledge not tying him to she, and Sera. Not surprising as she hadn't see this man at the last Freehold Event, but she thought that like Pippin, a new soul would take the initiative and seek out the Onyx Sovereign to make their vows, but the Spring Equinox was just next week, maybe this Spring -by the scent of blossoms of his mantle - wanted to make his oath to his own Sovereign...if only Mhairi knew who the Wyrd would Crown.

"Thank you, your cowl's not bad either." Mhairi leans a little forward, her nose leading her. She couldn't help it. In the face of the man, a Shadowsoul, his mien marking him. Tall, dark and handsome. It might be a cliche but Mhairi had her preferences. "And by your cologne it seems like you and Sera here share a club."

Perhaps with Spring around the corner the Freehold was due to some renewal.

[Seraphina]

The grin widens, this was awesome to the Treasured, “Rented by the month? Well, maybe they’ll have some unique and awesome things! I’m especially looking for something stunning to wear when I sing.” Cause while her voice could captivate a crowd, she wanted to look amazing when she was up there. Her beauty aside, she needed a dress to showcase it.

The cowl? She studies Lucian, taking in the outfit. So he was wearing a cowl? Well, whatever worked for him. Though if she ever visited that club Mhairi had mentioned that was gothic, she could ask him for pointers on what to wear.

See watches him pat his body, wondering how much the guy drank. Being sober sucked sometimes, and hearing him talk about distractions reminded her how much of distraction her drugs were. Well, when she did them. Which was a long time ago.

“Nice to meet you Lucian, I’m Seraphina, but just call me Sera.” She had caught his Mantle, “Sure, though I can tell you it isn’t much of a run down. I was the only member when I got here a few months ago, but some others came to one of our big parties. But that’s it,” she shrugged, it sucked, but it was what it was, “Though it is nice to have another member, so maybe I’ll call the others and we can get a meeting setup and all get to know each other.” She wasn’t used to there being such a small number of Spring, but maybe things were looking up. If she caught on to what his pinky finger wiggle was, she didn’t say or let on. To her it was a piece of jewelry, nothing more.

“So where are you from?”

[Mhairi Ankaa]

"Oh yes, there's always something interesting to find here. My favorite corset place online's rented out a stall for the month. That's why I'm here." Mhairi explains with a smile, her fell-flames flickering with merriment.

"Sometimes, it's all about layers." she says with a smile and a light laugh, "I think we've all picked up a few tricks in finding our way."

Mhairi nods, "I'm Mhairi, Mhairi Ankaa, and you've got better timing then me. I've been here for a while now, but when I first arrived, it was the tail end of Autumn. I had to wait until the big Winter party to meet everybody."

Elaborating on what Sera had already said, "Those new people are from San Francisco, each of our clubs got a handful of new members when they all made the move. But..." fell-flames flicker as she looks into Lucian's shadow wreathed, and glittering eyes. "Currently your club has no director...." Mhairi didn't know if she should mention that Spring had no Sovereign to this new comer, Loyalists and Privateers the thought echos, as a cold rush of Fear runs through her, but he had a right to know what he was getting into.

Fell-flames flicker, little motes escape her eyes, floating up before evaporating into glamour. It's a trial to move her gaze from the shadow wreathed gaze of the shadowsoul but somehow she does, and when she does a smile ignites, "Oh yes, definitely some overlap there." flickering fell-flames move to the shadow wreathed gaze once more, "You should come by Edna's Boarding House. It's a place for Lost souls, and those who are addicted to horror movies. I'm the manager."