(ES1704) A Court without a Crown

[Seraphina]

A smile was offered to Morgan, “You don’t have to leave, please stay, I have nothing to hide.” Well, nothing that had to do with Spring and it’s Crown anyways. “And then tell me where I can find this battered chicken, cause it sounds awesome right now!” she says with a grin.

And Lucians words was going to make this super easy, which worked for her.

Grinning, then laughing, “Well, seems it’s settled then.” She agrees. “I didn’t want the Crown, and I won’t lie, I’m defiantly not a leader. And I have other things I want to focus on.” Plus it seemed like more work than she wanted to take on. “So you want it, it’s yours.” She shrugged, before adding, “But don’t make me regret not fighting you for it.” She says with a wink. Maybe someday she would make a move for the Crown, but it wouldn’t be today.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

The Equinox might have passed, but perhaps this was a time of renewal, a theme of Spring, maybe the Crown would only appear when this new crop of Springs invoked it and rebound the Antler crown to the new Seasonal Cycle....

Maybe that was what the Freehold needed. A new cycle, for a new era.

"You could Pledge for the Crown, like I did mine. Let the Wyrd judge you worthy, and the Cycle will be mended, and the 'hold will be safe."

[Malcolm Green]

While the others talked, Green feasted quietly on his soup. Someone had ensured it was hot enough to survive the cold aura that always hung around him; and they had provided a sweet little basket of bread to go with it. By this point in the conversation, the mountain was moping up the last juicy dregs with a hunk of bread, the rich crust cracking under his clumsy fingers.

"Good to see we're getting organised," he rumbled appreciatively around a sopping mouthful. "Yeah. That might work. Pledge and then see who the Wyrd chooses. That was how we did the last time a Crown was needed." He nodded and was about to finish off the last of the bread when he noticed the new arrival.

"Hey. I know you. You been away..." If he said anything more its was lost as wolfed down the last hunk of bread.

He stabbed a finger to where Alexander was standing. "Ah. Your Court kinda crashed in your absence. Whats left is over there, now. We lost Ramona in the Hedge; running interference when we thought we were being followed by... um... enemy agents, yeah? Alexander and Cynthia over there are all thats left. Stay for the food. This soup was just right!"

[Morgan Bellanar]

Morgan nodded when she was told it would not require privacy, "Kay...oh," when it was revealed that Sera would not seek the crown, seniority to Lucian not withstanding. Morgan wasn't going to judge, given her own actions, "Nary judge ye Sera. If Autumn tried to crown me I would hath literally run to flee it. Follow I can do, lead nay so much."

Then she grinned, "Oh then fowl to found a'front of ye," Morgan held up a menu, shaking it in the air, "Tis upon page 3. And tis grand to ken we shalt hath 3 club executives out of the 4." It'd delay trouble for a few months at least.

She got distracted from the royal discussion by the arrival of an unknown...wait. She titled her head as she looked at Charles. "Dood seems familiar," but she really couldn't place the face to a name.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

At Sasha's words Mhairi nods, then beams when the Shadowsoul steps forward and makes his Pledge. The smile bright, dims...and falls away completely when that voice speaks up over the crowd. She thought he was gone. Forever, like so many of those who'd come and gone before and after him. But no, of course he had to be the one to return.

"Charles Goldwater." Mhairi is frowning. She might have grown to accept her own flames more, but she'd done nothing about the instinctive dislike of the Elementals of Pollution.

"They're not really all that's left...this is the first time I've seen them." expounding on Green's words. "So, yeah. The Crown needs to be decided between you tw-three." Though that slip might have been for the Blightbent, or for the suddenly missing Ogress.