(17AE) Coronation Autumnal Equinox

[Donovan Ackerman]

“Mmm. Later,” he said his voice seeming to come from deeper in his throat. He gaze is oddly intense as just as quickly as arriving, Quick was pulling Alex away. The Wizened picked something from his plate and ate it like a cow thoughtfully chewing cud.

Then it was just him and Ingrid. An awkward stretched for a short minute.

"You a lawyer?" he asked finally. She'd mentioned a caseload.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Mhairi goes to take another sip and realizes she'd finished off her drink already, with a sigh she decides to fix herself another one, but before she does she nudges Seraphina with her elbow because both hands are occupied, and tries to catch Sasha 's violets with her fell flames.

"What's this I hear about a shopping trip?" Mhairi asks, trying get the unusually quiet Spring to talk, and so she was more then a wallflower at her own Coronation.

Hey Selena Orianna would either of you want to have a side convo with Mhairi?

[Circe]

Having finished their chat, Circe heads back over to the food table, pocketing the small water bottle for later as she is intent to refill her plate. She notices Sera is hanging about, "Sup Sera? The cider any good? I've only tried the pumpkin cookies here myself," Circe notices Sera is eyeing the crowd. She briefly does the same, "I didn't miss anything interesting did I?" she giggled, causing the flower in her hair to bob again, "Not likely I know, but why not ask?"

[Ingrid]

And then Alexander Brown was gone. Before she could draw him into conversation proper. So was Quick. She watched with a certain stunned detachment as the pair drifted out of her orbit.

That left Donovan and, blessedly, the wizened did eventually speak enough to break the horribly awkward silence that descended and stretched around them.

"Oh? Lawyer? Me? No. Gods no! I moonlight as a P.I. It lets me stick my nose in other people's business for money! Pays the bills. And... eh... generally suits my needs. So what do you say to that? Come to think of it, how have you settled in?"

Anything to keep the awkward silence at bay.

[Thomas Land]

Thomas detaches himself from Circe, desperately desiring a drink. Something to calm his nerves, to soothe his social anxiety. A glass of red wine is poured. The long-stemmed bulb of the glass itself looking absurd in his over-sized Mole's claw.

Glancing about himself, it's clear that the group has broken apart into smaller, more manageable clusters. Beady eyes land on Ingrid and Donovan Ackerman and Thomas decides to join them. He'd had little chance to speak with the Darkling as of late and Donovan is still a mystery to him.

So, he drifts toward the two, coming into their orbit as unobtrusively as possible. The smell of plums and sun-kissed heat of their mingled mantles make the Mole-Man feel like he may swoon. A tidy sip of wine is taken.

"Hm-hmmmm, good evening. Mind if I join you?"

[Quick]

It doesn't take long for Quick to break away again and rejoin the group. Returning to the table, he's confronted again with the presence of Donovan. And Ingrid. Two opposite sides of the coin on his becoming a Winter. Awkward.

"Back." he announces. Instantly regretting his completely obvious and pointless statement. He smiles, but the rest of his drink is gone in seconds. He'll be feeling that second drink soon.

[Seraphina]

Turning to the Elemental she grins, "Well, things have been said but I'm not sure if anythings been set in stone so to speak." eyes look over to Sasha, "Though I'm certainly eager for plans to be made. I do love a good shopping trip." eyes then dance with excitement.

The smile was then offered to Circe, the cup held up, "It's delicious! The perfect drink to remind us that Autumn is here. Now all we need is a hay ride and to carve some pumpkins." she jokes with a musical laugh.

Then she shakes her head, "Not that I know of." there was also a shrug.

Side thread sounds good

[Circe]

"Cool, I'll give it a try Sera," which is exactly what Circe did. "I'm sure we could find a pumpkin pretty fast. Hay and horses though," she sipped some cider, "oh that is good. Right, hay and horses'll be a lil' harder to scrounge up."

Circe shrugged, "Eh, guess boring is kind," she was interrupted by a rather energetic sprite buzzing past her towards the pizza, making the Fairest duck her head. "Wow, uh, never mind on boring. We did get enough drama recently anyway," as she grabbed a few more snacks.

If the thread is at the food table, can Circe participate for fun?