The Faerie Pub is open for business.
So what if the drink selection is limited and there is no food to speak of? The Spring Hollow is complete: the Thorns beaten back, hidden behind crafted walls. Light pours in through windows that face the Hedge and a little fire crackles in a hearth. The furniture is a little bland - it has the deep rich colour of wood tempered by long years in an authentic Old Country pub but it lacks the intricate carving and the weight of history. The effect is a little cheap but Ingrid wouldn't change it for the world.
She had built this. Well... She and Seraphina.
While the Freehold shrank to the grounds of the theme park above and the Courts withered, she had ensured that Spring had done its part. Sasha's Blue Note might well be the place for functions, but the Darkling was working hard to make the Spring Court Hollow the effective heart of the 'Hold.
Where else could they let their hair down over a beer?
After all, all they had to do was jump down the Wishing Well...
Ingrid isn't behind the bar but she is leaning on it, perched on a stool thats perhaps a little too hard on her ass. Bottle beer - cheap ale (its all she can afford) - on the counter before her.
A log pops loudly in the fire.