(1712) Winter Coronation

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Mhairi coos and claps at the magical display, smiling as Sasha's crown takes shape sparkling in the light.

"Yes, Hedgespinning is my jam. Anyone want something done we could talk it over,"a smile as she makes her offer.

"A masquerade?" brows climb as the wisp tries to catch Sera's sapphires. Remembering the last time she dinner a mask and dress....and if she should reuse the costume and make up. She was Autumn's Dread Queen after all.

[Circe]

Circe turned to Quick and a smile plastered her face, "That's why I like ya Jimmy. You are so helpful! Thanks man. So a mask that ain't a Mask, huh? 'Kay." Shouldn't be too hard. Circe could probably find something at a party store. Just have to match colors for the dress or a suit.


Next she turned to Sasha, "Well that really depends on the, uh, quality of crown yer talkin' about here Sasha. I got tools yeah but freebie materials would get ya, hmm," the elf rubbed her chin in thought. Trying to figure out what to say. She gasped out an "Ah!" and snapped her fingers, "High school prom crown. Pretty but not good for like, improvised whack a hob." Circe let her arms flop to her side as she laughed out, "But I time to make it look good though. Brownie. Helluva life hack that is."

[Ingrid]

Ingrid listened to Sasha's explanation with interest. Enlightened self interest, really; the Onyx Fairest was much more experienced than she.

Tilting her head slightly, she turned her attention abruptly on the rest of the conversation.

"Masquerade ball, hey? Well that could be interesting. I don't think I have the time for hedge spun gear right now. Maybe later. So I'll just have to be creative with... normal... stuff."

She shrugged.

[Seraphina]

A warm smile greeted Quick when he rejoined them. Though she was curious what he needed to talk to Mhairi privately about. She was a curious girl who liked knowing what was going on. But that didn’t mean she would ask or pry. Cause that was rude.

Another Winter party? Well, weren’t they trying to take top rung in the Freehold. That was fine. Spring would retake that position when it was their turn. Because no one threw a party like Spring did, and she was going to make sure no one forgot that.

An eyebrow was quirked, “A masquerade?” that could be fun, “Well, count me in! Any excuse to break out another beautiful dress to wear for the evening is perfect for me.” But now she might need a different one. Cause she would need a mask that matched.

Wow. She’d never heard a Queen offering money to the Queen of another Season.

Interesting.

Her warm drink was brought up to her lips as sapphires dance and follow the conversation.

She catches the look from the Wisp and simply raises a single shoulder.

A high school prom crown? Surly that wasn’t fitting for the Queen or King of a Season. It simply wouldn’t due. At least not to her. It should have the flavor of not only the Season, but the wearer as well.

And of course her mind wandered once again to what type of crown Spring would form on her head. Well, should she ever want to be Queen that is.

[Ingrid]

The Darkling made an noise that denoted her continued interest.

Turning slightly, she raised an eyebrow as Mhairi and Quick rejoined their group.

"Oooh. Look at you. I wonder what tricks you pair got up to over there." Ingrid purred, offering her motley-mate a none to subtle wink - which may or may not have been directed at the Levinquick as well.

Smirking in the depths of her mystery, Ingrid returned to the conversation at hand.

"So. Formal wear. And Masks. Nothing wrong with a bit of formality now and then." It would suit the calendar well considering the Vernal Sovereign knew her coronation would be a simple affair given the limits of her Hollow. "Apart from the clothes, do we need anything else?"

[Mhairi Ankaa]

"Hedgespun for latter's all good too," Mhairi smiles.

"the only prom crowns I've seen are the ones from movies and they're...uh.." she fumbles not wanting to come out and say 'tacky'.

Mhairi offers Ingrid an impish smile, or what she hopes is an impish smile.

Fell-flames turn to Sasha and she hums. Mind slight with what the Winter shared.

With that admittion should she still decide on her Halloween costume?

[Circe]

Circe decides to finish Mhairi sentence for her, "Tacky as fuck?" mirth clear in her voice. "True Mhairi. 'cept for those stories with magic," the elf was grinning ear to bouncing ear as she nodded in agreement.

"Okay Sasha," Circe nodded, "Be glad to work with ya. We just bang out a time and start bangin' out tiaras. Pretty sure we can use those spares to do a lot better then I could on my lonesome." Circe wasn't sure where this studio was but it sounded like it could be useful for this project. "Sounds like it could be fun to solder a tiara or two. Maybe even get 'em to match a mask for the masquerade."

Circe hadn't known that about Winter. "Huh? I though it was just an opera thing. Cool. Ha, I should take a look at the old flick for some ideas."

[Quick]

The Elemental rubs the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Sure, Circe. Got to come up with a nickname for you, too." Though, come to think of it, 'Jimmy' takes longer to say than Quick or James. But whatever. Pet names are pet names.

A little color rushes to his face as the ladies from other Seasons each express interest in the Masquerade. He even spares Sasha a nod as she goes into more detail, thankful that she'd been around when he'd had the idea. And, of course, she goes into explaining it in much better detail than he could have. When she's finished, he chimes in with "Kinda what I've been doing for a long time. Hiding my face and all. Guess now it's for a purpose though. Keeping Them unaware." Small Freehold or no... you can never be too careful. Quick just happens to have been practicing being invisible before he had a good reason to.

All the talk about arts and crafts brings a smile to Quick's boyish face. A slightly sad one. He doesn't even have a real home, let alone a chest full of memories to make a costume. He'd have to do something about that. Maybe go out and buy something nice. Some formal-wear, too. He has no doubt he could rock something posh to the Masquerade. It's just a shame he won't have a cute partner to dance with. A few blinks. Come to think of it? None of them would. Unless one of his lady counterparts was interested in women. Freehold could really use some men... he thinks, bitterly.

OOC

I want to set this up later. Maybe mid-to-late February. Give everyone some time to tie up loose ends and maybe do some social scenes for coming up with outfits and masks.