Winter Masquerade

[Seraphina]

Nodding to the otter, “A cheese table huh? Pretty sure us Springs are next in line for the parties. And while I have an idea cooked up, I think I could find a way to work a cheese table into it.” She says with a sly wink.

Sapphires widen as she laughs, “Well, that would certainly be quite the show. But I’m pretty sure this party is PG.” she teased trying to match the smile.

A smirk was offered to Circe, “Oh, I already have one that could top this,” a glance down at her dress, “but I didn’t think it appropriate. Maybe for a Spring party.” Replies the Nix, clearly pleased with herself.

A more heartfelt laugh, “I don’t even remember where it is. I know there is one, cause care instructions and all, but as to it’s location?” a shrug, “No clue.” She honestly didn’t remember.

Looking to John, she mock whispers, “Careful, I hear she’s quite the shot. And pretty sure she got me the last time I tried it.” She was obviously being playful.

Beaming, “Aren’t you sweet Verne! I’m Seraphina by the way, but Sera is just fine.” She felt bad for not introducing herself earlier.

She glances at what he was holding, grinning, “Ah! Edible glitter!” eyes shift over to Quick, “You sly dog!” she says laughing, “It’s perfectly safe to eat. I have special coffee drinks at my shop that use it all the time! It’s very popular.” She had to order the stuff weekly to keep it in stock.
“Well, if you liked it in the drinks, wait until you see the bread I’m going to be selling.” It just seemed to fit her theme.

Then a pout, “Aw, guess we couldn’t keep you to ourselves all night.” A wink, her arm loosening from his. “You bring him back in one piece now.”

She then looks to Ingrid, “Don’t feel bad, I don’t have my phone either.” She then holds her arms out slightly, “No pockets.” Yup, there was no place to hide a phone or anything else for that matter.

The Treasured then sips her warm drink, watching the show unfold around her.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

A napkin is quickly used to mop up the spray of her drop she inhaled. "Circe I tell myself that all the time, but it keeps on happening," paired with a grin.

Some more giggling, "At least this time noone's getting a glitter mustache." remembering her own from the very first cup of coffee Sera served her at the Garden Grounds.

"Ahh, but spicy us the heh, spice if life,"a smile, "Okay, sorry. That was bad.".

Looking around, if everyone is introducing themselves should she? "And I'm Mhairi." but really the would get the full effect until she drops the Mask...and takes off the gods awful mask that's super hot, and the itchy as all get out contact lenses!

[Circe]

The Purple Princess smiled as the Phantom humored her laser finger by returning the favor. "Aww, I guess its okay for ya to drag John off," she happily agreed with Ingrid's approval, "But don't keep him too long," playing along with Seraphina, "he's a popular one," she winked at John.


As for Ingrid's query about the formality of the Freehold, "Girl, I ain't got a fuckin' clue," was the amused response that came from behind the purple mask. The Fairest was even newer to town then the Darkling. So a little insight into the place's working would be welcome. Though the talk of cheese tables couldn't stop the Purple Princess from quipping in "Ah, the power of cheese," with a giggle.


Circe looked Seraphina up and down, humming in thought. "I really don't see how ya can top that dress and keep it PG. So the better one, isn't? Fun!" As for her fake whisper to John, that got a loud laugh from beneath the purple mask. "Lovely snowflake, I'm pretty sure I shot everyone."


The woman shook her head, shocked at her lack of initial response to the edible sparkles. She'd been going to Seraphina's place regularly enough. Was she actually getting used to having food that twinkled in light? "Good yes, but don't tell any jokes when Mhairi's drinkin' it. Glitter is better on the nose then in."


"Oh? You don't have pockets Sera? Nor the rest of us? Oh, shocking." Circe tone was false offense and clearly an attempt to imitate the stereotype of an upset fashionista, "I must say, all our dresses seem to be so lacking in that department. Skin tight, see through, or streamlined. How form over function we are this night tsk tsk tsk," she was having no trouble keeping a straight face. If only because she wasn't even trying to do so. "Why, I am so upset, I must have more sparkly treats!"

[Ingrid]

Ingrid bobbed her head to the impeccably costumed Onyx.

"Yeah. I'd like that. I really should take the time to learn more of how the other Courts do things, you know. I'll have to schedule something, hey?"

She winked playfully, the action was lost, hidden by her gauzy fascinator.

Casting her roving eye over the group hovering around the table, the Darkling allowed herself a satisfied smile. They were all gathered. The Freehold, together. Finally.

"You know," she mentioned casually with one hand gliding drolly over the confectionary offerings, "We are all here, together, now. Anyone got any questions? I mean, this is us. Against the world."

Her Freehold against the world; against the Brim who lurked beyond the borders; against the refugees from the Bay; against what angry hobs lurked, licking their wounds from the fallout of the Dragon's demise. A Winter Freehold, now, by the look of things.

That was going to make things... Interesting indeed.

[Ingrid]

Ingrid regarded Sasha from across the table.

"I like the sound of that, I do." She flashed the other monarch a grin.

The Darkling fell silent as the two Winter Courtier's chatted.

"Actually. That kind of thing sounds something we should all do." She turned her attention on Circe. "What do you say, Circe Origins . How about we organise coffee or something?"

[Circe]

Circe grabbed a fresh pastry even as she was offered a less intact one. She reacted to Verne's offer, "Thanks but I prefer to crush my own. And I ain't lickin' it off yer fingers," a laugh trickled out her throat as she nibbled on her own pastry. Glitter was speckled on the lower half of her face now. She was still doing so when Verne mentioned her name, earning a thumbs up from the Purple Princess and a nod to show it was true.


Then the Dark Lady, as Verne was calling Sasha, did something amazing. Circe had to finish her mouthful to instantly jump back into the exaggerated fashionista accent, "Oh gasp," she rubbed her clean left hand on her chin, "such wondrous utility ya have Sasha! Truly your dress is fashionably functional formal, uh," the purple mask didn't hide her consternation, "Fuck that accent. Nice," she finished with a nod to Sasha.


The Purple Princess shrugged in response to the Business Woman's query, "Don't see why not. Free food and coffee art always a good way ta draw in a crowd. Ya want me ta help with cookin' something?"