Season of Renewal (1806)

[Lucifer]

"How could I leave when there is a crown so perfectly suited to my brow?" Lucifer teased, turning to the woman who someone seemed to drip sex appeal despite the shards of glass and mangled legs that she was cursed with. It was impressive. Lucifer doubted she could have come back from the Thorns if she had been similarly cursed and she was curious what kind of monumental strength must reside behind those oddly alluring dark stains around the Beast's eyes.

The Blonde with the lavender eyes and a harsh wind surrounding her attracted her attention next, and Lucifer nodded thanks before she turned her gaze to the supposed home of Autumn.

"A haunted house? How droll. I'm sure I can do something to fix it, though," she mused, a finger rising to caress the edge of her jaw as she considered the possibilities. Of course, the appearance of another new arrival caused her to pause once again.

"Oh, look. Another lost puppy."

[Echo]

A mirror man approaches, John or something. But Echo is lost in her reflection. It's rude and inconsiderate but the Lioness tries to fix her hair and the lay of her fur anyway.

Turning away from the mirror man, and his non-ness, she giggles at the Dancer's closet offer. "Is that offer for everybody?" she asks Sasha a teasing smile on her lips, which transforms into something naughtier, "I'm an all club sort. Spring is the Season, and there is Desire found in every walk-strut-of life."

Echo purrs, the sound vibrates more then it aught for a human's throat alone, "Ooooh, aspirations of Queendom?: upon glass toes she pads closer, "Are there battle plans? Routes of attack, diamond dreams? Come, you can tell Echo. 'Tis the dying Season after all." she whispers close to the Fairest.

Her head turns as the morningstar's paradoxically perturbing and honeyed voice draws attention to the flame kissed man, "I'm Echo," she purrs again, and blows him a kiss.

[Seraphina]

Sapphires turn as a disquieting voice calls out about Autumn. The owner of the voice, though quite attractive, obviously didn’t have a name. Or thought it was worth sharing with the group to which she made demands.

But she wasn’t about to hand out such info to someone without a name. “You've heard correctly,” comes the angelic voice, “the Freehold does make its home here.” Bu that was all the Nix was saying.

Eyes shift back over to the Lioness, “That is certainly always the case.” As a Spring she knew this. But more importantly, as a woman she knew it as well.

A light musical laugh escapes her lips as the blonde dances, “I’m always looking for someone to hit the club scene with. We should go out some evening and see what trouble we can get into.” She was beginning to enjoy going out dancing. Though it wouldn’t be the same without Mhairi, who had pushed her to try it.

The use of the name caught her attention, Luci.

She catches sight of John and smiles, “Hey John! Come join the party.” She was still working on how shy the Darkling could be. Have to boost that confidence.

Smirking to Sasha, “Careful, I’ll take you up on that offer. If my wardrobe was anything special, I’d extend the same offer. But I’m still building it up.” But it was getting there!

If Sasha was comfortable sharing the information, then that was ok with her. The Dancer had been in the Freehold the longest, seen the most and was probably the best judge of someone.

Nodding, “If I remember right, Mhairi said some of the upstairs still had a few functioning bedrooms. But I could have misheard her.” It happened.

But there was another new face. Sapphires focus on him as she smiles, “Hey there, haven’t seen you around. Come, join us. I’m Seraphina.” Might as well make him feel comfortable and like he could talk.

A crown suited for her brow? With the mention of Autumn and Ednas, she must be Autumn. But it was too soon for Sera for someone to replace Mhairi as its Sovereign. The wound on her heart at the departure of her friend was still fresh and tender. But she knew Mhairi would want her to give this woman a chance, welcome her to the Freehold.

[Lucifer]

Hmmm.

Yes.

Lucifer liked this one. The force of personality coming off of her were like heat waves above desert sand, and she saw true to things. Yes, there were battle plans, and routes of attack. The aspiring Queen breathed in the promise of sudden violence in the night, she smelled the scent of secrets long buried, she tasted the bloody wine of victory...

"You shall be mine, Echo," Lucifer declared, an elegant hand reaching out, a clawed fingernail placed gently beneath the Lioness' chin, tilting her head up. "I have need of allies. You shall be mine. But tell me, who else should join us?"

[Echo]

Her ears twitch and her tail's a swish, eyes of blade sharp silver roll, and lids fall to half mast. The hand upon her chin is manipulated as any cat might do to such a hand to place it where they want it. First she rolls her face against the fingers, slowly moving the hand up to cup her cheek, her eyes peak open and she moves yet more. For a hand to find hair, for a hand to find a twitching ear.

"Yours...." she purrs, the sound reverberates. "There's a Magpie I know....but she might fly away soon..." she the tone is whisper soft, gaining the quietness born of intimacy.

[Seraphina]

A smile was offered to John. She really need to get him past his shyness, build his confidence up. Then maybe he would shine more at gatherings. Something to work on.

Now whatever was now going on with the new Autumn and Echo, well, that was just weird. Like, get a room weird. Her attention was called elsewhere, like other new Lost who might be more social.

Jason Devereux.

“Pleased to meet you Jason, welcome to Funderland!” the Nix was chipper and friendly. She had no reason not to be and it made getting to know new faces easier.

Then Sasha speaks and she nods, “What she said.” still smiling. Seeing the look from the Dancer, the Treasured shrugs.