(1809) Autumn Equinox

[Rhodes]

"You know, Lady Circe, I think you may be absolutely right. Stunning is the word." He turned to the Blue Elf. "I suppose that depends on who the crown manifest upon," Rhodes says with a grin. "If it is me, I can't say it's my style. But you could always set it atop our centerpiece as a fitting symbol, until the Leaden Sovereign becomes known. We have discussed it at length as a Court, but only the Wyrd will tell...."

He sees the other Changelings enter. "Freya! John! Welcome to our Celebration of the season! And looking very fine, the pair of you, I must say. Come in, come."

The Flowering turns to Seraphina, and tries to stop his heart fluttering. "Indeeed I am." His grin grows a little wider. "I'm sure we will have plenty of time to converse a little more - I have decided I don't want to stray too far from this fascinating place. You were off talking with Nana about the Hedge, I recall. I was intrigued, but alas, I cannot be everywhere. Did you have any ideas about exploring the local area?"

[Ingrid]

Ingrid detaches herself from the group that has formed around her, briefly.

She moves to where the drinks are located and pours something for herself and Seraphina .

Nodding and murmuring greetings to those that she knows Freya John Doe Penance Nana Echo she makes her way back to her group

And more properly joins the side thread...

[Circe]

The arrival of her roommate neither went unnoticed nor unspoken upon, "Johnny! I knew you'd look great in that!" a fist was raised into the air towards John Doe. Wait, it was a thumbs up.


"Oh ho ho ho, Seraphina it was very complimentary," Circe didn't miss a beat in joining the beautifully dressed Fairest in laughter. Good thing about a lack of shame was it prevented blushing.


"Hmm good ta know. I suppose fast ballin' it ta whoever gets it is the wrong kinda crowned," Circe is glad someone paid attention to her question. She was in charge of Summer. A blue neck stretches backwards with a pop of joints as the metal crown falls into a waiting hand behind her back. Circe then starts bouncing it into the air and catching it with one hand, "Just ta worn ya Rhodes. If the rest of Autumn gets pissed at me fer puttin' it there," the smile she'd worn turns smarmy, "I'm tellin' 'em it was our idea, oh ho ho ho ho." Once the laughter dies down she sings out, "Be right baaack!"


Unless someone physically stops her, Circe takes Rhodes' suggestion to heart. Still bouncing the crown one handed, the Summer Queen struts up to the centerpiece and places the crown on its head. A massive grin then crawls on her face. Turning with her arms spread wide at her sides, her Italian accented voice rises loudly, "To whoever the mantle of Sovereign goes, a iron crown here can be chose, deny this gift will earn no foes, I offer just for fun don't ya knows, aaaaand I am done with the prose!"


The loud Fairest gave a exaggerated bow as she finished.

[Seraphina]

The smile reappears, “That’s great to hear! We’ll have to exchange numbers and meet up sometime soon.” Comes the angelic voice. “I’m glad you’ve decided to stay! I think it’s a decision you won’t regret.” She didn’t regret her decision to remain in the Freehold.

A nod, “I don’t believe we’ve come up with any plans per say, but we’re both very interesting in going in. It sounds like it could help her with Goblin Fruit, and I’m always up for an adventure. Maybe you’d like to join us when we get something setup.” She offers the charming Fairest.

Shen then turns back to Ingrid and Blink. Joining the side thread.

[Freya]

Freya watches the scene before her, smiling to Seraphina and Rhodes as each in turn beckon her to join the greater group. For the latter, the smile is slightly wider, owing to her at least casual familiarity to the Flowering. Hearing an unknown voice gift its own greeting to her, the bird-thing turned to regard Sasha with a look of curiousity and, mildly interest. Her smile tugged to become a coy grin, granting a hinting glimpse to the fangs that rested beyond the flesh, "Good evening," she offers as she moves to proceed onward. A taloned hand gestures to the collection of Lost near Rhodes, signaling Freya's intended target as a warm, inviting look spreads across her features. She wondered if the woman, who she had overheard was a Sovereign, would join her.

Flattering... The notice of a Sovereign beholden to another Court seemed noteworthy to the Hunterheart, of course. Either way, it seemed impolite to ignore the invitation of Rhodes and Seraphina to mingle. Freya nonetheless hoped this Queen Sasha would not take offense.

During Ingrid's brief foray from her group, Freya dips her head in respect murmuring a greeting of her own before the porcelain wraith returns to her friends. Seeing as Seraphina is busy, Freya wagers that setting up near Rhodes is the best option, as the Flowering seems to remain available to the greater group. Before she can move in, however, the Den Mother watches Circe's antics, giving an amused huff and gently shaking her head. With the laughing Fairest's humorous rhyme done, the Beast that is Freya finally ventures forward.

Sliding forward with a definitive purpose, Freya's form makes it clear that She-Who-Stalks sleeps soundly in her cage, her feral nature under lock and key. Her walk is even and calm in its procession and a gentle, warm smile alights her lips. Nonetheless, the glinting talons of the Den Mother's hands and her nigh-unblinking stare remained as an unspoken sign of the animalistic spirit that resided within. Finally stopping near Rhodes, Freya would regard the Flowering with her round, glassy eyes before dipping her head lightly in greeting, "Rhodes, you look well," She says, her voice genuine. It was more than a mere compliment, the pair's previous associations were hardly at times when either looked their best.

And here the air was calm.

There was no blood on the wind.

[Rhodes]

Rhodes nods to the Winter Queen, repling in an equally low voice. "That is most kind, and I shall take you up on that offer. I hope that after this evening, we may have several matters to discuss."

Raising his voice to a normal level again, he smiles. "Excellent, excellent. I noticed even in my short time we have had several intriguing new arrivals... Tiphon, Barnabas... The lovely Freya, of course," He geasures to the beast lady, waving her over. "Freya! Please, you must meet Lady Sasha, the Onyx Sovereign. Until later, Lady Winter." He inclines his head, returning to the other guests.

He gives Circe an amused look. "Symbolism is lost on you, isn't it Lady Circe?" he says wittily. "The start of the celebration, the Queen of Summer setting her Crown atop a centered holdingplace as the Wyrd draws out it's Autumn Lord... or Lady? Sounds fitting to me..." He smiles, moving over to Nana as Circe flounce up to the centrepeice.

"There's a place over the Mantle it would rest quite handily," Rhodes agrees to the Wizened. He leans in close and says in a low voice, "Although I must say, I find it far too gauche to actually wear. I'd leave a crown to the Wyrd any day." There's a smirk, as he strolls back to Circe, presenting her to the gathered People as she bows, and matching Nana'a light applause. He turns to the Wizened. "Give it a few minutes longer, and then we should probably begin the meal."

Rhodes returns Seraphina's stunning smile. "I'd like that. I've found several opportunities for the right kind of mind." He listens to the Fairest's plans for the Hedge. "I would be interested in joining the pair of you. Ensuring a few trods and roadways could bring easy travel for us. Maybe open the Hedge up enough for a Market to pass through. You'll have to let me know." He gives her another broad smile as Sera turns back towards the Spring Queen.