This scene is set on December 9, 2018. Substantive business will not begin until that day in real life. I have posted this a couple of days early so that people can enter and get positioned, as we are entering the Christmas season and it would be ideal to be done before the weekend before Christmas and the inevitable slowdown.
A surprise party. So said Twist and Vivian, and so it would be.
The chief meeting room at Nox had been gussied up. She'd put up fancy-looking streamers that adorned corners. Gold and red gift boxes in decoration, bearing Clan colors and shining brightly against classy LED Christmas candles that the Dragon had placed in strategic locations.
On the table before each seat, a small golden box, no more than six inches wide by six inches tall by six inches deep. On each box, a label, ribbons closing it off and a bow on top.
For the Respected Archon, the seat closest to the right of the Priscus's seat at the head of the table had a box decoratively labelled Archon Twist.
Across from Twist, Recognized among their Clan? Seneschal York.
On Twist's right was a smaller one for Deputy Sheriff Blackbird.
Across from Blackbird, a bigger one for Hound Davis.
At the head of the table sat the Priscus. She looked human. Blushed and empowered by the Chrysalis, all of the things that had been lost to her Beast were recovered. The little dimple of her right cheek. All those natural reactions that people did, the little autonomic functions that degradation took - it was all there. For once, she had dressed decoratively - plainly, the young Sheriff enjoyed Christmas, and she wore a red cocktail dress that was knee-length with a v-cut. Her shoes were still form over function, a mere one inch heel that raised her to five foot three, but the shoes were forest green. Her necklace and bracelets were simple gold chains, accenting the outfit with their Clan's second traditional color.
Business was short, but with the Daeva, things rarely were boring...