(1902) Fireside Marshmallows

[Circe]

"The key I hear is ta get 'em golden, just at the cusp of burnin' from white ta black," Circe comments as she too tries to roast some sugary puff balls on a stick. As for Sasha's question, that makes her crimson eyes look over her shoulder, "We were gonna discus Max's big clamore from last time right?" Eyes turn back to Sasha, "Not sure if the director is invited too or just the crown club," Circe shrugs yet still manages to keep the marshmallows in proper place. "Ya wanna wait, not, or just talk about Max or things while we wait?"

[Circe]

Circe plucked a golden marshmallow from her stick, munching on it without care for decorum as she listened to Sasha speak. Then another marshmallow was added to the stick as blue shoulders shrug rather then argue the point of the meeting thing.

Swallowing the toasted puff she decided to give a direct answer, "As a Summer I hafta like what he did. Conflict and struggle. He insulted folks fer sure," she snorts out a laugh, "The way he put it? We ain't a Freehold without an Oath? Maybe he just ain't a rhetorician but if I'd said that it'd only mean two things," her free hand raises up with the index finger extended. "I'm tryin' ta pick a fight or," middle finger goes up, "I was trolling. Not ta promote debate its just kinda a habit now. Oh wait was he," Circe raises the new marshmallow to her lips. And blows out the fire on it, "Ya know, trolling ta make a debate?"

Circe waits for the burnt puff to cool as she reached for her own s'more crackers and chocolate. "Gold is good," she nods in approval.

[Circe]

"I'm from the Bay," Circe's tone was flat as she answered. "The Oath there did nothin' ta hinder the back stabbing shit they pulled on each other," she grabbed a pair of cookies. "So ta me an Oath don't guarantee good intentions."

She places the burnt marshmallow between the two cookies and squeezes, sliding the gooey fluff off the stick. "But that's the only other Freehold I been ta. So like the worst one possible," she points behind her then points at Sasha, "And now the best possible." She shakes her head, "I recommend not visitin' the Bay. If ya got more experience then ya know my policy," she then bites the cookie sandwich. She hummed, "Mmmph mph! Mmm mmm mph." Then swallows, "Good call on the cookies."

After a pause she continues telling Sasha her policy. "Oh, right policy. Always take advice from an expert in their field. Ya wanna know about guns, talk ta me. I wanna know about Freeholds I talk ta ya. Savvy?" She asks with a smile as she bites into the cookie s'more again.

[Rhodes]

Rhodes heads over from the outside of the firelight's edge. "Ladies!" He says brightly. "I do hope I'm not interrupting, but we have another new face looking to pay respects to the Courtly Sovereigns. This is Rich - Ah, definately one of yours, Circe. I could feel it through the winds." He waves an arm towards the large man.

[Richard Price]

Three of four had already arrived, the Dread King mentions. As he confirmed, the bitter cold and shining lights of the northern skies which had caught his attention before were of the winter monarch; and here in front of him was the Lord of Autumn. That led to the final conclusion in Rich’s mind, that the gentle breeze of spring which had been brushing up against the pressure of his own mantle must have been that of the third monarch. Rich did however note that the Winter Queen was with the summer courtier he had briefly met at the bar.

Rich of course would take up the offer of following the lord to meet the winter queen, and as they approached he would greet Sasha accordingly, offering a small bow to the Winter monarch, ”A pleasure to finally meet the Onyx Queen during her reign.”

There were two things that caught the large man’s attention as he quickly stood up. Your’s?. As he stood his full height at six foot eight he was likely looking down at the three who stood around him, and the Winter Queen began to defer to the summer courtier.

”I believe there has been a lack of communication at play here.” Heat flooded the area, cutting through the chill of winter for a moment, but the pressure could be felt pulsing off the large man. He was keeping a smile, but there were definitely some things that needed clearing up.

”Firstly I would like to emphasize I am sworn to the Crimson Court, and have pledged to no one here yet. I wouldn’t exactly say I am anyone’s, but sometimes we mix our words.” He was all smiles, it could be anyone’s mistake. He turned to Circe now, as the puzzle pieces fell into place about what was being implied.

”Now, sweet summer child. The King of Autumn mentioned you were a member of my court. I believe the first impression was already squandered, so is there anything you would wish to clarify for me?”

Was this a case of lordlings playing in the frontier? He hadn’t thought Sacramento would be so wild. He was willing to guess there had been a breakdown of the ramparts. However he did not want to assume that his first interaction with the claimed head of summer had been the poor example he remembered it as.