Freya remains at her perch until the need to assist comes. Then she slides to the group and listens to Titania's instructions.
"I can help with the planting," she affirms, "Or I can invest some glamour. Whichever you need."
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Freya remains at her perch until the need to assist comes. Then she slides to the group and listens to Titania's instructions.
"I can help with the planting," she affirms, "Or I can invest some glamour. Whichever you need."
"Why not both?", she asks. Her hands on her hips and a warm smile plastered over her face, "piercing the pods with one of your beautiful feathers dipped in a lil bit of glamour. I'm curious about the results, a marvelous pattern, perhaps?"
Finished with the hanging decorations, Sonnie was now dangling over Titania, upside down, with her tail keeping a solid grip overhead. She grinned widely at the Bright One, "So what's this about Tide Pods? You're not supposed to eat those, you know. Can I see one?" The Chinese-American Beast made grabby hands towards the British Fairest, obviously curious about the magic thingamabobs. "Pretty please? I won't break it! I'll be your best friend!"
Sonnie's negotiating skills seem to have never risen above the schoolyard level.
She listens to the talk of the pods, not sure how she could help yet. So she watches and will help where needed.
Amused eyes watch Sonnie hanging upside down, grabbing for the pods. "Best let her see one Titania." she says with a grin.
Flipping through a catalog while holding one of the spheres, Exegesis adds, "I'm willing enough to donate the glamor, but I don't know much about the local traditions. What's the tone of this gathering going to be like? I can't imagine it will be too somber, but should I expect something formal, loud, boisterous, bawdy, elegant, what?... ew, silken green curtains..."
Freya regards Titania with wide eyes, though it wasn't like she could change that. Her avian orbs were naturally so. However, the harpy woman's brows perked in obvious surprise at the Fairest's suggestion.
Still, she had little else to offer. She could lend some glamour to their efforts, for she had a ready supply. And perhaps enduring the pain to come would allow Freya to help create something that had a piece of herself. It would be worth it help her Family. That was all that mattered.
Thus, the Hunterheart gritted her teeth and moved to pluck on of her feathers away, choosing one from her ample mane. With a grunt of obvious pain, she succeeded, though some blood now began to fill the now empty follicle on her scalp. The Beast then looked to the feather, even as some of her blood trickled.
Amber eyes again found Titania, a small smile on Freya's lips.
"May I see one of the orbs, Titania?" she said, her tone calm and soft, even as the crimson trail halted just a short distance from its origins on her forehead.
"Oh", the Tellurian covers her mouth, taken aback by the Beast's display of bravery. She didn't expect it to get so bloody or to hurt, otherwise she wouldn't have asked for such a sacrifice. Soon her instincts take over. A whiff of glamour, but the clause fizzles in her throat. The second time however, she pours her whole being into it and the miracle occurs.
Quickly, like a prodigy, the folds of the wound seal shut. First a bruise, then leaving a small mark that just disappears a second after, no trace of the sacrifice is left."It's all good. Thank you", she says cradling the feather in her hands like it was the reliquary of a Saint, barely containing a tear of commotion.
With the feather in her hands, she takes one of the blue spheroidal crystals from the bag, handing it to Sonja. "They are not for eating! Don't you dare do like those silly children in those jest videos. I won't cure your stomachache!", she scolds. Well they could be, had the monkey been listening, she would have known the seed carried the potential for a hedgenana. One of her orbs is dangerously close to the monkey's butt.
"Hmm, Queen Ingrid is elegant, she's also a bit taciturn. She doesn't shy away from partying however. Right?", she looks expectantly at Seraphina, of the lot, she's the one who knows Ingrid the most.
Two green pods, this time are handed to Freya and Seraphina.
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"Squee!" she laughs and accepts the offered pod. "I'm not going to eat it. I'm well aware that most of the flora in the Hedge can kill you. But thank you for thinking so little of my intelligence." That last sentence was dripping with sarcasm.
As Sonnie examined the orb, while still hanging from the ceiling, she answered Exegesis, "Party is kinda classic Spring, I guess. Green and lush and fun! Eating, drinking, dancing! Winter was all dignified, but we're gonna give the freehold a chance to cut loose!"
The monkey started to juggle the blue pod, tossing it from hand to hand with expert skill. "So, if these things turn into furniture, we can influence what they become with... samples of our bodies?" She nodded towards Freya's feather. "If I stick some of my tail hairs into this one, will it turn into a big furry chair?"
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As she was about to answer Exegesis, she saw out of the corner of her eye Freya's actions.
Sapphires were wide as the feather was removed and the blood appeared. But then Titania fixed it. She was clearly more advanced in that study than Sera was, and it was good to know.
Blinking a few times, "I'm sorry." she says with a laugh, "The first Coronation I was a part of we had a Luau at the Blue Note. The second was here, in the Tavern, but it was more subdued. To be honest, I can see her being a bit of everything. She strikes me as the type who can party, but who also knows when to tone it down. So no, she doesn't shy away from it, and is, like you say, classy. I expect a party with a bit of everything!" cause now they had the numbers and the space.
She accepts the green pod, looking to Titania, "What would you like me to do? Plant it and put some of my Glamour into it? I'm willing and able to do that." though if she wanted the Nix to pull a scale off, well, that might be a problem.
Looking up to Sonnie, "Question. Do you like, wear a body suit to stop your shirt from going over your head and flashing us all?" her voice playful, her smile coy.