Hollowkeeping

[Exegesis Agarwal]

"It's not really furniture, but I was thinking of making a vernal wreath."

The court symbols from the book that take the form of wreathes, do those exist in-world? Like if a character saw one would they recognize it?

"Huh," Exegesis said while ze looks through the catalog, "a venus flytrap loveseat."
Looking around the room, "Now where should it go?"

[Titania]

Sonja's words fall on deaf ears as she tries hard to not stare at the Monkey's back... parts. "Hmm, yes", she says referencing Sera's words, "a stronger push for public decency would be much appreciated", a suggestion which, of course, she already knows is going to be ignored. They're the Spring Court after all.

"So... green, entertaining but elegant", she looks back up to Sonja, "maybe not a a fur chair, but a fluffy sofa, or one of those extra-large fluffy play rugs?"
She turns to the androgynous Fairest, "the flytrap is a brilliant idea, right by the corner just in case um...", her cheeks flush red, "somebody might need a bit of privacy".
"I was thinking about a throne. Huge, green, designed like the tail of a peacock", she says brushing a thumb against Freya's feather.
"Exactly", she replies to Seraphina, "but first you need to visualize what you desire the most, like we did through those dream lessons back then"

@Exegesis Agarwal We probably could

[Sonnie Wu]

The monkey girl grinned at Seraphina in response to her question, "Nope. I'm not much for modesty, so i don't care much if my wardrobe malfunctions. If it makes you feel better, I did wear a bra today."

Hearing no direct answer coming from Titania, Sonnie merely shrugged and inspected the orb again, while listening to the Bright One's words to Ferya.

"Hmmmm... what do I want the most? Besides eating ice cream? Or Chris Hemsworth? Or eating ice cream off of Chris Hemsworth's belly?" she pondered the idea while passing the pod to one of her feet.

[Seraphina]

There was a sly smile which turned into a smirk, “Depends what you consider public decency. Clothes, words, public displays of affection?”

Nodding as she listens to the talk of chairs and rugs, she thinks a moment. What did the Tavern need?

The Treasured couldn’t help but giggle as Titania’s cheeks flushed. This one would be too easy to poke at.

“What I desire the most?” that was a good question. The one thing she desired the most she couldn’t put into the orb, that desire was being taken care of. “That’s a good question.” The Nix looked thoughtful, looking at the orb.

Glancing up to Sonnie, the grin returned, “Oh, I wasn’t worried about it. Could take the bra off if you wanted to. I know after wearing the damn things all day it feels good to take them off.” She adds with a wink.

Looking back to Titania, “What about lighting? Some nice soft, romantic lights. Ones that don’t burn too bright, but give just enough light to see the face of the one you hold most dear?”

[Freya]

Freya just stares at the orb in her hands.

What Mother Talons desires most is not something the orb can provide. Not really. However, she understands what Titania actually means. What does Freya most desire the orb to become? She doesn't know exactly, but she wants to help.

Latching onto the idea of a throne Freya perks up.

"Right! Okay..." she says, "So I just picture that and REALLY feel it. Then I infuse the glamour and... that'll work?"

It was clear the matronly Beast was a bit confused about how she was supposed to get the orb to work. Glamour could be a dangerous thing if one was unsure about what they were doing. Better safe than sorry.

[Titania]

"As if she needed anymore ideas", she comments on the exchange between Sonja and Sera, "I'm sure a married man like Mister Hemsworth would opine against such lascivious tendencies", how did she know? Well, can't blame her for being up-to date with ehm, stuff "relevant" to her own interests. Anatomy, yes! "Jason Mom...", a faux pas, "Ahem, yes, let's get back to work", she abruptly stopped herself and steered the topic away from the minefield.
"Romantic is good", she nodded to Sera's proposal, "my wisps will assist", she said as a dozen of assorted cuboids and spheroids circled the Siren, "see, that you follow Lady Sera's command to the letter", she ordered them. "As you say, the suffused lights will set the mood, create the right atmosphere. But let's see to also pack something a bit more lively. For the really unruly spirits", she turns to Sonnie, "you wouldn't want to miss the moment somebody's bra comes flying off. Assuming she'd have the decency of wearing one, that's it", a playful smirk spread across her face as she talked.

"Yes", she replied to Freya as she went for one of the filled watering cans, "infuse your glamour in the water, express your desire, unleash your imagination and then sprinkle the capsule. Pick it with something", she said handing the Avian Mother her own feather, "if you want something truly egregious".

[Sonnie Wu]

Her tail released it's grip from the rafters, and Sonnie dropped lightly to the floor, with practiced balance, on her hands. She rolled into a sitting position and held up the pod she had, held firmly but gently, in the long toes of her left foot. "Mmm, yes. Jason Momoa is not married. Good choice, Starlight! What flavor ice cream would you like to lick off his abs?"

She passed the orb to her hands and turned it over idly, "You and I have different definitions of decency, but I do wear a bra. Sometimes. When I remember. I mean, when you spend god-knows-how-long in an Arcadian Jungle, living as just a monkey, clothes tend to lose their sense of importance. Stuff like food, sleep and avoiding predators tops your list of priorities, you know?"

The simian Beast watched Freya intently, curious as to how this pod magic would work.

[Exegesis Agarwal]

Taking hold of an orb, Exegesis walks over to the bar and fills a glass, then walks to the back corner. Placing the ball on the ground and crouching by it, ze holds up the pitcher ceremoniously.

"We may not have it all together, but together we can have it all. May our entanglements be glorious, our merriment riotous, and our drink dolorous".

[Freya]

Uncertain, but sure Freya took the orb and gazed at it intently. Moving to one of the buckets described, she'd reach deep, infusing the waters as instructed with a bit of her Glamour.

Then, as Titania had suggested, Freya dipped her recently liberated feather into the reservoir, tracing it through the contents in a slow, graceful circle as she pulled an image to her mind: A throne.

Fit for the Queen and with elements of you.

Taking the feather, Freya drew in and then released a final breath before piercing the pod.

Then she placed the orb on the ground to let it do it's thing.

Feather and orb became one. The merged form began to grow, at first a globby thing before tendrils and vines, green with youth, began to sprout, lifting the ongoing metamorphosis into the air on sturdy legs as Freya's vision began to take shape. Next came the cushion, a lovely thing of brown down, not unlike the soft feathers beneath the stronger feathers of Mother Talon's own head dress. Sturdy, elegant chair arms framed the seat and the back finally grew. Rising, the throne finally gave way to its greatest feature: a strong plume of dark, sturdt feathers akin to the very one that had helped in its creation. However, each saw themselves shocket with colors of the season. Bands of emerald green, gold, and even pale blues saw themselves manifest the thrones generous, erect mane.

And Freya watched it all, standing with an expression of pure wonder as she made something tangible. Something her family could use. Wonder gave way to a strong sense of pride as the Beast beamed, a taloned finger reaching up to rub away a single joyful tear as the Hunterheart gave a happy sniff.

Sorry for the delay I was unsure if I was up.

[Titania]

Keep calm, Eleanor. Ignore her, don't let that ninny rascal get under your skin. Focus. Think of Jason. Dash it! Mint chocolate chip How did that rampallian of a monkey get in here?
She bit her lips, trying to calm the storm rampaging inside. What should she reply? "You might be a beast but you're not an animal? Lose that and you let them win?" Sonnie had shared an important and potentially painful detail of her Durance, the Fairest acknowledged that. So she decided to show her respect by IGNORING it. Yes, the monkey had won this one, again.
"Hmpf", she muffled, faking upset, "you'll see when you grow old and saggy"

Exegesis' seed was slowly gestating, but it was Freya's portentous creation that delighted her eyes, sending her swelling and gushing with glamour and wonder. Had her wisps gotten limbs, they would have no doubt clapped, but until the day they acquired ambulatory capabilities, they'd have to be content with just circling the throne and shining brightly over the handsome creation. Some, even ventured as far as brushing against the cushion. The Fairest on her part, flipped on her feet doing a pirouette and then clapping cheerfully like a kid high on sugars, "Spiffing. Brilliant. Worthy of a Queen", she said, burying her face in the Hen's mother plumage, in a hug.