(2019) Spring Coronation

[Cole Volker]

Cole bites his lip and nods. He did want to party, but he had to... er... Deliver something first. Or discuss the delivery of something. And Abraham seemed the most suited to advise the up-and-starting Freehold Smith on how to do that. But first, so many people seemed quite surprised at his trick- knight included.

"It seemed appropriate, given the theme- metal and flowers don't seem to mix as well. And I admit I'm rather comfortable changing to suit. Seems fitting a forgemaster forges himself."
Cole leaned in, hoping the throng of hobbes would mask his words.

"I have a private matter to discuss- I made something, for the season's Queen. I was... Hoping for advice on how I may present such a thing?"
The flower-flesh gestured towards an emptier spot in the throng, or maybe a more private room, and proceeded to make his way. Bag in hand.

He did indeed wish to discuss the gift. Among other things...

Cole moves here

[Sonnie Wu]

With a giggle, Sonnie performed a slow, elaborate twirl for Seraphina, almost ballerina-like, showing off her leafy outfit to her fellow Spring. "Ta-DAAAA! But dayum, girl! What about your threads? Sweet gams! I'm so glad we made these dresses!"

At the sound of Circe's voice, the Beast turned and smiled at the Summer Queen. She could only shrug and laugh, "I dunno. I'm still not sure if I need to water this dress like a houseplant. Mostly I'm just hoping these vines don't creep into unexpected regions, if you know what I mean."

Everybody knows what you mean, Sonnie.

[Richard Price]

Despite all that transpired this was not the time for Summer to celebrate, as instead it was time for the passing of the crown from Winter to Spring, sorrow to desire, the past to the future. While celebrations of the Onyx Court were somber, the Emerald Court was a lively affair, and upon first inspection as he entered the hollow, the newly minted Summer Monarch was not disappointed.

The tavern was alive with a magical staff that hopped about and provided hospitality one came to expect from the Spring Court’s annual festivities - such was the case even where Rich was from.The environment was spacious, yet plenty roomy to have a party and gave a delightfully feel of fantasy and frolic. The courtiers representing the Court of Desire did nothing to hamper that feeling either.

A bard in a mermaid coat was an absolute charm. The woman Rich had seen with the Autumn King wore a spectacularly ornate dress that made anyone who looked make a double take. While not Spring, the same could be said of the Onyx Queen who was passing her role as sovereign this night. Sonnie’s hedgespun ensemble was fantastic and fun, just like herself. Another he had yet to meet he caught finishing a display of leather flowers, and while they had a different style it no doubt indulged in the theme. A second woman he hadn’t seen at any of the court events with guitar in two also fit the image presented to a tee. Spring was a wonderful season was it not?

What of Summer though, did they represent? Fawkes listened and saw Mr. Nancy, it showed as it would continue to. He cleaned up well. Circe decided to turn up the heat it seemed, to such a degree it almost made the ogre chuckle. Cole, once recognized, seemed to be considerably underdressed compared to most. If his desire was to dress casually than there was no better place than the coronation of desire. Greenface was an interesting theme though, but thankfully not as offensive as its more mortal comparisons.

But what if the Crimson King? Well first thing was first, the six foot eight ogre did all he could to make a subtle entrance, not possessing the models grace that Circe did to pull off any sort of pose, nor the quiet magnetism of the ever stone faced Fawkes. That being said this Iron Spear was not one to simply scoff at the idea of a nice night out.

Rich’s outfit was anchored by a wonderfully over the top jacket, the centerpiece of his own outfit. His undershirt was a soft lilac - with a hint of blue - to match the center of the inner spiral on the coat, while his light red pants was a nice blend with the red of the coat. He satisfied the green requirement with the large splash of peacock and floral art, and further so with a pair of jade studs in his ears and a gold ring with a large green stone on his left hand. Oh, and he had shoes you know.

While attempting to slip in with little fuss he sought out a drink first foremost. It was Spring, and that wasn’t hard. Having maneuvered through the hobb and the initial greetings those who had already arrived were sharing the ogre got himself something light and whimsical to begin the night.

The last thing Rich checked before he fully eased into the mindset of a party was check the pocket in his jacket, ensuring the envelopes were still there. Thumbing through them as he counted it seemed to match the number in his head, so he was all set to go.

May the party begin.

[Seraphina]

And then people began to flood the Tavern! A smile and waved was offered to anyone who looked her way.

Seeing Fawkes come in, she smiles bigger. He was a nice guy. And that suit? Looking good!

Turning back to Sonnie, she claps, “Simply stunning! Fits you perfectly!” she gushed honestly. At the mention of her own dress, she also twirls, the front of the dress lifting higher than the back, a bit more leg and thigh shown, but she didn’t seem to notice. “Thank you! Spring is the best dressed in the room!” obvious proud of her Season.

She had to laugh at Sonnie’s talk of the vines, “Well, I hope they buy you dinner or a drink first.” She says with a wink.

Spotting Circe, and feeling the dry heat from her, she grins, “Wow! What a beautiful dress! You look amazing! And hot!” she adds with a giggle.

The crowd was looked at again, the one face she wanted to see not seen yet.

[Titania]

She couldn't believe they had managed to pull this off in less than a week. But again, never doubt the Spring Queen and the power of a few well placed bribes presents, to the hobs after all, hedge harvest and syrup was tantamount to honey for bears.

She had to admit though - swelling with pride - they had outdone themselves. The decorations were flawless, from the greenery they had corralled from the Hedge itself, to the soft sensory chairs nurtured with their own glamour, and the bowl of everlasting punch, that was the cherry on top.
And the lights, her wisps had provided the spark but Sera's gold had acted as fuel, while it was only thanks to Sonnie's and Freya agility that they had managed to mount them so aptly. Of course the newest additions to their court had provided plenty of engineering talent.
The Fairest makes her entrance followed by a trail of wisps, smiling at Angus, and nodding at the banquet of delicacies they had grown themselves in their small garden.
She's a bit embarrassed by her dress. Not because she doesn't like it, it's perfect with its glass leaves and flower beads. But her favorite parts are the accessories, she's fond of her star shaped earrings with their pendants shining under her own suffused light like hundred small pieces of a mosaic. The crystal stars engraved on her top are possibly the finest piece of hedgespun tailory she's ever owned. Everything fits nicely... and that's the problem. As breathtaking as her dress might be, the outfit is just too risqué for her usual style, she feels... exposed, exposed and really tight in such places that she thought she was going to asphyxiate. She shouldn't have picked it, but given the amount of care put in its craft she just didn't have the strength to object. Besides when you've had your makeup done explicitly to go with the dress you're wearing, it's too late to go back. One of her wisp brushes against her lightened hair and perches itself atop the pompom covering her right shoulder. She smiles, of course they'd like it. She had personally rearranged the nebulas in her hair so they'd shine brighter.

She plays a bit with the crystal butterflies of her top, straightens her green gown, and finally joins the party.

Springs, since Selena or Yumyumcrow (thank you, whoever did it <3) have stickied the Hollow thread, take note that while we can describe the Tavern, whatever we see here, should be crafted or added in the other thread

[Rhodes]

The door to the Tavern opens and the twisting chill wind of the Dread Lord of Autumn's Mantle rolls through the tavern - more noticeable than some evenings due to the relative warmth and the abundance of flesh exposed by so many of the patrons.

Rhodes has found a deep green suit that complements his lighter-hued eyes - though the unusual cut of the sleeves reveals the broad greenery of the Flowering's own foliage stretching out from the Monarch's forearms and the scarlet plumes at his wrists. The strength of his Wyrd had taken form in his greenery and eyes. His hair seems more laced with stems and leaves, and the red flowers bloom brighter than ever before. His pale skin seems to possess even more growth of those woody stems that now stretch out along the back of his neck and branching gracefully at his temples. His standard Thundercloud coat flows around the Flowering's natural plumes, looking somewhat lighter for the storm they are formed of and wisps trail as he moves.

He looks around the gathered throng, beaming, before spotting the one he most wants to see. Golden tresses face away in a green-gold dress, chatting with Circe and Sonja...

Ice floods through his veins and fear rides through the Fairest's nerves.... the golden curls become scarlet red and the cold, alien eyes of the Eternal Gardener turn to watch Rhodes, lips moving and her echoing voice. She doesn't care, you know. They never care. It's always a leash, a way to make you obey...

Emotions hidden beneath a poker face born of decades of practice, the smile of the Fairest doesn't quite reach his eyes as he moves through the throng of hobs and softly appears behind Seraphina. "Well, don't you look simply stunning, darling?" Rhodes asks over her shoulder, softly into her ear, the smile feeling more natural as he lays an hand gently on her hip.

[Freya]

Freya does what most within her Court likely expect at this point. She watches.

Mother Talons remains present, but decidedly stays on the edge of the growing celebration, maintaining her chosen vigil. Like a wolf watching her cubs explore the environs of a den, Freya observes with a passive alertness. She is relaxed, comforted as she was by the familiar environment of the Tavern.