(2019) Spring Coronation

[Sonnie Wu]

"I can agree with that assessment!" she nodded with Sera over the topic of how hot Circe looked. Then Titania arrived and Sonnie grinned in a naughty manner. "Oh my! Someone is at risk of spilling out of their dress!" She waved at the Telluric with a laugh.

The monkey's attention span was as short as usual, and she eyed Richard Price curiously. "Who dat? I seen him before but I never spoke to him."

The appearance of Rhodes behind Seraphina also got her attention. She cleared her throat and smiled at the Nix, pointing her gaze towards the Autumn King.

[Exegesis Agarwal]

Dodging pixies and boggarts, and a satyr's unflattering attentions, and making hir way toward Abraham, Exegesis tried to quickly interject a question without being too much of a distraction.

Typhuzuzu13, would it be alright if Exegesis entered the other thread? I understand you intended it to be private, so I'd understand if you said no.

[Circe]

Circe's right eyebrow and ear raised, "Unexpected places? My my my, yer mind goes ta the most interesting places Sonny oh ho ho ho ho!" Yes Circe had heard of it as the Internet while a source of profit was inundated with porn. As for her comment on Titania's attire Circe nodded but tapped her chin, "My sweet monkey queen, da ya say that as a hopeful warning for or against her modesty?"

Then she noticed Richard, strutting in like his jacket's logo. Was it intentional? Or Circe's mind playing tricks? Oh wait. Richie was being kinda socially meek so her mind. She shakes her head, "Jacket like that demands a strut. And now," Circe gives a smile and wave to Fawkes in greeting upon his arrival "Summer full represents!" She then looked back to Sonnie, "The officer and Summer is Richard Price. Does anybody want an introduction? Fair warning, he got my Mantle beat. He looks ta be good king Richard. Fingers crossed he does better then the original."

Circe's face grows into a smile as she catches sight of John Doe. Her lips purse to blow out a whistle before turning back to those around her, "I would have some questions fer Spring about the hobs ya invited. Quite diplomatic work that. Plus it could help on a lil' project of Summers," she looks at Seraphina, then Sasha and Rhodes, "Just a lil' heads up but Cole and I are thinkin' of a expedition ta canvas the local Hedge. If the courts want ta represent too," Circe smiles as she raises her hands in a shrug, "I won't say no ta extra hands."

[Seraphina]

She felt the chill race down her spine as the breeze made her dress dance around her legs. A knowing smile spears on her lips as she feels the hand on her hip.

Her head turns to take in the Autumn King, a happiness glimmering in her eyes, “Think so? Why thank you King Rhodes.” She says with a bow of her head. “Though I must say, you are looking quite handsome and dashing in that suit!” she purred, sapphires taking him in. A hand reaches out to gently touch the material on his forearm. There was something different, his flowers brighter, his hair seemed to have stems and leaves. But it was very striking on him. “How’ve you been?” she asks, curious and sincere.

Her attention then turns to Titania, a little surprised by the revealing outfit. But there was no denying how beautiful she looked.! “Wow! She looks amazing though!” she gushed. “Maybe I came overdressed.” She jokes with a laugh. “I saw him at the Winter gathering, but never got to speak with him either.” Maybe she’d get to meet him tonight.

Catching the smiling from Sonnie, she winks.

Wait, the guy was the Monarch for Summer? What happened? Wasn’t Circe the Monarch? She didn’t seem mad about it, but it was still new.

“Well, I’m not sure if Spring should share it’s secrets.” She teases Circe. “But if you’re venturing into the Hedge, I’d love to join.”

[Fawkes]

Fawkes listened intently to the conversation, watching Circe and Seraphina discuss Hedge diving. He had not met the woman made of stardust and faraway vistas, nor the other two nominated monarchs. Fairest were rarely his speed, and it showed in his previous failed attempts to speak with Sasha while she remained the Ascended Sovereign. The mannequin palms the flower into his pocket for safe keeping after satisfied with his examination.

The Hobbs appeared the take the hint and provided a wider breadth after the third baleful stare. His need to throw his weight around had given him some semblance of stability in the first couple of months. Now that he answered to a Monarch more his speed and had more than one Pledge on the go with a screening of prominent members, he noticeably stepped back. Direction evaporated under the sheer number of moving bodies, without any obvious focus for him to mirror. He never moves far from the door, considering it as he palms his cigarette tin.

Fawkes clearly has no idea what to do at a normal party.

[Cole Volker]

Feel free BunniRabbi.

[Ingrid]

Drums! Trumpets! Chanting! Laughter! The Vernal Sovereign rides from the Hedge! Carried aloft on a wooden throne by a second band of hobs. The Queen of the Emerald Court wares a low cut, elegant, dress woven from dreams itself. As in keeping with the theme, the dress is green. The ruff collar that flaps discordantly around her neck is of a darker green hue. Even her hair, customarily black, has been dyed the colour of fresh leaves. On the horns the Antler Crown are black and shadowy, pulled from the eldritch nature of her Darkling kith.

Ingrid is laughing as she rocks back and forth on her unsteady cortege.

The cavalcade reaches the Tavern... And proceeds into farce as the hobs try - unsuccessfully - to get the elevated Queen through the door. The third attempt ends in a raucous mess - a pile of limbs and bodies by the door. The hollow quakes with the impact and silence falls.

Ingrid is still laughing as he hauls herself upright (the hobs crawling to the food filled tables in the glade.

In the quiet, the Darkling adjusts her bodice and rakes back a length of hair that had fallen over her face.

"Well... Look at [I]me!"[/I] Ingrid, Queen of Spring, says as elegantly as she can. "I can see people have already begun so I declare this Coronation feast open." She lifted her other hand in a vague benediction.

"You honour us with your presence. My Court welcomes you to our Tavern. So... You know... Eat. And stuff."

[Yumyumcrow]

"Um. Uh. Yeah."

Angus is spent, having held off the initial assault of the inebriated hobs.

"Just. Help me get the drinks ready before they come back..."

Poor Angus, overstretched, flustered, and now gazing openly at Ingrid as she pulls herself from the floor and dusts herself off.
John Doe ErlangShen

[Titania]

"Hmpff", she arrogantly mumbled, shyly tilting her head to the side to hide her embarrassment at hearing the naughty Capuchin's salacious remarks. She should have stuck with something a lot more casual, like she did for the Winter Coronation, but again, her dress was so pretty.
She looked around, taking mental note of the party-goers. No, not the hobs, or the satyrs and the nymphs currently making Angus' life a nightmare, those were more a toll the hedge levied on them for the celebration, but her own peers.
The gentlemen were all so dapper and sharp in their outfits, Lady Sir Exegesis cut a striking figure, reminding her of an Ancient Roman, she had joined Sir Abe clad in a dashing blazer as he was. The Knight had tried to impart some order into the orchestra to no avail. Closed the group Sir Cole the weapon-smith - who looked a lot more flowery than the last time she had seen him - an unlikely ensemble if there ever was one.
The Autumn King was as sharp as ever, and the two Winters orbiting the alcohol bowl surely were no less.
She spotted two unknown faces. A gentlemen, whom for some reason she instantly associated with the name Othello, elegant even if a bit unorthodox in the details marring his outfit. A stark contrast with the classical fit the Winter by the punchbowl was sporting, the Bright One noted. And another man, stiff as a board, probably as embarrassed by large crowds as she was.

The girls however were the real treat. Paying heed to Queen Ingrid's request, they had made a few concessions to the Season, each one of them mindful of interpreting the protocol in their own ways. So much, that the Fairest had a hard time discerning mundane from hedgespun.
Seraphina, gorgeous as ever, had opted for a classical more conservative fit. Sonja's had gone the opposite, leaving very little to the imagination. If she had to put naughtiness on a scale, the Telluric would say her own dress sat comfortably between the two opposites. It was Sonja's though the one to asymptotically reach for the ten.
The blonde ballerina who had been entertaining herself with sir Abe until a minute earlier was a far shot from the glacial look she had sported through the previous coronation. Queen Sasha was a lot more livelier.
Queen Circe fiery as ever, both in attire and in behavior, was an eye candy of blazing jewels and flames. She had found a complicit partner in the monkey. Always scheming, those two.
Finally Lady Freya. Simple but elegant, the peahen needed nothing else than her marvelous plumage to shine.

The Fairest makes her way to the table. Leaving her pochette on the table, she starts helping Angus and Sir John with their hob woes, ready to serve the party-goers their drinks.
That's when Queen Ingrid makes her entrance, rather crashes the party with a loud bang, as a torrent of famelic hobs make their way to the tables. The Bright One stares at the scene, mouth agape, worried both about their Queen and the structural integrity of their little tavern. All around the room has fallen eerily quiet. Then Ingrid lifts herself up with an exhilarating laugh, adjusts the Crown of Spring and shadow atop her head, dusts her gorgeous green dress woven in the ethereal stuff of dreams, and with whatever elegance she can muster given the circumstances, officially declares the celebration open. A bit unorthodox, but yet so fun. The Telluric cheers.