Exegesis, still holding the hat box, falls in line behind Cole, but then pauses as the glass begins to move.
(2019) Spring Coronation
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Exegesis, still holding the hat box, falls in line behind Cole, but then pauses as the glass begins to move.
Inside the box was a metal flower that glowed a warm orange color, like Summer itself. It was readily apparent the creation was hedgespun; the colors were slowly, gently shifting as the seasons went, the flower starting to show pockets of a beautiful golden glow as Spring came about, glowing even brighter in the hands of such a powerful spring mantle.
"It's got no other fancy tricks besides that- just figured it'd make a better impression than ah... Last time... And wanted to put something out there to say I'm willing to do stuff for the freehold?"
Cole smiled, a tad nervous. At the end of the day, this could just be seen as a glorified mood-season ring; but it was only the tip of what Cole might be able to accomplish. It was also pretty... Which was good right?
His gun-buddy was at it again. He gave an aside her way.
"You could probably make a joke about me and heated metal? Er... Because they're... Hot? And then something about forging blades?..."
The two springs were rather attractive- YEAH, they were hot; the metalflesh doubted anyone could deny that. Just not the kind of scene he was used to. And his jokes were terrible. Mostly because he was nervous, biting his lip and waiting for a reason to either smile again or grab a satyr and start the process of forgetting the day every happened.
"Welcome back, then, and thank you. I'm glad to hear you'll be remaining. Your... hospitality when first we met was truly appreciated," the Chatelaine said, indirectly referencing her kindness while he was a pile of sobs. "Some things have changed since you left, it seems. A quiet Winter, blessedly so." A nod over to Richard Price. "A new King of Wrath rises in preparation for their next Season, it seems. And, of course, this." He lifted his tankard of... punch. What had really made the difference, perhaps, was Hedge booze. "This is stellar. Queen Ingrid has truly outdone herself in the alcohol department today."
Because if you were going to be a drinker, you might as well drink the primo shit.
"Tell me, Ms. Bloom. What is your desire for this evening?"
Keen eyes found the... well. Apparently, Fawkes had a way with glass...
Stray
Freya's smile remains as Maxwell J. Pierce thanks her and gives her the summary of the happenings during her absence. The avian gaze of Mother Talons finds Richard Price as he is mentioned by her current company, committing his face to memory. However, her visage returns to the Onyx as he compliments the punch.
"It is pleasing to hear you are enjoying it," she offers, "Tonight is a night of celebration, after all."
Then the harpy-woman finds her head tilting at the Wizened's question. Unsure what to make of it, the Hunterheart chooses to dig deeper, a sly expression dancing along her features.
"Before I answer I'm curious to hear what you might think my desire is, Mr. Pierce," she says, her voice soft and subtle as her face edges closer, eyes wide and waiting for his answer.
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However, unknown to the Beast, her curiosity comes off as far too eager to make the effort truly persuasive. She was not going to persuade any information that Maxwell did not wish to impart.
Eventually, the commotion at the bar gets Freya's attention. The gaze lingers on Fawkes for awhile before Mother Talons determines that the Elemental seems to have things under control. He was not a subtle man. If he needed help, he would ask.
A vague look of amusement crossed the tipsy Chatelaine's greyscale face. "Certainly nothing so bawdy as others," he replied with a glance to the monkey and her remarkable... openness. Wait. Were the glasses hovering? He stared at them a long moment along with Freya. He gave a meaningful look at Fawkes along with a raise of his eyebrow before he returned his attention to the Spring Courtier before him.
Which worked well, really, to distract from the fact that her face had been coming closer to his. How awkward it would have been to have had to shut her down. He was, after all, married in his heart. He still wore the ring on his left hand, a golden promise to the beloved dead.
"I'm no expert on the subject of desire any more, Ms. Bloom. But if I had to hazard a guess, I would say that at the very least, you seek to promote desire in others. Music calls to the heart and soul, bringing it out into the wind to dance."
He shrugged, and let a self-deprecating smile cross his face.
"Or perhaps I merely no longer have the touch for reading others that I once did."
"Oh my gosh! Thats beautiful!"
The Sovereign's cry echoed across the tavern as, with trembling hand, she lifted the hedgespun flower and held it before her.
"I have nothing to compensate you for your efforts," she continued solemnly.
Greed and awe warred across her face. Very carefully, the Vernal Sovereign manoeuvred the flower into place within her hair. When that did not seem to work, she gently fastened the object to her shoulder.
"We thank you for this gift, Cole Volker." The formality of her voice trembled, barely keeping in check her delight. Her eyes, narrowing, smouldered as they continued to linger on the Metalflesh.
Moving sedately, the Spring Sovereign made to show off her gift. The action was more than simple happiness - she was surveying the wonderful chaos with her hobs playing and prancing about; the action at the bar; the quiet ones playing wall flower; the clusters milling around the floor.
And Fawkes Krakenbox preparing a Contract of some kind. Ingrid paused, demonstrating commanding poise as she did. Her gaze, still smouldering, still narrow, was now drawn to the Summer Elemental. Her lips quirked into a small smile. But the Emerald Sovereign did not deign to support the Onyx action. She shook her head; a ver slight, carefully contrived action meant for Fawkes alone.
Last edited by Ingrid; Apr 2nd, 2019 at 04:23 AM. Reason for Edit: formatting
Sonnie, at the bar with Seraphina, Filomina and Rhodes, was examining some of the alcoholic glass containers when they began to float in the air. The monkey Beast blinked her eyes in surprise, watching as a bottle of rum floated up out of her hand. She seemed confused, delighted and frustrated at the same time.
"Hey, come back here! I wanna drink you! Naughty booze!" The short woman reached for the flying glassware, but they were slightly out of her reach, even on her tipey-toes. She made a soft growling sound and started climbing onto the bar for better height.
The Steepscrambler did, however, pause to see the beautiful gift Cole presented to Ingrid. Standing on the bar, she admired the flower with wide eyes. "Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"
So shiny.
" Fawkes ! " John yelled with an uncharacteristic degree of seriousness. "Put the glass down gently! There's good booze here!"
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Date Action Roll Result 2019-04-02 17:56:57 John rolls 1 to Serious Voice [Presence -1 Expression untrained] (10 Again, Chance) 10, 9 1 success
Cole scratched the back of his head and gave a laugh that did nothing to hide how relieved he felt. The flowers on his temporary form blushed and bloomed a tad, and the metal-petal-flesh smiled. Wait. Shit. What was the correct response to a compliment from a queen!? think think think think thi-
"Such a' wonderful gathering from such a wonderful host is more than compensation enough. You've every reason to be proud of what ya have here. And I'm happy to be a part... of...it."
The words slowed faded as the glasses shook. Glass. Fawkes. shit. Cole didn't know if he should intervene- The Spring Queen seemed to be taking steps. But... Circe had helped call Cole into line when he was about to make a huge mistake. Maybe a few words...
"Lad, this is Spring's gathering. Joy in abundance. Revelry. And more importantly, it's their party- allow them to get a handle on it. If they need us to step in... We will. But not yet. Do ya need to get outside for a moment? I could use some air myself."
Ingrid was the host, but Fawkes was a Summer. The answer to "who's supposed to handle this" was in the air as far as Cole knew. But Summer took care of their own, same as any court.
Fawkes is a Jedi!
"Ooooh, well that's one way ta cut off alcohol after last call," Circe quipped though she'd no idea what Fawkes was doing. Leave Contracts to the would be wizards. She could guess it was either the liquid or the glass being manipulated. Nobody here looked watery, so logic said it was Fawkes. Instead of confronting Fawkes she shouted, "Sonja! That drink may be too light for ya!"
Oh, looks like Ingrid was a little irked. Maybe Cole can cheer her up? Circe patted Cole on the shoulder, "Great work man. Awesome flower fer the Queen of Spring. I'd say yer doin' fine. Imma check on the rest of the Irons. I mean I'm either the Quartermistress or Sun Tongue," she looks to Ingrid with a shrug, "Ain't sure which yet. Could be bolth. You," she turns to Cole, "Keep having fun. I'm sure Ingrid or Sonny will ensure it."
Smiling, the fiery dressed Summer make a beeline for Fawkes, "Having a bit of magical fun aren't ya." Her tone is friendly but she is eying the Elemental.
Fawkes' mood 2 Suxx
She tries to gauge how he is feeling before asking, "Springin' inta the event are we? I'm curious ta the cause, though I doubt Springs mind a bit o' harmless fun." Circe was curious as to why Fawkes did it. It was not an attack and so didn't violate the rules. More a party trick really. Speaking of tricks, "Before I forget ta mention it, that trick'd help ya if ya ever take up juggling. Also, ya cool Fawkes?"