(2009) Autumn Equinox

[James Turner]

"No worries, happy to have the company." His face scrunched up quizzically at her last statement though, he wasn't sure he'd agree with that assessment as he was far from a party animal. Though he did enjoy unwinding it was usually a lot calmer than what a spring might refer to as a rager. Listening intently to her explanation then the song itself. Listening to the deep lows and swells. It was a haunting piece so it was only fitting and masterfully played.


Setting his drink aside to applaud at the end of the piece, turning back to Anatole. "Good news I think. Don't know much about her yet. Another Onyx though it seems, so that's nice." Small smile at that, thankful to not be the sole representative of Winter anymore.

[Titania]

"Bravo!!!", she claps her hands softly, "What a stupendous performance", she smiles.
"Don't you think?", she asks the monkey.

[Yamiyo Lillich]

Eyes quickly looking back at her own Queen, a simple nod and a kind smile towards her to acknowledge the look. A kind nod towards the Dread lord as the words fade from her ears, her gift delivered now was not the time to bother him further upon this night.

Standing still, watching as Cassandra gets ready to play, smiling kindly towards her as she sets up trying her best to look supportive. Silently listening to the music, trying to take it in, to analyze it and feel the meaning hidden in it. To little avail true, music was not a forte of hers all those long years living in complete silence had robbed her of forming a good bond to music.
Rapidly and eagerly applauding as the song comes to a close "Bravo!" trying to catch the artists eyes and give her a kind nod before turning her attention to the newcomer.

Soft quick steps walking up to Ethan as he were done with his infusal of the wyrdstone.
"Welcome to Sacramento dear Sir, my name is Yamiyo of the spring court. I do hope you shall like it here." Smiling kindly towards him, her eyes only showing kindness "If you need someone to talk to or if I can be of any assistance do not hesitate to search me out I am always here if the freehold needs me even if my skills are limited. Both tonight and for as long as you shall remain in this city."

[Saber Sloth]

In the background of the Artist's performance, the Wyrdstone's rhythm changes, still the pulsating beat, the quiet ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum but it's different enough for those keen eyes and ears can tell the between the heartbeat of Summer and Autumn.

For those already sworn feel the reinforcement of warmth, of acceptance and the certainty of knowing that no one bound by the Wyrdstone is an agent of the Gentry.

As Ethan sacrifices his own Leaden Glamour to artifact, he too feels the same warm acceptance. The certainty of knowing.

Sorry for the late reply but I wanted to make sure this was written in.

Edit: Ethan Walsh can increase his Freehold rating to 1!

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie's response to Titania was delayed. She had been so enthralled by Cassandra's music that it took her a minute to snap her attention back to reality (or something close to it). Blinking her eyes in confusion, she looked at the Bright One. "Uhh, yeah."

The Beast applauded more enthusiastically than her initial response. "Wooo!"

Now, what to do? She looked around the room, waiting a moment to see if the speeches and such were finished. Unsurprisingly, her eyes were drawn towards the food, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips in anticipation.

I wonder if Rhodes included Halloween candy?

One way to find out! RAID!!

The Monkey began quietly slinking towards the buffet table.

[Seraphina]

While there was a part of her that wanted to argue, she knew this was not the place. So she simply nods, conceding.

Her heart beat a little faster as she pulled her closer, her answer in his actions.

As Rhodes addresses the new comer, the Nix remains quiet, a smile and nod offered here and there. But letting Rhodes take center stage, standing just behind his shoulder.

When the music begins, Sera gives Cassandra her attention. Enjoying the music, and giving the appropriate applause before returning her hand to Rhodes arm.

Sapphires watch as people begin to separate into small gatherings.

With the Wyrdstone changing over to Autumn, and the warmth of knowing there was no Loyalists around, she relaxed a little.

Eyes look to Rhodes, “I believe I forgot to mention how handsome you look into your suit. The crown adding a little something extra.” But she thought he always looked handsome. “Anyone you fancy a conversation with?”

[Rhodes]

The Dread Lord watches the performance Cassandra puts forth, closing his eyes and letting the music flow around him. The winds of his mantle die down, but the air remains cool.

As the peise draws to a close, he applaudes politely but keenly, a look of great satisfaction on his face. "Bravo, Miss Reeding. Most wonderful."

The feeling of the Wyrdstone fills him with fire on the inside, a sharp contrast to the chill all around him. The leaves spin back into life.

As Ethan slips away and the gathered Changelings mingle among themselves, Rhodes turns to Sera, sighing happily and beaming proudly at her. "You did, but you do prefer such things to be more in private, my love. And you.... you look so beautiful. Your dress is magnificent. Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves." He sighs, as if disappointed. "If only they remembered how dangerous this all is. Our lives, in the shadows. It seems people miss the point of my address." He sounds almost wistful as he surveys the scene. "I admit, I'm surprised not to see Circe here. I hope she hasn't bitten off more than she could chew somewhere."

He surveys the area again, resting his free hand on the Nyx's that clasps his arm. "Yes... let's move around, shall me?" He heads towards the glowing orbs of the resident Telluric, Sera on arm. "Titania, my dear. So good to see you again; it's been some time. Thank you for coming. You look lovely, as ever." His fingers tighten reassuringly on Sera's. Whatever compliments he gave, there was only one for him.

[Cassandra Reeding]

Cassandra smiles at the applause, the excitement of it giving her just a little surge of energy. Her opalescent skin glows as specks of rainbow colors shimmer, constantly changing. She stands and does a little bow, "Thank you." she says with a gentle voice and then begins to pack her instrument back up. Perhaps it was the nerves, but she was drunk with excitement now.

This is a new start for us. We can be the person we want to be here. That thought excited her; it also frightened her. It meant being constantly aware of how she is presenting herself. Though, was that really much different than how it was before?

She gazes down at her instrument, thanking it for its hard work before she shuts the case. A weird ritual, but something she felt the need to do regardless. She stands up and brings the chair back over to the drinks table where she got it and then picks her drink that John had made her back up. Taking a long sip of it, she gazes around, seeing everyone go off to their own little circles. Yamiyo talking with the new Autumn Courtier now. Seraphina still with Rhodes who is now speaking with Titania. Ram has gone off with Gerrit. Sonnie seems to be making her way nearer to the food as Anatole and John speak. Now, what was she going to do?

Originally, she was going to make her way back over to Gerrit, but it seems that the Ogres were getting their Seeming time together. She could go talk to Yamiyo, but then again, she now knew of someone who was of her court. Choices. And that was just it, she was far more curious about her own court than any one else.

She moves just a little, settling herself nearer to Anatole and John as they converse. When there is an appropriate and polite pause in their conversation, she says, "Anatole you said your name was, right? I apologize for earlier, moving about so quick. I hadn't realized you were in the middle of a sentence. Must have seemed incredibly rude of me, so I do hope you can forgive me." Her voice has a sweet quality and the air still seems to be filled with a bit of something about her. Her contract earlier still very much in effect, giving her means of expression more depth should she wish it to. And perhaps it is her excitement still bubbling, but her mantle seems to be a little more active about her. That cool breeze with the winter sun's rays seeming to lightly mingle with anyone within a certain amount of space of her.

[Anatole]

Anatole grunted when James Turner replied.

"Yes. A Court offers more than kinship. It must have been very hard being the sole representative of your Season."

He falls silent, his eyes draw to - and absorbed by - Cassandra Reeding opalescent skin with its swirling hues. In his battered and bruised state, the shifting colours are both calming and relaxing. Only when his head nods does the dwarf realised he had almost dozed off.

And the Fairest was Polychromatic Artist was speaking to him.

Anatole's face scrunched reflexively into a scowl, which proceeded to flow rapidly into something more grandfatherly when he cleared the fog from his mind and realised just who was addressing him.

"Oh no trouble. No trouble at all. Had you chosen that piece especial, or did it come to you in the moment?"

[Ethan Walsh]

Ethan looks a bit shocked. He startles easily, even if he saw someone coming like he did with Yamiyo. Ethan’s eyes flicker to the crown-like horns upon her head, then to the feathers in her hair. After this quick examination he put on his best smile, one which retains a somewhat cringing quality to it, as if he was expecting a blow to come at any point, despite his best efforts.

“I’m Ethan Walsh of Autumn. You are too kind, thank you ever so much for the offer. I am sure I will take you up on the offer at some point sooner or later. You can expect likewise. If you ever need guidance through the Hedge or another harsh environment, just ask and I’ll do my best to guide you. Other than that I don’t have much else to offer.” A pause, then, “Have you been here long? I've only just arrived...obviously"