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(2012) Winter Coronation

(2012) The Dance
Dec 28, 2020 - Jan 9, 2021
(2012) Out of the Way Table
Jan 5, 2021 - Jan 20, 2021
(2012) The Food Table
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  1. #1
    Cassandra Reeding's Avatar

    Cassandra Moore
    Presence
    (Charismatic)
    Striking Looks
    (Radiant)
    Intelligence
    (Keen)
    Kith Blessing
    (Prismatic Heart)
    Status
    (Entertainment)
    Cassandra Reeding

    Eyes like cut, polished emeralds, waist-length scarlet hair, and glowing prismatic skin that seems to react to her emotional state, however what they mean is anyone's guess.

    +1
    SL
    4
    PRE

    Wyrd
    •••
    Polychromatic Artist

    It is fittingly the coldest night of the last few weeks of Autumn when the Lost of Sacramento's Winter Court invites the Freehold to celebrate the change of seasons - the natural constant that promises a sense of security against the Others, flimsy as it may be.

    The Sacramento Memorial Auditorium has been rented and secured, thanks to the pooled resources and connections of the Onyx Courtiers, looking mostly closed down for the night. From the outside, the windows are dark and the silent air hangs around the building giving a somber quality to the usually celebratory and awe inspiring location.

    Those in the know can check the backstage door and find it unlocked. Inside, a burly man wearing a tuxedo and a black and golden harlequin-mask has been entrusted with making sure no unwanted guests enter the private event. Inside, a masquerade shall be held, but the comfort of anonymity is only granted at the threshold after verifying the guest's permission to enter.

    The hallway is decorated with dull, white strands of twinkling lights guiding the way up the stairs to the ballroom. The lights are dim and radiate melancholy as if walking through a graveyard at night with only the glow of the moon to guide your way. There is no fear in this walk, however, just that lingering hint of sorrow and loss.

    In the ballroom, four tables are set giving every guest a place to sit if they so choose when they arrive. They are places to gravitate and get comfortable to listen to the official parts of the evening. As centerpieces upon the tables, there are barren trees with beautiful lights decorated upon the ends, around them, floating candles of different levels. There are beautiful flowers, combinations of lilies, chrysanthemums, pansies and snowdrops. There is something about the way they are all paired that just connects it all - a calm ballroom, dim and sparkling.

    The first table is reserved for the members of the Winter Court, the hosts of the night; the second, seating the other three Monarchs of the Freehold. The third and fourth tables have space for the other members of Sacramento's Lost. For the ease of socializing, there are even some spare chairs standing nearby. Who knows what new Lost might find their way here? Off to the side, there is a final table prepared with refreshments of varying strengths, simple pastries, and snacks.

    The middle section of the ballroom is bare, perfect for dancing. A cello case can be seen off to the side, just begging to be opened and played. Soft, classical music plays in the background, enough to pull your attention for just a moment, but never enough to dominate.

    The Wydstone sits upon a small table fitted with a delicate white cloth toward the end of the ballroom, the Autumn in it still living, but ready to change. Its presence is both subtle and drawing as it always seems to be in your peripheral.

    The hour draws near, the final preparations finished - now the Onyx Court waits for its Lost guests.

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  3. #2
    Gerrit's Avatar
    New Identity
    (Gerrit Jameson)
    Gerrit

    Mien:
    Leathery scars, bruises and scaly scabs cover the whole hairless body. There is a certain symmetry to the disfigurements, the color of the visible skin ranging from pale pink to purple and dark red. Lately patches of dark blue and black - frostbite - have appeared on his skin and some of the scabs have frozen over and crystalized.
    His right hand shows a copper-coloured, wilted and flaky scar, engulfing most of his palm and the inside of his wrist. Next to frostbite and bruised scars it adds a third layer of wounds bore by the Ogre.

    Mantle:
    Contrast seem to grow slightly more stark around Gerrit, the crisp clearness of a winter morning. Sometimes the sound of ice forming or breaking can be heard in a short, brisk snap. When using Contracts a subtle, biting cold can be felt around Gerrit - pins and needles prick both the Onyx and those close to him.

    Crown:
    Solid, thick panes of clear ice symmetrically arranged around his head with fern frost at the base.
    Active Pledges

    Motley Pledge

    Only a result of 10 on a die is considered a success. Should a given die result in no successes, the failure is considered to be a dramatic failure, though the oathbreaker may spend a point of willpower to negate this, making it a regular failure.
    -Until Oct 5th.

    1
    PRE

    Stonebones Snowskin

    The change of seasons was upon them and Gerrit was very nervous about it. He viewed this evening as trial of sorts - with John, Cassandra and him the Freehold had a functional Winter Court again and this would be the first impression they'd be giving off. He knew that a lot of thought and work went into what the three of them achieved and he hoped that the others would see and acknowledge that.

    His rented black tuxedo was simple, but fit him pretty well. He'd be uncomfortable in this attire, if it weren't for the mask Cassandra had crafted for the occasion. It was beautiful, way better than he had imagined and with its help he could actually try to play the part of a self-confident co-host of a ball tonight.

    For now he was on bouncer duty, though. He positioned himself inside the entrance, waiting for the guests to arrive. He had been given the key to the backdoor, so he could lock it once everyone had arrived. The Ogre also used some Glamour to hide his mien - it was a masquerade after all. I just hope there's to trouble afoot.

    I just hope I didn't just jinx it.


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  5. #3
    Cassandra Reeding's Avatar

    Cassandra Moore
    Presence
    (Charismatic)
    Striking Looks
    (Radiant)
    Intelligence
    (Keen)
    Kith Blessing
    (Prismatic Heart)
    Status
    (Entertainment)
    Cassandra Reeding

    Eyes like cut, polished emeralds, waist-length scarlet hair, and glowing prismatic skin that seems to react to her emotional state, however what they mean is anyone's guess.

    +1
    SL
    4
    PRE

    Wyrd
    •••
    Polychromatic Artist

    Cassandra had already arrived early to set up the venue. She worked frantically, putting everything in place, but it all got done, which was the most important thing. It's all fine. Everything is fine... urgh.

    She got ready in the dressing room upstairs, wishing she’d had more time to make everything perfect. Her hair is curled, but the curls are already falling out. At this point, it is going to be what it is going to be. She brushes it out a little and works in a little shining spray to make her scarlet locks look sleek and without frizz.

    Her dress is one she hadn’t worn in a long time, but it is one of her favorites. A black gown with a deep v-neckline. The waist is decorated with glittering stones and the bodice along with some of the skirt is decorated with black floral appliques. The skirt is full and moves like a dream. She couldn’t wait to dance in it.

    Around her neck is a celtic knotted drop necklace with onyx stones decorating it, perfect for the Onyx Court. She stares at herself for a long time before putting on her hedgespun mask, pitch black that looks as though it is wet with tears. Perhaps she’d used too much of her own in making it.

    When she is ready, she makes her way back down to start tending to people as they arrive.

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  7. #4
    Yamiyo Lillich's Avatar
    Yamiyo Lillich
    Striking looks
    (Mesmerizing)
    Presence
    (Unknowing temptress)
    Narcissus’s Blessing
    (Romancer Kith)
    Dexterity
    (Perfect grace and klutziness)
    Mantle (spring)
    (Fresh scent of roses, vanilla and cinnamon.)
    Yamiyo Lillich

    Mien:
    See picture link in signature, make slight adjustments for what your character find appeasing.

    Mask:
    150cm, 41kg/90lbs, small petite woman with an appearance slightly changing for each viewer to always be found appeasing.
    Long well managed hair, agile and dextrous but also slightly klutzy.

    Mantle:
    A fresh air of newly blossomed roses with hints of vanilla and cinnamon. Small rose petals dancing behind her, around her ankles and occasionally around her hair.
    Hedgespun equipment

    Hedgespun equipment:

    Hedgespun AnkleBracelet (●)
    + 1 Defense
    Mask: Sturdy glistering silver chain with a pagan knot emblem on it.
    Mien: As if woven by the wind itself.

    Hedgespun level 0:

    Hedgespun Choker (0)
    Mask: Choker.
    Mien: Woven threads of glistering amber with the the sun, moon and star woven from the light they belong to lightly glistening when any form of light hits them.
    Equipment

    Purse
    Small shield: +1 defense, +2 during dodge.
    Lockpicks: +3
    Mirror
    Smartphone - oneplus 7 256gb
    Sewing gear - (various, sheer's, thread's, needles, measuring tape, a couple of buttons, seam ripper)
    Hair/bobby pins
    Zippo lighter
    Ankle bracelet D+1
    A combined personal attack alarm/watch/flashlight - waterproof 160 decibel
    Pepper Spray
    Stun Gun (compact blue streetwise)
    Sunglasses
    MM's
    Doggie treats
    Battle

    Health: 7
    Defense:
    Base: 2,
    Shield+1/2
    Anklet+1
    contract+2
    Total standard: 4/5
    Contract: 6/7
    Dodge: +2

    +2
    SL
    4
    PRE

    Succubus / Incubus Romancer

    So the time was finally here, her fourth and final coronation events with this she would finally have attended the coronation of all four seasons and as winter gave light to spring so would she have completed a full cycle in one place for the first time since coming back.

    Her purse prepared with gifts suited for whomever would take the crown, this had been a month of spending far to much money on gifts but that was all good.

    Taking a deep breath and smiling as she exited the uber she had taken over so as to not destroy her setup for the night. Going away from her as of late usual black clothing style to wear a blue dress with it's accompanied necklace, missing her choker a bit but it was in her purse should she miss it to much. Her ears styled with silvery elven ears, hopefully the gun bunny wouldn't mind that though. Looking to her nails, they had done a really grand job with them and she quite loved this style perhaps she would keep it even for normal days. Softly touching her hair to see that her hair pieces were all in proper place. Wondering how much of her efforts for the night would actually be seen or how much her illusionary visage would come in and take over to make people just see what they wanted to see anyway, still she played by the rules best she could at least. Her usual ankle bracelet worn but were to covered to spot, she never went anywhere without that little hedgespun piece.

    Walking up to and in through the backdoor, watching the bouncer for a second trying to place him a little the mask made it hard though and if he were one of them so had he hardened his mask as well making it even harder to place him.
    Cooking her head a bit to the side and closing her eyes to show of the full grandeur of her black ruby lips and makeup mask, true she had a proper one in the purse should they not enjoy the one based around makeup but this style had it's own beauty to her.
    "Good evening, now that is a well made mask."
    Succubus/Romancer Base mien

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  9. #5
    Gerrit's Avatar
    New Identity
    (Gerrit Jameson)
    Gerrit

    Mien:
    Leathery scars, bruises and scaly scabs cover the whole hairless body. There is a certain symmetry to the disfigurements, the color of the visible skin ranging from pale pink to purple and dark red. Lately patches of dark blue and black - frostbite - have appeared on his skin and some of the scabs have frozen over and crystalized.
    His right hand shows a copper-coloured, wilted and flaky scar, engulfing most of his palm and the inside of his wrist. Next to frostbite and bruised scars it adds a third layer of wounds bore by the Ogre.

    Mantle:
    Contrast seem to grow slightly more stark around Gerrit, the crisp clearness of a winter morning. Sometimes the sound of ice forming or breaking can be heard in a short, brisk snap. When using Contracts a subtle, biting cold can be felt around Gerrit - pins and needles prick both the Onyx and those close to him.

    Crown:
    Solid, thick panes of clear ice symmetrically arranged around his head with fern frost at the base.
    Active Pledges

    Motley Pledge

    Only a result of 10 on a die is considered a success. Should a given die result in no successes, the failure is considered to be a dramatic failure, though the oathbreaker may spend a point of willpower to negate this, making it a regular failure.
    -Until Oct 5th.

    (Hardened Mask)Glamour 1 Spent
    1
    PRE

    Stonebones Snowskin

    Even masked there was no doubt that Yamiyo just arrived - the subtle smell of blueberries beneath the Mantle's more prominent scents and the shadow of heartache Gerrit felt made him grant entrance to the evening's first guest. The Ogre tried not to show any reaction and frankly he was kind of getting into this. This was him playing a character, just like on Halloween.

    "Thank you. It's a gift from a dear friend. Enjoy your evening."

    Feel free to assume that given identification in any way access in granted - no one has to wait here to be able to access the scene, especially once it gets bigger.
    Oh, and bookkeeping.


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  11. #6
    Vivian Wing's Avatar

    Vivian Wing
    Striking Looks
    (Ethereal Beauty)
    New Identity
    (Vivian Wing)
    Quick Draw
    Vivian Wing

    Mask
    An Ethereal quality to her beauty, Vivian has large soulful eyes which color shifts depending on what she is wearing and the light, they seem to be lit from within with unnatural brightness, a tall wiry well sculpted frame, her long golden hair flowing in waves down to her waist. A smattering of freckles on her cheeks lends a cuteness to it all.

    Mien
    Vivian is much in body naturally the way she is in her mask. Her hair color however is a dark grey with blue and silver streaks running through it and seems to always be rustling and stirring in the invisible breeze. Instead of freckles she has tiny translucent raindrops that refract the light. Her eyes were wholly unknowable, alien, and inhuman. Like snow globes, her eyes contained only the threatening grey clouds of storms. Sometimes it did genuinely snow in her eyes, or rain, or when the crimson spear of Summer was enraged, lightning illuminated her orbs.

    Mantle 1: Hot sticky Wind of the Summer Storms

    +1
    SL
    2
    PRE

    Airtouched

    Vivian was about a block away from the event. It appeared she was talking to herself, but really she was talking to her most faithful friend. The Wind. She was dressed in the final dress that Circe had so magnanimously purchased for her. Luckily Vivian was excellent with hair and makeup. She kinda had to be, she performed and had to look sexy. It was a part of the biz, but this dress? Nope never in her life before or after had she ever had to wear a ball gown. She felt like she was turned into one of the pretty things she had spied in windows of the glittering glass palaces of Arcadia.

    She fought with herself, with her perception. Her thready grasp of what was real and what was not. She knew how damaged she was. It was as obvious to her as the horrid flesh suit she had to haul around everywhere. Being trapped indoors, wasnt her schtick either. It's okay, if it gets to be to much, you simply leave. You can do this. You want this, but you have to try. It is the only place in this wretched world you truly belong.

    The Wind began to play in the tulle skirt, fluffling it out and dropping it playfully. It gusted at her back. To remind Vivian that she had a ball to get too. As she walked the breeze in her mantle comforted her, and The Wind helped her dress from trailing on the ground. Vivian neared the entrance and swallowed hard. Her alien eyes roiling with storms. Dark clouds threatened rain and the lightening occasionally cracked the sky. The world within her eyes was alive. With the masqerade mask the effect was more pronounced. Her mantle flared in distress, and the warmth and assurance of the Summer winds blew from her. Circe had said she would vouch for her, and there it was! Her name was on the list. She would make her Queen proud. She gritted her teeth and steeled her resolve.






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  13. #7
    James Turner's Avatar

    John Campbell
    New Identity
    (John Campbell)
    Rigid Mask
    Trained Observer
    Composure
    (Placid)
    Perfect Stillness
    James Turner

    Mien
    Skin pulled back tight against his frame and a ghostly white, eyes and mouth sucking and empty pits that appear to be without end. His shadow a deep black that seems to be driving the body instead of the other way around.

    (Glimpse, Harden Mask, Hedgespun)Glamour 3 Spent
    2
    PRE

    Whisperwisp

    John had of course arrived early along with everyone else, casing the place first before helping with the decorations. He’d been fine while they were setting up, hands and mind busy with simple tasks but as the hour grew closer he grew more fidgety popping out for a cigarette before he had to get ready. He was stalling, obviously, and nothing he could do to stop the nerves. The hour grew late and he had to get ready, he couldn’t put it off anymore it’d be unbecoming of a Monarch to be late to their own event. His stomach twisted and churned into knots, the queasiness creeping up into his throat, suddenly glad he’d not eaten anything yet and that he hadn’t begun changing as his stomach became more emptied.

    That was followed by another cigarette, a glimpse into the future and then he was finally able to get changed. John’s suit was a custom-tailored number in the deepest of Onyx, crafted by the Spring Monarch Herself, Seraphina. The jacket itself was cut exquisitely to highlight John’s frame bringing an air of authority he might not otherwise possess. It had a series of three black buttons to pull the jacket tight and closed but to do so would hide the true beauty underneath. The interior of the jacket glittered and sparkled with the night sky of the longest, coldest night in Winter. There was magic in that, the sky deeper and darker during the heart of winter letting the bursts of silver starlight take center stage.

    Tucked and Folded into the breast pocket of that jacket was the same glimpse except prominent and in front, folded so the embroidered silver arrow of the Winter Court was prominently displayed, stitched to look like ice and stand out against the deep black of space.

    Under that was a vest and shirt of matching color, more of a square cut and cut deeper so more length of tie was visible ending at about his solar plexus. Buttoned up fully, the vest had a series of six buttons which could all be used but since it was already form fitting for John three merely served as decoration as it was buttoned closed. The tie itself was black still but not as deep of one, a contrast to offset itself from the onyx he wore. This all made the silver tie clip he’d found with Titania and Ram pop all the more as it held his tie in place. This also held true for the cuff links keeping his sleeves closed and taught.

    Black slacks that had fit him better than any pair he’d ever worn before. These were not second-rate hand-me-down’s the he usually wore. They hugged his waist just so making the black leather belt he wore entirely unnecessary except as an accessory. Pants were pressed, wrinkle free like everything else and the seams lined up perfectly.

    1 success

    2 successes

    2 successes


    John’s mask is a shifting, fluid thing. Crafted from the tears of its creator Cassandra Reeding and the dew collected from a brisk winter morning. The mask seems to ripple and shift, obscuring the users face and expression and simply reflecting whoever they were talking to and the environment around. Then on top of it all was the Crown of the Winter Monarch, it was pretty by some standards and wicked by others. Sharp and jagged pieces of ice seemed to jut out from John’s skull, pushing into the skin as the surface tension of the mask was clearly broken. A reminder to him and hopefully to others that the crown was not a gift, it was a burden to bear. A constant reminder of others suffering, of his own suffering, and that it was up to him to bear that burden.

    Thankfully not alone. For now. The other voice whispered at the back of his mind, her voice. He made himself available not sitting, too nervous to sit it was much easier to stand. Yamiyo was the first to arrive which didn’t surprise him though her punctuality was noted and appreciated. The other one though, that got the silver masks’ attention. They stood out.

    Everyone in the Freehold who’d sworn through the Wyrdstone all had a sense of belonging and togetherness which made Vivian stand out in stark contrast to that, that feeling that they did not belong. He’d assumed that someone had vouched for her to get her on the List and he knew his Courtiers were capable so she belonged here but that didn’t mean he trusted it yet.

    This was not the John most were accustomed too, the even keeled voice was gone, his posture was rictus and straight his movements fluid instead of nervous and twitchy. Though inside he still really wanted to vomit he had to keep up appearances. “I don’t believe we’ve met before.” Head cocked to the side in curiosity as that reflective surface peered back at her reflecting only herself. If he had to guess he was guessing Spring.


    Goes by the name: John

  14. #8
    Saber Sloth's Avatar

    0 Scenes

    As night settled around the venue, blanketing the hall with Winter's First Night, those present can feel the Wyrd itself flex, and the sole Darkling's Winter Mantle expands, flash freezing the moment, before receding to his person, a sudden flurry spirals around the Darkling as all the Sorrows of Winter settle upon his shoulders, protruding from his crown.


    Everyone's welcome! Nay encouraged to come! If You're new this is a great place to get Acknowledged!

    James Turner Shane please remember to spend the Glamour into the Wyrdstone before the end of the scene - and remember to make sure you tag me so I can narrate what happens next!

    Remember Courtless always have to pay 1 Glamour to the Wyrdstone, and New Arrivals who haven't paid into the Wyrdstone yet must also pay 1 Glamour!

    Also! Everyone please make sure your Mantle Description are listed in your sig and/or your minisheet!

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  16. #9
    Cassandra Reeding's Avatar

    Cassandra Moore
    Presence
    (Charismatic)
    Striking Looks
    (Radiant)
    Intelligence
    (Keen)
    Kith Blessing
    (Prismatic Heart)
    Status
    (Entertainment)
    Cassandra Reeding

    Eyes like cut, polished emeralds, waist-length scarlet hair, and glowing prismatic skin that seems to react to her emotional state, however what they mean is anyone's guess.

    +1
    SL
    4
    PRE

    Wyrd
    •••
    Polychromatic Artist

    The Polychromatic takes a deep breath, calming her ever shifting rainbow hues before making her way over to greet the guests. "Hello, Yamiyo, you look beautiful this evening. Please come and enjoy the festivities. I made sure there was a vegetable platter for you." Suddenly she felt subconscious. The last ball she went to had been very demure. Everyone here would be dressed so fantastically that she would certainly be left in shadow. No, that's a good thing. You're an Onyx.

    She notices someone new join them in the ballroom and she takes a moment to gaze over. She'd considered going over to speak with her, however John had gotten there first. Her eyes shift completely away from the new girl and over to John. That suit was incredible, Sera's work, perhaps? She smiles a little seeing the mask she'd worked so hard to create. For some reason, his had been the easiest. She didn't want to consider any meaning behind that.

    She can feel the cool wetness of her mask, ever so slightly. The ever running tears never seem to actually touch her face, but the chill coming from it, she could easily feel. They run down the corner and then seem to just fade into nothingness. Tears of great loss, perfect for the theme. She did wonder how many got the theme of loss however. Perhaps we weren't clear on that. Did we say anything about it? She couldn't remember.

    She shifts her focus to Yamiyo again, "There are some seats, but I'm sure you'll want to mill about." In the back of her mind, it goes to her gifts. She could only hope the evening went well and as expected. That's all a Winter could hope for, right?

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  18. #10
    Seraphina's Avatar
    Seraphina
    Presence
    (Magnetic)
    Striking Looks
    (Enthralling)
    Distinctive Voice
    (Angelic)
    New Identity
    (Sarah Jones)
    Mantle (Spring)
    (In Mini Sheet)
    Seraphina

    Mien

    Softly shimmering gold flakes catch the light whenever she moves, delicate gilded and diamond scales extenuate the luminescent sapphires that are her eyes. The ocean lives in Sera's eyes, perfectly cut sapphires, gleam in the light. Deeper shades always shifting like the tide. The scales trail up to her temples and forehead. Her hair reaches down her back, brushing the back of her calves, spun silver and gold. Perfectly placed streaks of sea green are seen throughout her hair. Very fine diamond dust falls loose from her hair when she moves, reflecting rainbows from the light. The scales on her hands are dulled by the simple fact that her hands are translucent. There was an iridescent scale like skin that pulled delicately up from her ears. The membrane shimmered and created three curly points.
    Seraphina

    Fairest

    Nix/Treasured
    Mantle

    Cherry blossoms gilded in gold bloom from her hair, tumbling down as a warm rejuvenating spring breeze gently kisses the air with the scent of freshly cut grass. The sound of birds singing can be heard as the wildflowers grow and bloom in vibrant colors where she walks, swaying and lively in the breeze.
    Sera's hands and lower legs are translucent while the rest of her has cracks
    Seraphina

    Mask
    A fairly tall woman, roughly 5'11 with long, wavy dark brown hair. Her eyes are an intense, deep bright blue, reminding one of sapphires. Her lips are full and her skin is flawless. With that perfection comes a body that men fawn and drool over, and women envy.

    Health Tracker

    Haunted House
    Items

    Hedgespun Items

    Tear dropped shaped pendant, form fitted waterfall jacket

    Misc.

    -3 to any rolls involving Presence

    Jewelry

    Ring on right ring finger...the gold band matches her gilded golden skin, the blue sapphire matches her eyes and the diamonds her scales
    Seraphina Scenes
      -1 Glamour into Wyrdstone
      Dreaming, -1 WP to analyze, WP to hold Dream together, Dreamscape
      -1 Glamour for Dream Time, -1 WP, WP to Scour Glam to rebuild
     Harden Mask, Forgot to include in orig post, 
     

    +2
    SL
    +2
    DV
    5
    PRE

    Treasured Nix

    Winter’s night had arrived, and the Crown would pass from Rhodes, to one of the Winters of the Freehold. Not seeing Sasha with the Crown would be a shock, but, she had a year to prepare for it.

    But the biggest issue was finding the perfect dress for the theme. Her usual dresses would not do, so she went shopping. Tons of dresses tried on and discarded. Many stores visited, but the perfect dress was found online, ordered, then tailored to fit exactly. The curves of her perfect body hugged. The back had to be changed, she wanted it backless with jeweled detail, the sleeves removed. The mask was easier to find, it’s colors matching the blues in the dress exactly. Though her eyes would always stand out, their sapphire color unnatural and vibrant. Her long golden and silver hair was done in an elegant updo, heavy, but it was necessary to show off the back. Long pieces, tracing down her face and body, almost touching the floor, had been left out. Her makeup minimal, she didn’t need it.

    As she walked into the venue, her hand draped on Rhodes arm, she didn’t harden her mask. Her translucent hands on display, the left with her engagement ring on it. Thankfully, no one could see the translucent legs. The color of her dress complimented the shimmering golden scales of her body, her Mantle dancing around her. Pink petals fell down her around her as the bright vibrant wildflowers grew where she walked. The smell of fresh cut grass spreading around her, caught in the warm Spring breeze.

    Smiling she leaned towards Rhodes, “You look very handsome tonight.” She whispered in his ear with a loving squeeze of his arm.

    The Spring Queen and Dread Lord had arrived.
    Treasured/Nix Wyrd●●●●

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