(2103)Spring Coronation

[Seraphina]

As she continues to take in the room, feeling on cloud nine seeing all the decorations coming together, Vivian approaches.

Smiling to ethereal beauty, “Hi Vivian!” eyes widen at the offered gift, “Oh thank you! That’s so kind of you!” accepting the box. “I have to say, you are looking quite beautiful tonight, I hope you’ve been well.” Her compliment honest, the suit looked amazing on her!

She had to laugh as Circe talked and got rid of her cloak. “That is a stunning dress! Did you make it?” was it metal? It looked like metal. But it looked good on the blue elf. But if things got physical, she felt safe with the Contract she used beforehand. It could buy her time if she needed. But she didn’t see it being a thing. This was a Coronation. A time to celebrate!

Her attention was drawn to Rhodes as he entered. And let his Seeming be bared to the Freehold. She was proud of him for that. Knowing the pain, he went through that night when his connection to the Wyrd grew, this was big.

Seeing his emerald eyes where they needed to be, on her, made her smile wider. A nod of her head, “Dread Lord, welcome to the Coronation, and thank you for the kind words.” She knew it had been hard with how she had locked herself away before the Coronation. Her attention solely on her Season and making sure they welcomed it correctly. Placing it before him had been difficult, but it was how it was, how it would always be. Their Seasons and the Freehold came first. Her cheeks flush slightly at the kiss on her fingers.

It was hard to miss the presence that was Titania. Smiling, “Good evening Titania, wonderful to see you. I hope you’ve been well.”

Sapphires then take in Gerrit, and a warm smile appears as she accepts the flowers, “Oh these are beautiful Gerrit! Thank you, it’s very thoughtful!” her angelic voice giving away how grateful she truly was. Smiling at the flowers, such a pretty arrangement! “They are not plain looking in the slightest, quite the opposite!” gifts were always appreciated, for they were thoughtful.

Then she got a bit uncomfortable, her body tensing slightly as Sonnie called for people to clap. For her.

“That’s not really necessary, but thank you Claviger.” The Nix a bit embarrassed.

Cassandra getting quiet was concerning, “Are you ok Cassandra?” concern clear in her voice and on her face.

Ram’s sudden straightening brought a smile to her face, but not a cruel one. Just an amused one. After talking with him, she wondered if it had to do with his past. But this wasn’t the time to ask and bring attention to it, and possibly embarrass the Summer. Instead, she simply nodded with a friendly smile.

Spotting Anatole walk in, she offers him a smile, “Hi Anatole, welcome! I hope you’ve been well.” Yet someone else she needed to make time for.

Resting the flowers in the crook of her arm, she accepts the chip, her hands trembling a bit. Little did John know just what the gift meant to her. How hard she struggled to maintain her own sobriety, especially in the days leading to the Coronation. Sapphires look at the chip in her hand, “Thank you Winter Sovereign,” her voice a whisper as her fingers closed around it, her eyes glistening as the emotion took over, “this is extremely kind and gracious of you.” More than he may ever know. For that part of her past was a secret, only known to Rhodes. But this token would be carried with her, for she had never attended meetings, never received the chips to mark her journey of recovery. A few breaths were taken, as she looks around for a clear spot to place the gifts down, and moves to the Wyrdstone. Wanting to put her mind on anything else but what the chip in her hand was stirring.

She had to refocus her mind, and looking at the Wyrdstone, she did.

[Vivian Wing]

Vivian giggled a little at the compliment. Circe really was an amazing influence on her wardrobe, at least putting the class into it, for sure. If Vivian had it her way she'd be in athletic gear 24-7. It was like ice cream truck music ringing in her head. She was having trouble seeing past anything other than Seraphina. Basking in that beauty was like having your cup filled to the very brim, shimmering with the poignant possibility of spilling over. Vivian stayed at wrapped attention like a dog that heard the can opener, until she blinked a few times having the revelation that Seraphina had spoke and asked her a question! She nodded that yes she had been good. No sound came out though.

It took an act of almost will to bow politely and step aside, her gaze latching on to the other shiny thing in the room! Her own beautiful Monarch. Queen Circe. She felt a slight bit of relief that she made it over to her without further embarrassing herself. She bowed her head to Circe smiling back a bit. "You are completely fine! Well well worth this gem of awesomeness. Chainmail never looked hotter, or more formal!" She was giving off waves of heat like a furnace as her Mantle flared.

She gave a nod and finger guns to Ram, noting his strategic position over by the roast meats. "My man Ram...always keeping the important things in mind." She called out waiving so he'd see her. She looked back to Circe and started nodding emphatically. "If we want any meat, we better double time it. We being you and I....cause I am damn sure going up there now, and if you wait to long you won't be getting none!" She said with a Chesire Cat grin as she headed over to the food. She was nervous too. I mean....she could decimate this buffet....

Vivian threw up a hand to call a "Cool star dress!!" compliment out to Sonnie, and of course she supported the clapping of Seraphina, lending her own hands together with Sonnie happily.

She grinned a little and gave Titania two thumbs up. "Killer styling lady!" If she watched her mantle for too long, the temptation to try to bat at the things flying and floating around her grew to be to much.

She finally gave Ram a friendly hip bump, as she started helping herself to some food. "Yummy!"

[Slikana Senka]

Slikana fussed with his cuff links, he had chosen to wear his heather tweed suit that he had never worn before. This suit was the most appropriate Formal wear for Spring coronation. He was familiar with some court rules and styles but could not shake the feeling of jitters, it being his first coronation.

Slikana enters the coronation and freezes as he notices the beautiful person in the center of a good-sized group of people. He freezes in his spot and steadies himself. Slikana takes notice that others are offering gifts to this wonderous person and overhears snippets of the congratulations. This must be the person I should introduce myself to. I know I need to pledge to someone here. I wish I were not so badly out of the loop. I should have checked on the world around me more often. Time to get a cell phone, I guess. He thinks to himself as he checks his suit, gift of fresh spring flowers, and other fidgets. He gentles himself to stop fidgeting and approach the Sovereign Of spring.

Slikana approaches Queen Seraphina and waits respectfully until he can catch her attention and make proper introductions.

[Roshon]

"Happy Spring, motherfuckers," Roshon yelled as she walked into the Tavern, brandishing twin fistfuls of pre-packaged joints.

"Here you go, one for you, and you, take two, I don't give a fuck, let's get lit!" she declared, tossing the slender plastic tubes at everyone around her. Sure, the goal was to toss it to the person so they could catch it, but Roshon didn't really care, and more than a few packaged blunts fell to the floor as they bounced off of anyone to slow to catch them.

It was the good shit, of course, high end, and meant to send you into the stratosphere. Gotta love legality!

For her part, oddly grand collection of mismatched people and animal parts was wearing very casual clothing considering how some of the others were dressed. Roshon saved her high-dollar clothes for the mundies that gave a fuck, so she'd come dressed ready to party: boots, tight leather pants, fishnet shirt over a bra, and a lighter leather jacket with the pockets stuffed full with joints and a large flask.

"Anyone got a light?" she asked, popping the lid off of a joint-canister and slipping one end of the blunt between her lips.

[Circe]

"Yes I did Sera," she answers before leaving and clinks the metal sleeves against the metal dress, "And I needed ta heal my fingers after. Chainmail," she snarls, "I'd only Hedgespin it now. Never mundy make again." At least now in theory Circe knew how to Hedgespin the chainmail.

Wasn't that how it worked? Know how to make something Iron Side way and it can be Hedgespun. "Well Vivian, I wasn't going ta try ta make a pimped out plate gown," she tells Vivian as the pleasing Summer Mantle hits her. Time to get meat, "Too Games of Thrones, baaad diplomacy that. But yes, let us go get meat ta put inta our bodies."

And Roshon. Roshon, Roshon, Roshon. Gets Circe to do a laughter filled spit take. She coughed a few times before loudly responding, "Back at ya brutto stronzo appassionato," she shouts back to wave at Roshon. "Oh ho ho ho! Fun, but oi!" She shouts at Roshon whilst waving a finger snack at her metal mesh dress, "Does it look like I have pockets on this thing?"

Then back to Vivian and Ram as Circe's Mantle flares in excitement, "Is, is, that bacon wrapped around meatballs? Dibs."

[Anatole]

At last Anatole comes to his senses and shakes himself. A grunt of surprise, annoyance and appreciation slips from his lips as he pockets the seeds. Patting the pocket, as if to reassure himself that they were there, he steps away from the table. Good thing too, otherwise he might have caused a traffic jam as Slikana Senka and Roshon make their entrances.

The Chimera stole the show, of course; the darkling was making straight for Queen Seraphina by then - a subtle movement lost amid the uproar caused by falling joints.

Anatole snatched a joint out of the air through pure reflex. He stares at the carefully wrapped cylinder as he moves on the empty bar; stares like he is wondering about the object's purpose; stares as if he is facing another inner conflict, contemplating lighting up himself. He doesn't.

Instead he reaches the bar proper, ducks to the other side and rummages around for whiskey and a glass.

"Bar is open."

And he scowls, recalling that he didn't want to do this... again. He ducks under the bar again, to the sound of more rummaging. When he pops back up he slaps an old cheap lighter down on the counter.

"The Emerald Tavern caters to all desires," he offered to his fellow wizened in the most deadpan of voices.

[Saber Sloth]

Remember folks, you can make side threads to keep things moving!

[Liam Gelt]

Liam allowed himself a quick curse under his breath as he power walked up to the Spring Tavern entrance. He'd fretted over making a poor first impression to the Court and spent too much time debating which of his two pairs of dress pants would work best with his one suit jacket. Of course, now that the air of the Hedge was swirling around him, his skin hardened into its familiar bark-like armor and his face now sported a (thankfully) short beard of deciduous thistles. On the plus side, he would likely be the best dressed treant in the Hedge that day.
Well, I guess making an entrance was part of the point, right?
The sounds of a crowd snaps him into focus, and he prepares to duck into the door only for a flash of fur, feathers, and color to bolt past him and start bellowing like a banshee high off its ass.
Okay Universe, point taken. Just be yourself.
After steadying himself, Liam ducks into the tavern and scans the room...

[Rhodes]

As the Lady of the evening was greeted by all and Sundry, He offered Sera a wink and released her hand, slipping out of the way. She would be busy this evening. Best to find some Alternate company. "Should you need me Queen Seraphina, by your leave," he offered smiling, and left her to her subjects.

Seeing the others enter, several of which he did not know, was strange.

It seems I have been out of touch too long.

However, he made his way around to the bar, alongside his sole remaining Courtier.

"You really don't have to do that, dear fellow," he offered to Anatole. "I'm sure we're all capable of getting our own drinks." He looked the Wizened up and down. "How have you need keeping, Analote? You look well. Fully recovered, I hope."

Yumyumcrow shall we open a bar side thread?

[Anatole]

"Don't I? Bah! Someone has to. Its a bit strange to have a Tavern with no one running the bar. But good to know. I'll keep that in mind for next time."

He studied the Flowering Fairest while he himself was studied.

"I'm well enough. Been back on my feet a while now. How goes your research? You are still tied up with that, am I right?"

Apologies if I'm jumping ahead. Yes Xadun lets start a side thread