"Thanks ya sharp dressed man," she turns to Liam, "And this way, I stand out more then the last time I was the first guest ta a coronation," she cheerfully jests. And John's arrival got an actual curtesy from Circe, "King John. May your Court's deeds go unseen as you need, to better ensure your endeavors succeed." An attempt to mix Summer and Winter ideals with proper etiquette.
The magical monarch couple's arrival draws the eyes quite easily. "Daaang Sera," she whistles as she touches her own shoulder length bob of bone white hair, "If it weren't fer the forge, I might be tempted ta grow out ta have ya style me. And ya always win on the accessories, that ring and all," wink. Circe tracks back to the matching question. She nods her head, "This little new thing? All me," Circe's eyebrows and ears waggle, "Second spin fer tonight, total win. Less martial," she raises her left hand a little, "But also less see through, cold, and this," the right hand is above her head, "Didn't melt." Fortunately, her bag isn't messing up her hair. Circe tilts her head back a little to eye John's crown as she lowers her arms. Blue flowers? Wasn't that like hope of victory or something? Oh, and gifts.
Circe retrieves her black gift box from her bag, big enough for a jacket. However, instead of clothing to be seen it contains the opposite. A professional grade version of the ghillie cloak Circe used to go unseen at the Spring coronation. Circe hadn't fallen asleep while hiding.
Sonja breezes by too quickly to explore for a proper greeting. Anatole gets a respectful nod whilst the monarchs converse.
The elfin Hedgespinner ponders making him a swordcane as a gift to replace his walking cane. Or a gun cane. And Cassandra? Well that Prismatic Winter gets raised eyebrows and a smile from Circe. "You are currently an expert on wondrous attire Cassandra," she lightly bows, "Given what yer wearing tonight. Though I hafta ask the Winters," she points to the box that the Winters have been passing notes, "What's with the card box?"