(2203)Spring Coronation

[Seraphina]

If you asked the Nix, the Season flew by, bringing Spring front and center again.

Not that she would complain, she was proud of her Season and what they had built within the Freehold and what they contributed. And this year would be no different.

Power had been run to the Tavern yet again, because Sera couldn’t get enough of adding whimsical lights to the interior and exterior. Candles in hazy glass containers had been mixed in with the soft glow of the lights. The flickering of the flames looking like stars shining in a clear night sky. Flowers from the Hedge had been artfully, and tastefully arranged around the room.

Once again, a table was setup near the entrance with various handcrafted packets of various native wildflowers, some specifically picked out because they survived droughts longer. Always good to make sure those were added. They were all colorful with notes about how easy they were to plant.

An extravagant food buffet had been laid out. There was everything from colorful fruit platters to meats, cheeses and whatever else one may desire. Similar to last year, there was a desert table, but this year it held cakes that one could see their reflection in. They came in all flavors and colors! A wall of hanging ivy had been configured in such a way as to accommodate champagne flutes, hanging delicately with back lighting. A special table had four distinct wine glasses, one for each Season, each hand painted. Another table had various drinks and teas arranged, each with a hand written card saying what was in it. And of course, the bar was stocked if anyone wanted anything special.

Outside had been turned into a gathering area. There were tables of various sizes placed around, some even made of repurposed wooden pallets with varying sized pillows placed around them. Gauzy material was draped over them. Here and there were tables that could be stood at, and some with chairs so you could sit and relax. Blankets of various sizes had been laid out with more pillows and tea lights. The open space was inviting, encouraging people to talk and be comfortable.

All in all, a more laid back, but still glamorous Spring Coronation!

Let’s party!

[Rlyeh]

R'lyeh appears, dressed like she had been for the Winter Coronation, with a whole new set of nerves lighting up her spine, and sinking into her stomach. Wouldn't Colonel Worm be disappointed that she wasn't yet....? How would everyone else react when she took up the mantle? How would Dead-Lord-King-Rhodes react?!

Oh boy.

She needed some ginger tea. With lemon.

Smiling, though she didn't know if it was smiley-enough she waves at those gathered and makes a beeline for the beverages.

I"m just popping in to make sure R'lyeh doesn't loose her Status (the spend is for when the Wyrdstone is unveiled), I don't know how often I'll get to post so, it might be that she's here, but in a weird mood, so it's fine not to talk-talk to her

[Liam Gelt]

The time had come for the Spring Court's hospitality to grace the Freehold in earnest. And Liam came prepared to be the hostest with the mostest this day. The Ogre is dressed in a green vest offsetting a blue jacket and navy dress pants, all big-and-tall as needed, and his pine-needle-beard trimmed to a fine edge. Having arrived as early as the day would allow, Liam finishes setting out the last of the platters in place. "All set!" The Giant nods in satisfaction at his Court's fine spread.

Rl'yeh's entrance surprises Liam. He remembered the new sludge-fox as being fairly shy, so seeing her arrive early was a welcome change. He waves with a broad smile and his voice tempered to a dull roar. "Welcome, Riley!" He struggles with the pronunciation of the Lovecraftian name, but seems open to correction. "You get first pick of the snacks. Let me know if you need anything." He begins pacing the grounds as he awaits more guests, eager to see the Freehold trickle in to celebrate the season of life and new beginnings.

[Circe]

Circe's Mantle is a familiar thing to many in the Freehold. That dry air, which can even somewhat help with drying stuff. At least Circe figures it can, she doesn't know. The Summer Monarch struts in with ease, confident and with good reason.


Gloves covering her hands with a little clinking noise, but it goes well with the quieter clinking of her dress and matching heels. The metallic theme is somewhat broken by the red leather purse and the straps sometimes visible on her thigh when she walks. The Summer Brooch is hanging from an elegant chain necklace, resting on her chest.

Sadly, she couldn't mock-up a space pistol in time for this to go with all the Hedgespun metallic garments. Black and red eyes widen as she takes in the decorations. Her eyes focus upon the blue desserts and fruits, causing her to react in a Circe fashion, "Oh ho ho ho! Che colorato. Anche se questo non macchia la mia lingua!" The elfin Summer sticks out her blue tongue, "Already blue! Nice spread Liam!"

She walks over and nods to Rlyeh, "Rlly, how ya doin?" cheerfully pronouncing it to combine it as something between Rlyeh name and the word really.

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonja Wu, Claviger of the Spring Court of Sacramento, arrived with a smile. Her court was ascendant, so it was a good day. Time to crown her Queen again! Sonnie came wearing a somewhat-revealing jungle print dress. She was also barefoot (as she often was when the weather permitted), and carried her hedgespun staff like a walking stick (or perhaps an accessory to her outfit).

"Hey hey hey! Party time, peoples! Spring is in the air, and we're gonna get WILD!" She paused, then edited herself, "Okay, maybe not wild. Maybe more like fancy garden party or something? Anyway, we're gonna have fun and eat tasty foods!"

[Colonel Worm]

Sonnie may revise her statement, but she's uttered the magic words (We're gonna get WILD). Accordingly, a Wild Worm appears!

A vision: all in white with a bouquet of roses. The look topped off with a military style beret and some chain mail accessorizing. He is a warrior for love (or lust). A brawler ready for bed. A sexy-ass swordsman.

Worm's always had a soft spot for Spring, even if his heart burns with Wrath. So he intends to enjoy their coronation to the fullest. In fact, he's already started. A few drinks (and lines) in, he arrives brimming with a woozy electricity.

Spots Liam first--how can you not? "My boy!!" he declares, throwing his arms open for a hug. "Happy Spring!"

If the hug is returned, Worm will commit fully. Breaking away only to give Sonnie a huge grin and a wink. White-within-white eyes darting between the Beast and the Ogre, "You're both looking fucking fantastic, you know that? I mean damn. Too hot!"

Circe and R'lyeh get an exaggeration of a bow full of improvised flourishes, "My good monarch, my good R'lyeh, a happy Spring to you both." He doesn't mention he and R'lyeh's recent conversation. Not wanting to spook her. But the smile he gives her should let the Fox know he's still super excited.

[Titania]

Her dress stands on the interplay between appropriate and risque, erring on the latter. Her makeup and hairdo exquisitely done to accentuate her natural talents and the few jewels she bothered to don.
She arrives announced by her heels and a barrier of courtly wisps. Deep starry eyes look around the room, smiling once satisfied by what she sees.
Then she heads straight for her other Courtiers.
"Hello, looks like we did a good job", she states as a matter of fact.
Indeed, the Tavern is a testament as much to the Season as to their personal skills and mantles.

[Anatole]

Anatole arrives, his gnarled walking stick tapping a happy rhythm as he walks. From his gait one might not realise just how much he had relied on the walking stick at once time. The suit is (again) new: a subtle upgrade in cut and expense upon the last one. Shoes have been brushed to pristine shine and he is waring a simple ring on one finger.

His dark and shadowy mantle tries to flee the light and warmth of the Tavern. It can't. It's still stuck to him: a splash of roiling shadow reacting negatively to the general lack of Fear in the air.

"Impressive!"

Anatole certainly looks so as the festivities spill out into the Hedge beyond. He drifts with an air of critical contentment between the various tables, inspecting the fine creations and the Ivy encrusted fancy. Anatole was no fan of champagne but it was evident from the length of time he stood before the Ivy-and-champagne table that he was a sure fan of the elaborate vernal fancy.

Eventually, he stalked toward the table with the most food: Hedge Fruits, that is. Along the way he inclined his head toward Rlyeh but seeing that the nervous Blightbent was already the focus of some attention, he moved on. He danced aside as Colonel Worm bounded toward Liam Gelt

The Sovereign of the new Season Seraphina receives a slight bow before he begins piling up a plate.

His eyes though, seek out Titania who has just joined up with other members of her Court. The burned dwarf waits, popping a succulent fruit of some kind into his mouth and chewing slowly, all the better to savour the taste.

[Rlyeh]

Waving again at those who've arrived offering them an awkward smile, the toxic fox slowly meanders behind the bar.

Maybe something stronger then tea and honey.

(Hey, it was Spring after all)

Continued in (2203) Tavern Taps...

moving to a new thread, so no one who doesn't want to has to wait on my slow posting butt

[Rhodes]

Ah, Spring. One could always tell when it was approaching - for the Dread Lord, the increasing frequency of his wife's absence as she prepared all manner of decorations. It could never be opposed - he did the same as the Fall rolled around - and besides, they always made it up to one another, reminding each other of their source of greatest Desire.

Their bedroom was scattered with rose petals and candles were ready - a secret surprise for the Recrowned Queen of Spring.

That, however, was a private show. For the Fairest, the public should be just as exuberant as the private, and this was a time for him to return to the scene he had been absent from for so long. Sleeveless robes of deep crimson ran open from shoulder to bare foot, the gift of the pin of the Leaden Mirror on one side. Open and bare-chested showing of the lithe, pale skin, the Flowering showcased his Wyrdic growths as the signs of the new season. Green-leaves branches grew elegantly from the blades of his shoulders, as well as from his forearms and ankles like the wings of Hermes. Woody roots seemed to grow around his lower ribs and branch over his shoulders, chest, hands and legs, a demonstration of the ongoing changes of the Wyrd. His feet seemed dark and root-like.

Still, the golden ring shined on his hand and a dull, leaden circlet adorned his head, a subtle shade of grey among the deep greens and reds the Flowering grew.

Slowly, unhurriedly, he moved through the outside, entering the Tavern from the hedge side, his icy mantle stretching softly but uncompromisingly cold around him. In his hand, a grande bouquet of spring flowers in white, pinks, purples, and some of his own red. "Good evening, one and all," Rhodes greeted the group all huddled together. He sought out the lady of the moment, Seraphina , so as to present his gift.