(2303)Spring Coronation

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie listened to Seraphina's speech, enraptured by the charm and presence of the Springiest of Fairest. It was always hard not to give rapt attention to that Seeming. The Unicorns were magnetic like that. She nodded along, supporting Sera's words.

She wondered what Anatole was laughing about, but whatever. As long as he was enjoying himself, that was all that mattered today!

The Beast smiled at her Queen, "Thanks! It's made with real butterflies!" Was she joking? Hard to tell, when hedgespun was involved.

[Saber Sloth]

The Wyrdstone warms under the touch of Sera's verdant glamour and as Gerrit's crown fades and Sera's appears, antlers reaching and shining as golden as her scales those who are bound to the Wyrdstone feels the renewed warmth of Spring, and safety and trust. A trust that might not extend personally, it wasn't a magic that made the Freeholders like or even care about each other, it was just, assurance. They know no one bound to the Wyrdstone has any loyalty to Them.

Anyone Courtless needs to put 1 Glamour into the Wyrdstone before the Scene ends to keep or gain Status 1 Freehold, if you not Courtless and do not have Status 0 Freehold, you also need to spend 1 Glamour into the Wyrdstone to gain Status 1 Freehold

[Molly Knight]

Molly could feel a laugh bubble out of her when she felt the renewed comfort of Spring. The warmth that was of safety and trust, of assurance that left her feeling fully safe. No one tied to Them, and even more so, people who would let her embrace her Desires without judgement. It was thrilling, the breath of fresh air that she desperately needed but didn't realize she did until now. Seraphina's speech was awe-inspiring and rung true, even to her own perception of herself. She could begin again, and grow.

[Gawain Avellone]

Few words were shared between the fellow Darklings, but then once the Queen of Spring made herself known, any words he had would've been stolen away by her regardless. Now THERE was a woman who exemplified royalty. Simply by entering the room, she put all others to shame. She was an incandescent sun to whom all others were lost in her radiant glow, protected by stained glass that seem to have agreed to form around her and flow with her movements, a dress made of glass and light. Such matchless beauty and grace, surely no other human could compare. ...Which itself was a frightening thought.

He drifted away from Molly without another word. First to the Wyrdstone to infuse it with a portion of himself, as he had been informed beforehand was the custom in this Freehold. However, such actions felt distant, as if they were happening to someone else. He simply couldn't pull his eyes from Seraphina. It was more than just her beauty, her force of personality simply seemed to fill the room. And it was a spacious room.

After having completed his task, he stepped towards Seraphina to make a more formal introduction. Which he started off with a full kneel to the ground before her.

"Surely a woman such as yourself trails admirers and envy as a boat's wake in the water. If you are not someone's muse, then I am a blind man. We have never met, yet I can already see why the Spring Crown chose you. But let me remedy that." He stands back up and places his umbrella before him like a cane. "Gawain Avellone. Newly arrived. Fantastic event you two have planned here, I can't fathom how much preparation went in to it."

Ah yes, there was another person here too. A Beast? If the tail was anything to go by. Spring, judging by her Mantle. He didn't want to forget her, especially if it turned out he was cutting in on their conversation. Though he would admit, he had only noticed her when he stood back up and realized she had been speaking with someone else.

[Seraphina]

Smiling back, “I can tell! You did such a remarkable job with it! How long did it take you to make?” very curious, very interested. “How have you been?” she asks before thinking, “You don’t have to stick to my side, feel free to let lose and have some fun!” she was most happy when those around her were having fun.

It was hard to miss the new face putting Glamour into the Wyrdstone. Besides being new, there was some sort of gothic chic to him. Plus him kneeling in front of her caught her attention.

“Uh, oh. Please, there is no need to do that.” Please don’t kneel, it made her uncomfortable. “And thank you, that’s very kind of you to say!” always gracious when it came to compliments, and ever one to accept them. “Someone’s muse? Not that I’m aware of, at least not anyone has told me.” A light musical laugh.

“Pleased to meet you Gawain. Or Mr Avellone if you prefer! I hope the Freehold and city have been warm and welcoming.” The angelic voice friendly and warm. “Again, thank you! Though I cannot take the credit for it, it was the whole Spring Court, each assisting and bringing something magical to it.” And no, you cannot fathom how much went into it.

A look to Sonnie, “This is Sonnie Wu, the Spring Claviger and a valuable member of the Freehold. Plus, she’s pretty badass too.” Always one to talk up her best friend.

Sapphires steal a glance around the room, looking for Rhodes, but not seeing him. A slight frown, but it disappears quickly as she focuses back on Gawain and Sonnie.

There can be a side thread if we like, or people can just say hi and move along to meet new people Totally ok with either!

[Sonnie Wu]

"Oh, not long," she mused, "the hard part was stitching the wings together. Little suckers wouldn't hold still!" Laughing, Sonnie shook her head, "I'm good!" She glanced about the party, seeing the freeholders break off into smaller groups. "It's fine! I mean, we're technically on duty. We gotta make sure the coronation runs smoothly and all. This is the one where I can't just stuff my face all evening. We got to put Spring's best foot forward, right?"

Gawain's approach had already been noted by the Beast. Since he had just bonded himself to the Wyrdstone, she was relaxed and clearly not concerned about a threat to her Queen. Sonnie smiled and nodded to the Darkling, "Howdy! Welcome to Sac!" She leaned casually on her hedgespun quarterstaff. "You got no idea! All that roast hedgebeast don't cook itself!"

[Jasper]

The giant Beast that is the Wolfhound Jasper had gotten himself lost in the selections of food and drink. It was all too much for his hungry stomach to ignore. He was only dimly aware of the gothic Darkling that made his way into the Tavern, glancing at him while taking a long sip of his drink.

When Seraphina came into the room, followed closely by Sonnie, his gaze couldn't help but be drawn to the Fairest. The woman's presence was just too magnetic and enthralling for anyone to pass her over. He can't help but stare for a moment as well before he looks away with a slight blush to his ears, flicking them back as he stuffs a bit of cake into his snout.

He nods to Gerrit when the Winter enters and then again to Anatole when he walks off with the Ogre. Hmmm... He didn't remember the crown on Gerrit before, but then, it looks like Winter found it's King. That's good right?

When he hears that angelic voice again, he flicks his ears up and turns back to the Spring Queen as she gives the speech. He shifts at the talk of embracing one's Desires and he takes another bite of food. He looks about, secretly hoping that he might see two specific people about but it had been months since he last saw them.. it was unlikely to happen. He shakes his head, trying to clear the thoughts from it before he stands and moves over to where Sera is standing. He smiles at her and nods, "Good evening, Seraphina, Sonnie. How's it goin'?" he asks them as he leans down and palms the petrified dragon's heart for a moment as he wills a bit of his essence into it, resealing his devotion to the freehold. He turns back to the two Springs. "You both look stunnin' tonight and this place looks really bangin'," he says, glancing around the hollow.

[Kane Harlow]

The manikin makes his way over from his conversation towards the wyrdstone. He sees the vernal sovereign and noted the fleeting frown that pierced her otherwise exuberant demeaner. And of course Sonnie and Gawain were upbeat as well, and as Jasper made his way over Kane decided it was best not to linger.

"Excuse me folks." He says as he walks past, trying to smile. Where Gawain and Jasper might just go talk to the most magnetic and well dressed ladies in the room, Kane would have to wait on that one. Elementals weren't known for their social skills and the amount of time he had spent today talking about not(?)-puke didn't make him confidant in a prolonged segue with this particular crowd. Plus his fellow summers were waiting on him and he had one question he really needed to ask them.

He arrives at the wyrdstone and stares for a moment. Sure it's arcadian, and all things arcadian are weird wyrd, but the shifting reds on the otherwise stonelike object caught his attention. The warzone he had recently escaped gave him an unfortunate sensitivity to blood. So to see the way the reds shifted around the blackish rock were fascinating, and horrifically familiar. Familiar first from Arcadia, and then his time before. The reason his lost first aid skills felt so significant, and then back around to why he felt pulled to summer. A newfound irritation swelled as he began to scowl at the rock, placing his hand on it and channeling his glamour as Gawain and the others had into it. The gentle assurance that no one here was going to drag him back for another tour in Arcadia helped to slowly banish his scowl.

"Great party by the way." He looks up at Seraphina and Sonnie, briefly looking them in the eyes to smile at both the ladies. "Everything here looks amazing."

A hand rises to rub at the back of his neck, and he lowers his head as he returns to Circe and Rlyeh.

[Kane Harlow]

Forgot the glamour expenditure in previous post despite the narration.

[Vincent Black]

Soon after the crown was exchanged, Vincent walked up to the Wyrdstone himself, placing his hand upon it and imbuing it with his Glamour. As soon as he did so, he felt the comfort of Spring and the end of Winter. As a beast he felt the rush of what could be 'spring fever' but he was not sure, this was different from what he had experienced before.

As he headed back to his seat he said to Seraphina "I look forward to your season."