(2312) Winter Solstice

[Anatole]

Anatole poured himself a drink and appeared to be mentally exploring the possibilities of the available food. Then his gaze fixed on the Fairest Circe

"Nothing wrong with making mistakes so long as you learn something from them."

He took a testing sip of his beverage, obviously enjoyed it and took a deeper draught.

"Care to share what you learned?"

Turning slightly to Seraphina

"Exactly so. Perfection is an ideal. The moment it can be achieved... well, its not perfection is it? Plus, if you are perfect ... You have to stay that way. No room for growth or change. You'll just end up stagnating. To everything, a cycle..."

He twirled a finger, lending him a more authoritative air than he would have liked.

[Circe]

Circe nods at Anatole as she considers what she has learned. "Rely not upon just mundane tools, but learn and use contracts and Hedgespun. Don't be stingy with the ammo. Also, do not drive cars in the hedge."

She nods to Seraphina, "Just trying to respect Winter's Vibe," she kindly informs her friend. The Winter Wyrd is an odd feeling to be around Seraphina. "Think yer the one who told me a couple years ago," she nods with a smile, "Ya gotta at least behave like the season's mood to honor the season's court. So, somber first," she nods, "The formalities are the formalities, and seasons work because we observe the formalities formally," those close to her will notice something in her eyes. The ruby pupils moving across her oily sclera, towards her nose. She is losing this conversation. Circe shakes her head.


She also winces as Ann's death is brought up. She lost track of Rhodes during that fight. But that doesn't stop the satisfied smile at vengeance achieved. Circe nods in the affirmative, "Thank you Sera. And I know I ain't perfect. I've seen me drive and I have red and black eyes instead of a silver tongue. Probably bronze, since I haven't been shot on the job."


Well, not often. Usually it was buyers or sellers that intended robbery instead of a transaction. Circe was very glad she insisted on Leon and the rest of the crew investing in aramid fabrics. She should really point out the whole regrets and sorrow theme of the event, but Circe could only not be herself for so long.


Circe wolfs down a few snacks and washes it down, listening to the others talk after her own babble to Seraphina. That and so she could grab something stronger. Then her left ear twitches in Sonja's direction. "Wait?" She stops to stare at the Clavinger. "If you don't like it, try Isaac Asimov's Birthday. Also," she puts down her plate to point an accusing finger at Sonja, "Didn't you tell me you are like the hot tub monkeys? Why would you associate with trees then?"

[Vincent Black]

Vincent just listened to the conversation around him while eating and drinking, he did not want to interrupt the current conversation going around him.

Sorry for the short and late post, I have not been feeling so great the last couple days.

[Kray]

Oh. He seems to be wandering in thought best leave him be then. Not taking Vince’s ignoring of his request personally, reflection was part of the night and if that was what he wanted, Kray will leave him to it.

Which means he will make his way over to the group of four already mid-conversation. As he walks over something meaty goes from plate to maw, and the sound of tearing flesh leaves him to swallow the sliver whole, his teeth are not made for chewing.

Adding onto the end of Anatole’s comment as he gets into speaking range. ‘Uh. Can anything even remain perfect, if the world around it changes? Because then it wouldn’t be perfect for the situation anymore surely?’ What is perfect anyhow?

Brow goes up as the conversation reminds him of something Sarah said in the park. ‘Ah. Cars in the hedge? Is this the forest eating right through a truck story I heard about Circe?’ I wanted to hear about that.

[Anatole]

Anatole paused, glass just before his lips once again.

"Thats another good way of putting it, Kray. I... Nearly everyone, I think... forgets that perfection can't exist in a vacuum: its defined against something. Take that something away or alter the environment... Yeah. What was perfect isn't necessarily perfect in the future. Change. Cycles..."

To avoid further elaboration, he drank deeply.

And raises an eyebrow. Truck. In the Hedge?

[Sonnie Wu]

Sonnie stared blankly at Circe, and took a moment to answer. "Issac Asmi... Asminov? The.... the gravity guy?" She looked around, uncertain if she understood correctly. "Why would I care about him?"

The Beast crossed her arms over her chest defiantly. "I can like trees and hot tubs at the same time. Why should I have to choose?"

[Seraphina]

Taking a sip she nods to Anatole, “Yes, that’s a wonderful way to put it.” She was always seeking ways to improve herself. “Without change and personal improvement, we become no better then Them.” At least, that’s how she saw it.

A slight bow of her head to Circe, “Which is great, but don’t sell yourself short.” It might be Winter, but she wasn’t about to let her friends downplay themselves. “I might have said that, or it could have been someone else, but each Season deserves respect even if they don’t have a presence currently.” They would still pay the Winter Court their dues and respect.

“No one here is perfect. But I know you, and know you’re a badass who will defend this Freehold and those within with all she has.” Just telling the truth here.

Shaking her head to Kray, “I, personally, don’t think so. Perfectionism is impossible for humanity, it’s an ideal no one can achieve. When someone is too focused on getting everything right and berating themselves when they don't, they lose out on the wisdom that comes from examining why they made the mistakes they did. And lose out on personal growth and reflection.” Why were they discussing this again?

Then it happens! Kray brings it up! And the Nix laughs, a hearty, yet still musical in sound laugh, eyes sparkling as she looks from the giant to Circe.

While she waits for the story to begin, she looks to Sonnie, “Can there be hot tubs in the trees? Because I think that should be a thing.”

[Circe]

She smiles as Seraphina reacts to the whole seasonal respects thing. "Right, we've talked to a lot of folks. But I'm a sniper, not a brawler, I am cautius and patient."


"Really?" She gives Sonja a flat look, "Yer thinking Netwon. Asimov is rayguns and spaceships. Also, like you wouldn't take a day put on a calendar as an excuse to party? Or mess with folks by making them think they're supposed to celebrate? Even I would not past up the latter."


She then looks at Seraphina again with a smile, "Sure, just watch Treehouse Masters."

Then on to Kray, who gets a nod, "Yup. With cute hitchhikers too. Pokemon level cute. Good result for a science experiment, just as Sera," she nods to Seraphina, "How cute the hitchhikers were."

[Kray]

The corners of his mouth twitch up, inevitably showing a few more teeth, as Anatole eloquently puts his point a lot better then the Ogre could manage.

Adding to Sarah's statement. 'Worse even. We have the choice.' Did the gentry have a choice, the Ogre doesn't know for sure. It does not excuse them. But he does know is that those who escape and choose to be like them are condemnable.

Sarah looks to Circe, who just makes more questions. Is no one going to elaborate? Eyes go from Circe to Sarah. 'Uh. How cute were the hitchhikers?' There's a hint of resignation in the deep voice as he continues to chase this tale back and forth.

[Anatole]

The burned dwarf's eyes bounce from side to side as the fragmentary conversations jump around him. Absently he places down his drink and gathers a handful of seasonal nuts from the food offerings.

"Oh I agree with you Sonnie Wu . The Hedge can do wonders for those with sufficient skill. You might consider looking for a decent Hollow out in the green beyond. I'm sure something could be crafted and fortified by Elemental contracts for heating or so forth."

And turning on Circe

"Did you learn anything of value from your... experiments?"

A hard shell cracked in his jaws.