Spartan, Fath, ANd King Rust
A Triad of Summers were the next to enter.
Spartan entered the court wearing nothing special at all. He had no interest in this court beyond being here to make sure balance would be maintained and his Family was kept safe.
Spartan's head was a bit heavier then normal. He had been quiet, more quiet then normal since the shared dream between he and his woman. Spartan's mind was running with ideas at how to escape his prison.
Spartan looked to Rust and gave him a nod, they both felt there time was coming soon and that summer would soon be at the forefront again. At least that was a plus to the Spring Festival.
Faith, for her part, had chosen to wear... what she usually did. She hadn't changed for any Festival up to now, and changing that trend would just be wrong. Instead, she had on a windbreaker, hands jammed in pockets to protect against the early spring chill.
Rust wore a red shirt under a black sports jacket and black slacks. He knew that Spartan wasn;t fond of Spring. Rust himself was skeptical of the Season and its values. But Alice was a good Queen and deserved respect. Faith just looked bored at having to be here he thought.
"Oh, for f**k's sake," she comments as they hear those, those... sounds. Those shrieks, those screams of the she-devil from hell itself. Despite this, she finds herself mouthing the lyrics, quite against her will. She manages to stop long enough to hiss out, "I'm about this close to changing that f**king tune," as she gets close to the throne room. Luckily for... someone, she doesn't have to, and the music fades to the at least tolerable saxophone. Still not that great, but I'll take it over... *shudder*. Someone, somewhere, has one sick sense of humor.
She nods to the bar. "Come on, let's grab a drink before this whole shindig starts." It was only common sense that dignified functions be rendered more tolerable by the consumption of alcohol.
Spartan says nothing, just followed Faith to the bar and ordered a second of whatever Faith was ordering.
It is here Rust split off from the Triad to approach Rick. A lot had transpired in the past couple months, most of it Academic in one way or another. Xerxia was a boon for sure, Rust felt an Autumn might lend another veiw on things. “Mr. Pereg. I see your better half is missing.” Rust smiled at his joke and the gazed over the Revel. Neil and Alice were dancing on the floor, Rust idly wished he had a lover of his own, and not for the first time. On of those silly values of Spring. “Last Season you helped us all with your understanding of Pledgecraft. I'm embarrassed to admit I too do not fully understand our Court Pledge. Thank you for stepping out like that.” Rust felt was was being rather stuffy and self important. But how else do you graciously thank a person for their skill in formality?
"Also, You lead the Ash Run with great skill, once again. You did your Court well." Perhaps one day Rust would be speaking to an equal. But it was rash to decided the future before it happened. Sam payed for that mistake.
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