(1206) Summer Coronation

**Katrin Byeli** · Jul 4th, 2012 12:43 PM

"Yebo vsey, yest syezno," replied Katrin with a little smirk. "It is good to see you back in town, yes?" She motioned for Nightfall to take a seat at her table, her own Mantle unchanged by the Dawn Courtier's.

Harvey just gave the Polychromatic a nod, his facial expression remaining stoic as usual. The Shadowsoul's Mantle was challenged by that of the returning Fairest, changing slightly due to the former Archer's presence. The Sun Banisher's stark and subtle Mantle, flaring up with a cold unforgiving wind around him.

**Tally Benoit** · Jul 4th, 2012 03:04 PM

Tally notices Heath and returns the wave. She is mostly picking at the remains of her meal, she still has room but she is trying to figure out what she wants to do once she finishes what remains. Should she try mingling again or should she go for a second helping after getting another drink. Choices, choices...

Jul 4th, 2012 05:44 PM

As Anya contemplated how next to make Rook squirm - in the most playfully affectionate way possible of course, her attention snapped to the approaching Blightbent. She was quite sure that she had seen the other woman around, although had not gotten the chance to speak to her.

Last time, the cake had gotten in the way.

Her sharp gaze slipped casually up and down, but the Draconic did seem to be making a sort of attempt at not being intimidating. It was more difficult than it looked.

Her lips quirked sharply upward.

Someone who knows what they want. How refreshing.

"-If you pass his tests," the Draconic added, to Rook's remark.

**Vassagon** · Jul 4th, 2012 11:17 PM

Seeing the man with Larry wave him over, Heath obediently hobbles over, feeling eager for more conversation, his manner upbeat.

Heath enters their side thread

Jul 5th, 2012 04:33 PM

Lou thanked the Chatelaine as he departed before turning his attention to the gathering of Lost before him. He strode proudly into the center of the room and scanned for who would be important - in particular, the Summer-King to be, and the other officers of the freehold. There was no way to tell for certain who was who, but at the least, he would get a sense of who was around.

Eventually, it was the heat of summer emanating off of Rook that caught his attention. The summer Courtier's Mantle reminded him somewhat of his time in Arcadia... but such thoughts he quickly dismissed from his mind. He approached the Metalflesh with confidence and waited a moment for him to complete his response to the other newcomer before speaking.

"Hello there, " he spoke in a grumbling (yet somehow elegant) voice. "I'm also a new arrival - just off the bus in fact. I'd like to become a part of this Freehold. I am... Lou."

He smiled a toothy smile and held out his hand in greeting.

Jul 5th, 2012 08:35 PM

Mal entered the Commons, literally following her nose to the freehold gathering, looking somewhat scruffier than she had for the Spring do a few weeks previous. The short-sleeved button-down shirt looking a little more rumpled, and a little less white. Her hair was growing out again, and while a lot of the stubbly fur growth had been beaten back, she was sporting a number of nicks and scratches that suggested they had not gone quietly. Sleeping rough was not conducive to keeping up appearances after all.

It had only been as the sun began to slip from the sky that she had realised the date, and it's significance in the life of a Freehold. The longest day had snuck up on her, and that meant a coronation. And that meant ~~Mrs. R's cooking~~ the... erm opportunity to mark the passing of the seasons, to meet with her fellow Lost, to win friends and influence people... Yeah...

She wrinkled her nose in distaste. There was a faint, lingering odour of sewage hanging in the air.

Oh those crazy Others. A stank elemental. Charming.

She closed her eyes in concentration, digging for some of that primal lupine creature that was a part of her now, that would have been able to tell who was issuing the smell, which manhole they had crawled out of, and what they had had for breakfast in a heartbeat. Peeking with one eye when revelation was not exactly forthcoming, her eyes alighted on the rather diseased looking victim of an explosion in a Hot Topic warehouse conversing with Rook and Anya, who was sporting a rather obvious Gas Mask. That should probably have been a clue.

Figuring she would have worn breathing gear as well if she smelled like that, somewhat disappointed she would appear to be avoiding Rook, the closest thing to a friend she had made thus far, Mal made efforts to distance herself from the odiferous trail - seeking to drown the lingering scent from her mind with the sweet, sweet smell of the roasting hog. There should be a Law against the things the sight of all this meat was doing to her stomach... and with any luck, there would be no choco-cinnamon interludes this time to ruin her appetite... or dragons. That would be nice...

Jul 5th, 2012 09:27 PM

Jez, Rook, Anya and Lou move Here.

Jul 7th, 2012 02:51 PM

Serreth shook his head as he entered the Four Seasons. He wasn't normally the sort to be late and he was furious with himself for being so. He had dressed, as he always did for formal occasions, in a plain black suit, white shirt, small black bow-tie.

He glanced around and spotted Terri Nutkins and Rick Pereg Lesingnon . He made his way over.

"Greetings, sorry to bother to bother you, I was hoping I could have a word before things got started?"

**Anubite25** · Jul 8th, 2012 09:25 AM

Stripes sauntered in, for a changeling not used to parties and social events he certainly seemed to be making a habit of showing up fashionably late. Though that may have been more to trying to make himself presentable, his recent hedge exploring has left his fur matted in a few places despite his best efforts to even it out. He's still wearing the button-up shirt and slacks, the only 'nice' clothes he owns (and still without a tie).

At the very least he's freshly showered and his hair is combed, the whispers of his mantle are swirling conspiratorially around him. Still unintelligible but no less eerie than usual. Entering he can't help but notice how his tardiness has worked against him: most of the other changelings he knows are already involved in conversations of their own.

Stripes pauses nervously at the door, but the scent of the food reaches him. Coronations, Court Gatherings, all manner of other parties always meant food for the young tiger and he makes his way toward the buffet. Maybe it's that thought that's helping him seem a bit more comfortable than usual around the others, or perhaps he's actually getting used to them. Maybe a combination of the two as he approaches the food and starts helping himself to something to snack on.

The sight of the roasted pig is what really draws his eye, naturally, and he barely manages to keep from drooling at the smell. He can't help but notice the other hunterheart (@Greebs) also admiring the pig.

"So...Looks good, doesn't it?" The tiger asks, attempting to initiate some small talk.

Jul 8th, 2012 07:42 PM

Mal blinked, and pricked up her ears, as a strange, niggling flurry of indecipherable whispers tickled the edge of her conciousness, like an itch she couldn't scratch. An itch on her Brain.

She cast a sidelong glance to her left, carefully appraising the hulking anthropomorphic kitty-cat at her side. A Tiger was a stern foe indeed. But at least not one that left her outclassed in so dire a fashion as a damn Dragon. Apex-predator to Apex-predator, her instincts were inclined to consider him Competition, rather than a near-apocalyptic threat. Not that she was much concerned with her animalistic instincts thought of him at this moment in time. They weren't freaking out and dragging her conciousness kicking and screaming into reflexive action, that left her free to ponder the differences between the neat, even hybridisation of animal and human, compared to her own, irritating mongrel half-job. She crossed her arms to scratch dejectedly at stubble-ridden elbows.

"If Mrs.R doesn't cut into this thing soon, I'll be forced to take matters into my own hands." she joked, breaking the moment of introspective silence.

"Mal," she introduced herself curtly, wiping her right hand off against her skirt a few times, before offering it in greeting.

(1206) Summer Coronation

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