The Fallen Fair 2014

[Whisper]

"I reap what I sow." The words came easily enough, but he couldn't help but weigh the connotations behind it as he stepped into the Hedge. It brought the faces of his friends to the forefront of his mind, along with the weight of sadness and the fear of what he had become in order to survive.

Maredrauga stood still for a moment, once through the gate. The thoughts and feelings fled, replaced by the habit of scanning his surroundings for danger. The rational part of him knew everything was fine, but his experience in captivity had changed him.

Maredrauga caught sight of Morgan . He unconsciously shoved his hand into his pocket, reaffirming that the red ribbon was still there. Feeling the texture, he withdrew his hand and continued his search.

When his eyes caught sight of Terri , his hand patted another pocket to make sure that the parchment of paper was still safe and sound. He could feel the pamphlet, and his eyes continued on their search.

The Autumn Queen was hard not to notice. While Maredrauga did not originally intend the last to be a gift, he knew in that moment where the third of his crafts should go. With how everything had played out that night he owed her just as much as the other two, and knew that in her lot of life she would see it put to good use.

Maredrauga drew in a deep breath as his irrational search for danger ended. He reached back into the pocket with the ribbon and glanced back over to Morgan as he moved over to join her and Sam.

[Gregory]

Gregory wears a jacket torn in the back where wings poke through, folded against his back. Gregory stoops so low that his hands almost brush against the grass as the Gargoyle makes his way across the lawn of Edna's Boarding House. His clothes are unwashed and he exudes an odor that suggests his baths take place in rain showers and lake water. His eyes, set far apart, observe the Victorian building before him. Perhaps he has found this place because of markers of hospitality or he has simply wandered to its doorstep. Either way he notices it and notices the tent out back.

Approaching Emma cautiously he stands a ways from her in perfect stillness for a moment before making his greeting. At her instruction he realizes that he has been given a key to a gateway, repeating the phrase in a raspy voice after closing his eyes inside the tent.

The Gargoyle appears at the Fallen Fair. He stands there, unmoving, perhaps for longer than one would believe comfortable or possible, still as a statue. His eyes move though, flickering to the various forms and Mantles that are emitted by the Hedge Garden's occupants. Plants, foods, sights, smells. Like a Goblin Market, but he saw no Hobgoblins here, only Changelings, like himself.

Breaking his pose, Gregory dashes swiftly to the center of the garden where the stone table sits laden with food, oddly spry for a statue. He circles around Lucy Morgan in his rush and stands beside Coco , Antonio Escobar , & Catherine Brume as he looks over the spread of food. The smell is exquisite to his senses and he cannot help but to start gorging himself on the assortment.

  Identify Goblin Fruit

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-10-07 15:53:48		Gregory rolls 6 to identify Goblin Fruit [INT+Occ] (10 Again)		8, 6, 6, 7, 8, 3		2 successes

[Tally Benoit]

Tally walks away from Ms Jasons table, heading to her right to tour the tables in that direction. She notices that more Changelings have arrived as she moves towards the next table.

Tally rejoins main thread

[Gregory]

Gregory freezes in place as he realizes he is being spoken to. Slowly he turns his head towards the ferret girl, chewing slower but no less hungrily. "Most rarely do," responds the Gargoyle between bites, his voice a gurgling rasping thing even without the food stuffed in his cheeks. After swallowing down what was in his mouth, Gregory smiles widely, at least it seems like a smile.

Gregory & Tessa continue here

[Dark Passenger]

So everyone here is perfectly comfortable? Everyone knows each other already? Everyone who steps in behind her also immediately gets into nice conversations? Lucy feels really lost. Had she secretly hoped for a welcome committee? Perhaps. More than the password-girl, that is. After two minutes of scanning all the groups of changelings she decides to just step up to some people.

Cause I ain't just a campfire to sit and chill around.

And by slowly letting all the mantles work in on her, as she walks around, she should be able tell who's the right company. There seem to be hardly any Silent Arrows around. Though Winter Courtiers are always hard to find, she could easily miss them among all the stronger Summer and Autumn mantles. Ah well. It's not like she's opposed to meeting others.

Most conversations are sort of crowded already, sorry! But Lucy is joining Milo, Degnar and Finn

[Malcolm Green]

Green stands alone and apparently aloof at the table laden with food. He's currently drinking punch and watching events as they transpire from the lofty heights only a Giant can aspire to. He's drinking punch. Again.

Posting back in main thread as his conversation has finished.

[Changeling ST]

After making his temporary dedication to the freehold, the rakish Troll moved away from the table of the Queen and took note of several interesting sights. However, it was the varied and interesting weapons on display at the table of Summer's Hunter of the Longest Day that caught his particular eye.

Shiny! Tony thought as he sauntered over to have a closer look, noting how @Marcus Evan was elsewhere. He made sure to keep his hand's in his pockets for now. Last thing he wanted was to be accused of stealing.