[D1-EE] Crawdad Boil [Social Thread]

[Craig Walker]

She picked up his drink- or was it hers?- and took a deep swallow. "But what is it that they know? Aren't you a little bit nosy? Something isn't sitting well, isn't that weird?" She idly ran a fingerpad over his palm, tracing where she'd healed him.

The questions illicited another shrug from the big man, his palm twitched a little under her fingers as she traced his palm. He reached up with that hand and put a thick finger under her chin using it to tilt her head up to look into his eyes. The glowing orange peering at her with no small amount of affection and amusement "I don't know what they know, all I know is that right now I have a good drink, good food, good music and a cute girl in my lap that seems in need of a good distraction."

With that he stood picking her up and setting her softly down on her feet. He took a step toward the dance floor and extended his hand to her.

[Gray]

Gray's tail droops a little as he waits for Dily to catch up. "Awww, I thought you were going to chase me"

[Dilyéhé]

Gray's tail droops a little as he waits for Dily to catch up. "Awww, I thought you were going to chase me"

"Oh." Dily said plainly, as if she had been reminded of something very simple. "Yes, I can do that."

Big eyes became smaller and rounder, the antlers shrinking down to upstanding and tall ears covered in light brown fur. Her nose wrinkled as it caught in all the scents in a different way now, wiggling and moving up and down. Much smaller now but still bigger than a housecat, the hare-formed changeling hopped forward to follow Gray.

She stopped to fuss with one of her ears for a moment, then she seemed ready.

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Glamour spent

[Gray]

"Eeeeeee!" Gray is unable to hide the squeal of glee and breaks into a run, glancing back at Dily as he starts to run.

[Eliza Stardust]

It was a delectable fear; or would have been if she could've taste it the way she tasted the fears of others. But it was a very humanizing fear nonetheless. The kind which might melt the image of an ice queen, to reveal what was hidden by that armor of frost they used to separate themselves from the world.

One might swear some of the few still-not-undone stitches that once held her mouth shut, strained against the growing smile her mouth was twisting into. It didn't quite turn into a grin; and on anyone else it might've still seemed little more than the lightest of such expressions; but it was certainly noticeable to Eliza; whose fear was... changing.

"Those in de Autumn Court," Samantha said, and something about that word might make winter's heartbeat skip, "we are never free of de fear. No one is, Belle. We just... make it our own, oui?"

For the moment it was not her sister finding out that was Eliza's greatest fear. No.

It was the Autumn Court.

The Autumn Court whose courtiers were all around... in the season within which they reigned.

As one of Elizas longest held fears was changed, it was like someone had turned the light on the room. The spotlight was on her, and in the shadows blew the reddened leaves of terror. She was acutely aware of every sound around her.

Autumn court

It was whispered in her ear, and her frozen heart was gripped with terror. The one thing that kept her in balance was broken; Autumn was here. It surrounded her, circled her like wolves circling an injured deer in the snow. She took a step back, shoving the doll that had been pressed so close to her as hard as she could away from her, the temperature around her dropping even further, but while her hands were shaking it wasn't the cold causing it. It was the doll, the mantle of autumn on her features like a crown. Eliza's eyes, normally emotionless, had adopted a more insane look to them, displaying the instability of the girl in the face of her deepest fear.

"Stay...stay away from me. Or...Or else" the girl had barely whispered as she quickly began to back away, knocking into a few people as she did so, causing drinks to spill before she turned and fled into the crowds, and the safety of the mix of seasons.

[Samantha Hayne]

The Lost were such a fickle bunch at times. Who could really say what had happened to the girl who suddenly shoved Samantha out of the way? Some might think it rude to put hands on her like that. Some might take offense. But not Samantha, who of course knew exactly what had elicited the response. She was forced back a pace or two, and nearly tumbled over as it took very little to move such a tiny creature. But she mostly seem unfazed by the sudden outburst. Then again, she seemed unfazed about most things in general.

She walked after Eliza, cocking her head in a facsimile of feigned curiosity.

"Co faire, Belle? What's wrong?"

[Mirachaya]

Some of the visiting Changelings murmured among themselves as Eliza ran through. Those splattered with drinks did more than murmur, but a local Spring changeling rose his hand to calm the impending outburst.

[Dilyéhé]

"Eeeeeee!" Gray is unable to hide the squeal of glee and breaks into a run, glancing back at Dily as he starts to run.

She gave chase, though it was probably an odd thing to see a hare chase a cat.

As a commotion took place, Dily stopped, ears perked up and nose wiggling attentively. "Something is happening...?"

[Gray]

Gray stops cold and pricks his ears, and expands his senses. "I felt something earlier...maybe..."

He doesn't know quite what he is looking for, but he tries to keep his senses open, both to uncover anything normal...or sorcerous.

[Lily Heartzler]

Lily flowed from table to table, engaging in many conversations but never for very long. She stopped to sing for a table who seemed bored, wanting everyone to be entertained for then the atmosphere would be even higher. The small group clapped and cheered and she did a little bow before moving to her next conversation. She enjoyed this party, good food and lots of people around. She flirted as easily as breathing, catching the eye of many as she past by. Always winking and smiling at anyone she catches checking her out. Many approached but none held her interest for very long. She stopped to watch some shows of strength, cheering nice and loud at every win, as she has had plenty to drink at this time. She finds the dance floor and joins in on a group dancing. As someone alone at a party, she never seemed alone. Quick to join in on conversations and to make new friends just to find the next group. She was having a pretty good time. She stopped by the bar for another drink, laughing at nothing and smiling sweetly.

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