[Ostara MAIN] Hail the Dawn

Spring. This....really wasn’t his type of thing. Not the party, nor the season. The former? Well not even the military balls in Moscow were a big thing for the Ogre. As for the Season, it was something rarely experienced in the near ever tundra of Russia. The behemoth pulled at his hooded, gray vest, gray vest. Being his size, clothing was a pain in and of itself. Underneath he wore a long sleeved white dress shirt that had the sleeves rolled to his elbows, ivory tattooed forearms on display. He neglected a tie as he never had anyone show him how to tie one. 

The face of this particular Ogre resembled a Hannaya mask with a prominent lower jaw. Two tusks stuck up from said jaw and each had a bracelet around them red and white. It was not his fault they did not fit his wrists. His eyes were two black pits and the entirety of the face was set in a look of enraged loss, a strange mixture for certain. This was his first interaction with the Freehold as a whole. He hoped to make a good impression. In his pocket, as he was told was required, was a carnation seed, the flower of his beloved homeland. 

‘I need to find Monarch’ he thought to himself, looking to the name he had written on his palm in a permanent marker. ‘Lucas.’


Maks quickly scanned the area to locate the unseen Monarch based on what he had heard. 


The Soviet began making his way towards his target.

As if on summon, a white-suited changeling of unicorn mein and vibrant Spring mantle waltzed over to Bella, smiling wide and warm.

"Good evening! Are you finding everything alright?"

A fancy sunday glass containing the remnants of a cream soda float was passed from their right hand to their left, so they could extend the offer of a handshake.

"My name is Agrippa- I'm one of the hosts here."

Their expression, tone, and drink were all competing fiercely to be the sweetest thing in a mile radius, it would seem.

Agrippa took the wave and greeting as an invitation to slide up to the main bar alongside Bella.

The Pale Dragon, dressed as she was in her iridescent get up flowed from the bar, closing the distance between herself and Archie. Her expression was one of slight surprise.

"Did you need something, Archie?" she asked.

Riley crossing the party spies two of the fellow hosts, Archie and Ivory. The moth raised an eyebrow as they approached. The two seemed in good enough spirits.

"Evenin' seems to be going well. Hello Archie, you look sharp as ever" The Twilight dancer leaned in, giving their friend and manager a kiss on the cheek.

"Can't stay; Dani and I are looking for Linden. Doing the rounds," They beamed their smile almost as bright as their own glow.

"play nice, you two" Riley then fluttered back towards Dani.

"I think I saw Linden this way. You goin' to indulge in the blacklight paint? It is edible."

Fire is kind of excited as they get on the move. They wind up in front of Archie, who she waves to, "Sup." She actually smiles, which is a major improvement. She likes Archie, but she also likes to give him a hard time. 

She also gives Ivory a smile and a wave. She'd have to note to hang out with her at some point. 

"Edible paint, huh? Well, I'm not a very good artist. Perhaps if you've got a delicate hand on you, you could paint me like one of your French girls," she gives Riley a wink and laughs a bit. It's weird being so openly flirty, but she's enjoying it. It's being open, out, free - isn't that what it means to be an elemental?

Still, she looks around trying to spot Linden, curious where they could be hiding.