2020-10-25 Twin Calamities

Twin Calamities

Participants: Caroline_F Zinnia Clairine Court of Land's End

Storyteller: Soren

Location: Tongva Park, North Beach, Santa Monica

Date and Time: October 25th, 2020

Summary: Twin Chrysalis occurs in Santa Monica, resulting in pegasi jousting with biplanes and chimerical golems fighting each other.

Rakkan Ramen, Santa Monica.

It is a lovely restaurant with outdoor seating just across from Olympic dr from Tongva Park. A mere quarter mile up the road from Santa Monica's muscle beach gym. Soren and Caroline sit in outdoor seating with empty or nearly empty bowls in front of them. A hint of something is distinctly in the air, Glamour or the Dreaming being tugged at across the divide. A purple crackle of lightning through the clouds of an overcast sky pops up with narry a sound. The vagueness of warcries shouting at the edge of hearing? Something is rumbling unconstrained by banality in that park.

Coming from the direction of Santa Monica Pier, Clairine pauses just in front of Rakkan Ramen as that faint rumbling is heard in the distance. The blue-skinned morganed's emerald-green eyes almost flash as her curiosity is peaked and she looks up from the smartphone she was staring at and toward the cloudy sky. A quick glance is cast around moments later which leads her keen and unnatural gaze to sweep over Soren and Caroline in that outdoor seating area.

"....good to learn what's in the area, if we're going to be spending so much of our time here," Caroline continues, only halfway throug her meal. It would seem that the proper utensils for eating ramen are a relatively new experience for her, a skill which she's still mastering, and so she's far behind Soren in making her way through her pork and hasn't even touched her egg yet. There's a pause from her at the sudden crackle of lightning in the sky -- not a jump, no, but a frozen moment where she stares through the glass windowpanes, dripping noodles halfway to her mouth.

Clairine's gaze fixes on Caroline and Soren and she raises a hand toward them before stepping in to the outdoor seating area of the ramen restaurant. "Bonjour... hello?..." She begins in a voice that is heavy with a French accent that has been subdued by years of American television, "Did you both hear that in the air?" Her phone is clutched tight in her hand as she saunters over, summer dress billowing around her hips.

Soren is elbows upon the table and ladleing much scrumptious into his mouth before the crackle of purple lightning flashes across the sky and he'll just frown. "We're eating dinner, Caroline." Are they about to be imposed upon by Fae and all its demands? Probably. Calirine isn't the worst manifestation of Sidhe duty, but blonde eyebrows lift up at her arrival and the way she looks when one sees through the mists of the world. "Bonjour." His accent is American and he knows just that one word. "I felt it in the air. This is Caroline, Dame Tanwen. And I am Soren." Another crackle and a purple mist billows amongst the trees and crosses onto Olympic Dr towards them to stifle the minds of the Dreamers so they do not see. "We can get the ramen to go..." Oh, look! Another Kithain! There's no recognition on Caroline's face, none at all, but that blank look is quickly replaced with one of friendly familiarity. Best to pretend when out in public and encountering.... well, who knows what? Canting her head to one side, she strains to catch the edges of that distant sound. If her upswept ears were any longer, they would no doubt twitch from the effort, but such is not the way of the sidhe. "I think...," she starts, then trails off. Her voice lowers, the smile that she's plastered on never wavering as she asks, "Are you armed, mademoiselle? It sounds as though someone ought to be." Cobalt blue eyes flick to Soren. There's a nod. It's time to leave, clearly.

Clairine's expression turns to one that looks like a woman who knows she is imposing on someone else's dinner date. Her gaze flicks toward Olympic Drive as that second crackle erupts and she quickly murmurs, "Clairine Archambeau, Siren of the Sea. Captain, Sea Sprite." The appearance of that purple mist has her backstepping until she is somewhat positioned with Soren's chair and the table he shares with Caroline between herself and the street. "I am not armed, no, but I am in full agreement, Dame Tanwen!"

"I'm never armed, but I did bring Dame Tanwen....well everywhere." Soren's hand lifts up and waves towards the waiter who comes over just a touch puzzled. "We're going to need these to-go. Heres for the check." And the waiter is off to go pay for things and the like. Soren stands up slow and plucks his peacoat from the back of his chair to shrug himself into. "Oh, see? She is very good at introductions when I am lacking. I'm Soren Thorgaut, a resident of Thierry's Court which is right when you're standing, actually. Let me..go tell the waiter that we'll come back for our food." And he steps away as more lightning rips across the sky and soon a spot above the park is coalescing into a low cloud of purple mist to hang there. Caroline-who-is-also-Tanwen spends a few seconds longer considering Soren, her eyes narrowing as she comes to some conclusion just then. Whatever it is remains unspoken, but in that moment, she's clearly decided something. And then she pushes herself up to her feet, her chair scraping across the deck or the concrete or wherever it is that Rakkan Ramen has set up there outdoor tables. "An honor, Captain. Though if you'd kindly stay behind me....," she says, the chimerical sword hanging on her belt becoming plainly visible as she stands. "I'll try to keep anyone from getting hurt."

Clairine seems quite eager to follow Caroline-who-is-also-Tanwen's advice and she moves around until she is standing behind the sidhe. Though not fearful or timid, the green-haired kithain seems eager to remain within the safety provided by the other. The Siren peers over the other woman's shoulder at the purple mist that is starting to form in the air above the nearby park. "My siren's song can call on the wind. Perhaps that might be enough, ma dame?"

"A captain? Of an entire ship? Thats very interesting." Soren returns after a few minutes with his card being pushed back into his wallet and their food tucked away for their return...eventual return. Probable return. He pulls open the little gate, back and holds it open for Caroline to leave with him. "Maybe? We'll see first." Another crackle and the call of fresh and new Glamour embarks across Santa Monica. Then...then a second? Two sources of Glamour flickering in awareness of those of the Fae in the city. "It should keep.... people away." Humans. Mortals. She means mortals, but has kept the word from spilling from her lips in the middle of the restaurant, where even their low voices might be caught, heard, perceived as odd. "If it comes to it. I hope it doesn't," she replies after a moment's thought, which is followed by a sharp nod of thanks. And then she has her hand on the hilt of her still-sheathed blade and is moving with quick, purposeful steps towards the park - and towards the heart of the storm, whatever it is that might be causing it.

The French siren can't help but follow close behind the pair as they depart. "Oui... yes. The Sea Sprite is my ship. A catamaran docked in Marina Del Ray. I am forming a crew..." The latter is added in a distracted voice as Clairine focuses those keen emerald-green eyes of hers ahead of her companions and toward the park. Her voice is a musical tickle in Soren's ear when she leans in behind him to ask, "What do you think that is, Mister Soren?"

"It should. Or at the very least, keep them from being aware of just what is going on around here." Because something is clearly about to happen. A distraction rises, and Soren gets set to thinking for several long moments. "I do enjoy the water...." Ah, the Dane Viking Blood within Soren was roused by the discussion of the ship. "You two ready?" The kinain steps towards the sidewalk and lifts a hand to wave at the cars to indicate they're about to use the crosswalk. They need to be safe here!

Caroline nods the once at Soren's question, more hesitant to face the oncoming traffic than she is to face the storm, for whatever reason. "It doesn't sting the way the winds downtown do," she answers. Banality. She means it isn't some sort of horriffic storm of Banality blowing in off the water, like the glacier that dominates the tangled nest of freeways at the heart of the city. Bright eyes assess the clouds, the crackle of Glamour in the air. "A path might be opening. Maybe. Or...," she trails off, shaking her head.

As her question to Soren goes unanswered, Clairine merely purses her lips and follows along behind the other two. She spares a glance toward the traffic as it pauses at the crosswalk and then quickens her pace as she crosses the street. "And if it is something else entirely?"

Tongva Park. A mere quarter mile up the road from Santa Monica's muscle beach gym. A hint of something is distinctly in the air, Glamour or the Dreaming being tugged at across the divide. A purple crackle of lightning through the clouds of an overcast sky pops up with narry a sound. Another crackle and the call of fresh and new Glamour embarks across Santa Monica. Then...then a second? Two sources of Glamour flickering in awareness of those of the Fae in the city. Zinnia was certainly called to by this rising Chrysalis and its pair in the park and is approaching the location from the opposite side of the park.

After walking through the park, away from the Ramen restaurant. Everyone can look down into a slight valley where the playground equipment is, children are playing and adults are watching. Two boys seem to be about to be in a scuffle of some sort beneath a tree. Laid out in front of them is an arrangement of army men men upon a blanket. "Nobody cares about your hellenistic fantasies, Will." The blonde nearly spits the words across the way to Will, a boy about the same age and height as the other but with raven-black hair.

Caroline-who-is-also-Tanwen stands in a small group of Kith/n-ain at the peak of one of the park's path, hand on the hilt of her sword and her eyes scanning the cluster of people that are gathered down below, including the children playing in packs and pairs. Slowly, slowly, a look of recognition begins to dawn on her face. That recognition brings a spark of hope, but it's one shaded by caution. They're out in public, where far too many eyes can see. "....it's not a path opening. There would be....," she trails off. Nevermind. It isn't important. One slender finger points towards the children. "Can you feel it? A dream dance is about to begin. Chimera are going to flood this place, right out in the open."

Zinnia arrives in the area and looks around with wide eyes for the feeling she recognizes. She has her own rapier at her side, and looks rather nervous. Seeing Caroline, she'll move to walk towards her, to look at what she has spotted. "Dream dance? Ahh... then we need to protect the area?"

"What should we do, Dame?" Clairine's French accent is almost exaggerated as her excitement rises. She drops it to a whisper when she continues, "It must be one of those boys. Their imaginations!" The blue-skinned siren seems confident enough to move out from behind Soren and Caroline now. She steps out into view and scans the park in an attempt to account for everyone else that is present, and will be present, for what is to come.

"Maybe..." Soren seems quite willing to fall to the back of this small group gathering up. Brilliant pink and green and red hair women all ready to integrate themselves into whatever these imaginations are about to produce. The view of the boys is interrupted, purple mist gathering around one and then the other. To thicken and obscure vision entirely before buffeting out in a nova of mist to sweep down over the playground and through the trees. To sweep across the gathering of four Fae to do nothing to them.

"Jim. I don't give a care about your modern warfare nonsense. Pegasi and hoplites would clearly be the superior fighting force if they existed. "But they don't exist. Guns would be better than them anyways!" "We'll just see, won't we?" The words spoken manifest just so. Pegasi with hoplites and their javelins riding astride of them, to push up into the air. Biplanes buzzing loudly in the sky to turn in concert and be quite ready to strafe the Pegasi lifting into the sky against them. Plated armor knights stand ready, a plasticy-green color with remnants of their pressing sticking out in thin layers underneath sword pommels stand in formation atop horses behind Jim, the dark haired boy. A hoplite phalanx forming out of purple mist.../all around/ the present Fae. "Try to keep the area safe," Caroline answers, nodding to the pink-haired piskey, "because we have no idea what sort of creatures might be drawn here. And if it gets too dangerous, try to keep as many of the people here away from them as possible." At that, she looks to Clairine. "Your song could distract them, couldn't it? Draw them farther away if we need to? The dance is the dance, and there's nothing that any of us can do to quicken it along, or to keep it at bay for another place, another time." A beat. Flame-red brows furrow. "It should affect the new fa--," she cuts out, as the mist rolls in, wrapping them all up in the feverish dreams of two children. Now is the time to finally draw her sword.

Zinnia watches with wide eyes, waiting for what might happen, to happen. Looking over at Soren and then Caroline, she'll nod and then reaches for her rapier, pulling it out as she draws her sword, readying herself. "This seems like a battle, are we going to be put right in the middle?" She doesn't sound too positive about this, as in, it's not a real good idea to be inbetween two armies.

Clairine nods her head and moves off and around the two boys and away from the other three fae. There's a passing. curious glance toward Zinnia before the blue-skinned siren moves off in a direction that doesn't bring her directly toward the crowd on the other end of the park but instead brings her around them and toward a spot that might turn that crowd away from the boys. Once far enough, the siren begins to sing in a voice that is simply beautiful to the ears and seemingly not quite matching the pretty voice she spoke with before. Fae ears would be stirred by it's beauty but mortals are simply captivated by it's sound...

Soren is not at all happy to be jostled by chrysalis-adjacent plasticy green men attired in leather skirts and bronze armor. Will, the blonde boy, is dressed appropriately for his small army. Gleaming bronze blade tucked into his belt with a shield and bronze spear lowering to point towards the oncoming formation that is soon to charge. The weight of the golems around them leans forward to await the charge of knights.

Away from the fomenting battle, every single one of the mortals at the playground stands up, abandons their play or their phones to walk acrossthe way towards Clairine's clarion call of song. To circle around her and stare in awed reverie. Relief. Relief, short-lived though it may be, washes over Caroline's face not only at the sound of the morganed's song, but the way that the mortals move to crowd around Clairine to listen to her unparalleled voice. It should make the chaos of the battle easier to contain, if only they can keep the chimera from running loose and rampaging across the park when all is said and done. "Keep them from the streets if you can!," she calls to the others over the growing din, ready to defend against an oncoming charge if need be. l the mortals her way. She'll smile in appreciation, then turn back to Caroline, nodding at her as she says, "Okay!" Moving to another area, to try to help contain the chaos and defend, she also prepares herself.

Clairine's song is more vocal than lyrical, even if it sounds like there are words. Her emerald-green gaze almost shimmers with the caustic reflection of the ocean as she sings, despite the water being quite a distance away. The pretty sound invokes feelings of sunbathing on salty rocks with the warmth kissing one's damp skin. The smell of zesty saltwater might be smelled if it wasn't buffeted away by that glamorous purple mist. The siren looks from face to face as she begins to walk within the circle that has started to form around her as she continues that song in a lower, more relaxed voice once the last of the mortals has approached. She can keep this song going for as long as she needs to...

The mounted knights of Jim rear up before charging across the football field distance that seems to have grown between the two formations. The thunder of hoofbeats digs up clods of dirt and grass into the air behind them as the ground rumbles beneath the feet of the formation. Then the clash, spears inserting and digging furrows into the flanks of green horses and green knights and dismounting nearly two-thirds of the entire formation. The sound of the clash is loud within the formation and minimal space exists between Soren, Caroline and the green hoplites as they lean forward and shove against the invasion. They are entirely successful and narry a single hoplite falls to the lowered lances that splinter and rain down broken pieces of green plastic to clatter atop of armored shoulders around them.

Then the formation breaks to scatter over the downed Knights and try and finish them before they can stand. In front of Caroline and Zinnia are several knights gaining their feet, beyond them the few mounted knights remaining are circling around to try and form up again for another charge.

There is a brief moment when the red-headed sidhe becomes nothing more than a blur caught out of the corner of the eye -- a whirl of steel and shimmering gold armor, moving at a speed that is, frankly, entirely inhuman. At a speed which is entirely misjudged, by the look of it. All in the rush of only a few heartbeats, she sees one of those knights come charging in to strike at Soren and darts to thrust her blade between them, to catch that green knight's attention and draw his attack onto her. She doesn't strike true, but thank the fates, she misses Soren, too. And leaves herself open for an ugly, ugly blow right across the back that clangs loudly against her gleaming armor. "Run," she grunts out to Soren between clenched teeth. "Run!"

Soren is holding the remnants of a Knight's shield in his hands...with both hands. He was certainly hoping that Caroline's sword would catch and divert the attack upon him. Unfortunately not, he takes the blade onto the shield and it gets ripped aside and out of his hands. "Running is a good idea!" And he does, he dips beneath a return swing and dashes towards the phalanx forming up again to be in its interior.

A Green Knight stands tall and rains down on Caroline and Zinnia both! Plastic flails thudding against Sidhe Plate upon Caroline's back, and a flail digging up dirt beside Zinnia's feet.

Zinnia pulls a long stick out of her hair, it's beautiful, entwined with ivy with a rose at the end. She uses it like a magic wand and flicks it towards the onrushing horses, a ball of energy appearing and zapping towards them. The magic missing lands on their plastic armor, and gets deflected to the ground sadly. She'll frown and then looks at the others, backing up and runs along with the others, trying to stay close.

Having Soren out of the fray seems to make all of the difference in the world, at least for Caroline's ability to focus on defending herself, rather than the retreating Kinain. There's a look of raw, naked anger that comes over her face like a sudden thunderclap. She spins on her heel with that same frightening speed. There isn't a clang, but a sickenin 'thwack' sound as she cuts into the Green Knight, her blade coming out clean the other side. Another blur, and she's fending off the strike of a plastic sword.

Caroline's Knight takes an umpfhing attack rather easily that leaves a non-bleeding green plastic arm on the ground and a leg nearly severed. It sways in place before beginning to fall over. The other Knight is just as stunned to see his sword parried away by her strike and moves to stand between her and Zinnia! Zinnia, who just got winged atop of the shoulder with a heavy plastic ball to stumble her aside a few steps.

As they're continuing their running fight, Zinnia somehow manages to avoid getting hit again, somehow. She's throwing shots with her wand as she looks behind her, to aim at the knight following her. She gets one, then two good shots on him, causing it to be seriously damaged. Plastic didn't help it that time!

It is a long, grueling, and ugly fight -- the sidhe knight in all of her gleaming gold trying to beat back the assault of two men at once. Even after one has been badly mangled by her blade. Eventually she slows, whatever it was that had granted her that impressive, impossible speed fading away and leaving Caroline with nothing but hard earned skill. It's only after she's taken several brutal blows that she finally strikes the second 'man' down, having given little ground in the process. You paged V with 'finishing running a thing'. Two knights have their appendages lobbed off quite efficiently by the Sidhe with the Gleaming Red Hair with Gleaming Plate! The other...is burnt, melted, as if a giant magnifying glass pointed down at it from the sky and melted it in a pile of goo that still tries to hobble feebly about after hoplites. The opportunity is now to note the havoc that has been wrought. The whine of a biplane with tattered wings chug-chug-chugging chimerically in the sky only to splat and melt into fog as it nosedives into the playground. There are still plentiful amounts of dogfights going on, and scattered stabbings between plastic constructs. And two boys shoving at each other as they fall to the ground, to wrestle over a single dark blade that is clutched tightly in the grip of Jim at the moment.

The fight raged on around them, but sparse enough not to interfere with the pair's movements. Jim and Will have just toppled onto the grind with all four hands trying to wrench a black blade of clearly chimerical origins from each other's grasps. "I pulled it! Its mine!" This may have just been what sparked off this chimerical chrysalis tussle, pulling the blade. The dark haired lad manages to find his feet with said black blade and holds it with tip pointed low towards his brother.

Bruised and a bit bloodied from that ugly, ugly fight, Tanwen heaves out a sigh of relief as the battle begins to clear -- and the her cobalt-blue eyes sweep over the park, looking first for those who'd been with her, and then for the source of the dream-dance. Soren. Zinnia. Clairine. Are they all in one piece? No one leaking anything crucial or missing important bits? That's her immediate concern, but only a few seconds later, it shifts to the children. Eyes widen at the sight of one of the pointing the blade at the other. "STOP!," she calls out, with as much volume in her voice as she can muster.

Zinnia is mostly just bruised, quite a bit. Those plastic knights were not cool, not cool at all. She's brushing at her arm gently, where a particularly large bruise is and looks around, her own vibrant green eyes falling on the boys about to fight one another. She'll wince and then looks at Tanwen, and Soren, stepping forward after a moment, her wand still in her hand but not pointed up.

Soren is off in the midst of a Phalanx, so many shields and spears around him that he seems relatively safe for the moment. Zinnia and Caroline's approach to the children gets only noted a moment. Jim lifts the blade up with gleaming eyes and ears growing to poke out of his wild dark mop of hair. Terror. Dread. That sinking feeling of impending doom and demise seems to settle into the pit of everyone's stomach closest to him.

Watching with wide eyes, Zinnia will follow Tanwen as she uses her authoritative voice and demeanor against the kids. She'll stand a bit straighter and follow her, if just to add more bodies to lend to her authoritativeness. She'll keep her wand in hand, but look at the boys as sternly as she can.

"Lord and Baron?" Jim says towards Tanwen, rather dubiously. "You dare invoke someone elses name..well..uh. I'm /King/ of Tongva Park!" Jim decides immediately, while Will is scrabbling backwards with a large scowl onto his face. "We're not playing Harry Potter, lady. You can't mix universes like this!" "The only sovereign of these realms are Queen Aeron and High King David, which you are most decidedly not, boy," Tanwen retorts, arching one red brow at the pair of them. The Harry Potter reference may be lost on her, or she may simply be ignoring it. Besides, in her gleaming golden armor, she hardly looks like a wizard in their House robes. "And this is not a game. Look around you and you'll see this is no longer pretend. You've made your argument into a battle, and spilled blood in the process. You'll spill more if you keep at it. That sword you're holding is very real." Zinnia will remain quiet at this point, but she'll emphasize Carline's words with nods, trying to impress upon the children that the game is turning deadly. She'll rub her bruised arm and look at them a bit pathetically. "Of course its just play. Mostly. Will?" Jim calls out to his brother as the sword points lower and lower to the ground. Both of them have doubled in beauty and grown the stereotypical ears of a Sidhe. Will is still scrambling back but is gaining his feet. The chilled glow about the blade fades and Will doesn't run. Pegasi in the sky and biplanes that have dug furrowed into the ground begin to dissolve into purple mists, with landscape settling back into place. "Will?"

You paged Phantasmavore with 'Will and Jim twin sidhe boys should be ready to present to Thierry sometime soon. The scene is ending shortly.'. Bright eyes flick briefly to Zinnia, as if the pink-haired piskey may be somewhat more convincing -- or as though Tanwen expects that there may be some reaction to seeing two newly Chrysalized sidhe childlings at the center of all of this. Or... no, no, that isn't it. She's looking from Zinnia to the boy that looks like he might flee. It's the one with sword in hand that she speaks to. "No, it's not." Slowly, a bit stiffly from her bruised and battered ribs, the knight lowers herself to one knee. "Take a good look -- at your friend, at mine, at me. None of this is your imagination, and you're lucky you've not really hurt each other in your scrambling over that thing. Only terrified him, with magic you don't yet understand and may not even realize you've cast on him."

Watching what is going on, Zinnia looks concerned and then adds to Caroline's voice , "Yes, why don't we ... calm down, just calm..." She'll hold out a hand and then concentrates, green is seen, flowers? a ring? She's trying to do something to calm the boy down.

Jim is still frowning at Caroline, and past Caroline towards Zinnia who definitely doesn't have pink hair for him. Shes got his mother's dark hair and stern eyes that help settle the boy. Will is still wracked with dread wringing through his stomach before vines push out of the dirt in a wide circle around him from Zinnia's cantrip. Vines growing and wreathing together until bloom after bloom of pink roses explode into blossom and the young boy stands up.

"You cheated!" Will shouts to Jim, "I didn't have a sword like that." He is looking too, towards Will and towards the other gathered Fae. Thats when all the constructs and called chimerical creatures fade. The flood of free glamour in the air begins to subside and both kids reach up in twin gestures to pull at their ears. "Whats going on?"

"You've woken up into a world of magic." Now that it seems unlikely that the pair of boys will be tearing each other apart or stabbing one another with that sword, her stern demeanor begins to slip away. "And can see the secret places and hidden worlds that others can't. That you're a part of and have had tucked away inside you all along," Tanwen offers, her voice softening, becoming gentler. Reaching up to peel off her helm, she pauses for a moment, shaking out her hair. She has those same pointed ears, the same ethereal, alien beauty the boys do. She is, at least to those who can see the Dreaming and its denizens, Decidedly Not Human. "It's alright to be afraid, but I promise you, Miss Zinnia and I are here to help you now." Zinnia smiles as she sees the flowers bloom and she'll calm down herself. When the boys calm, she'll relax and smile gently at them. "Yes, definitely we are here to help. It's all very magical." Literally. She's not as ethereal at Caroline, but she is 'cute' and she'll give a dimpled smile to the boys.

Soren can wander up now that all the bad guys on both sides are gone. He looks quite well dirtied up, probably a fall or two into the grass or dirt. "Soo...now what?" Jim goes over to Will, standing in the faerie circle, to reach up and futz up his hair some. The pair do look a lot alike, aside from the coloration. Same cheekbones and jaws. "We aren't afraid! We're just a bit confused-Yeah!"

Soren catches up to the group and nudges a foot at the wreath of roses. "Did I miss most of the fun?"

Ohhh, the look that comes over Tanwen's face at that assurance. She's a Gwydion, after all, and she knows when people are lying -- even if that lie is nothing more than a bit of bluster and bravado from frightened children. One corner of her mouth quirks upwards. "My name is Dame Tanwen Cadogan ni Gwydion, and I am a knight of the lands that you're in. You'll find in the days to come that there are far more people that look like they've come from story books and fairy tales living here, and that's because that's exactly what they are - fae. Like you are. But most people can't see that. They only see the disguises that hide us away." But a moment later and she's looking up, up from where she's still on one bent knee, to Soren. Relief washes over her in a wave. "Thank the fates," she breathes.

Zinnia grins when Soren nudges her wreath of roses. "Well, the over-fun, is over, I think." She'll look to the boys again and then to Tanwen, her attention falling on the boys with a gentle smile, "Look around..", she'll say. "It's all so very interesting...." She'll even point at her own pointed ears to show them.

Soren reaches up to waggle his absolutely not pointed ears at the twins himself. Oh. He is definitely the oddo ne out here and now. He'll frown back at Caroline. "C'mon, I'm too handsome to die." Which is a very bad tagline. Honest.

Dame Tanwen and Zinnia of the Roses will be the primary pair to walk the two all of the mile and a half to Land's End's castle to bother Thierry with them in a very 'hello, these are proble yours now' type of move.