Log:Swearing In Waverly

Swearing In Waverly
"I'm here on Sage business."
Participants Ashe and Waverly	2017.11.07 Ashe swears Waverly into the Freehold as two Autumn's meet.
Location Stoneheart
Waverly is a fairly non-descript young woman of average height and slender build. She has dark hair and typically wears glasses. Her blue eyes, which seem slightly enlarged, bear a faint witchlit glow. She's quite pale... ghostly pale, even. Darkling is quite a likely bet here. Her voice is on the lower side. Waverly tends to dress casually, favouring leggings and boots paired with long sweaters and shirts. Waverly has a way of blending into the background. Her mantle bears the crisp scent of autumn air and an earthy scent reminiscent of grave dirt. Ashe is known to be between the Wayhouse and Stoneheart most nights to deal with pledging and with Crown business. Tonight she was at Stoneheart in the Broken Hearth. She's currently wandering around, talking to a bat that's flying around her head, "No, we're going to wait to eat till later." she chuckles as she looks up to the bat. Her black and silver eyes flick up to the top of the cavern to make sure the large bat dragon hasn't unfurled at the mention of food. Waverly makes her way to the broken hearth, her witch-lit eyes taking in various details of her surroundings. The crystals. The bat. The woman. Waverly makes no attempt to be stealthy on her way to visit the Autumn Ruler; that would be rude. Waverly's even made an attempt to dress up; her long, long brown hair is wound into a bun, she has a pretty blouse with a tie in the front, and so on. She raises one slender hand in Ashe's direction to hail her. "Hullo." Waverly's mantle is barely there, especially when compared to the Autumn Queen's. A whiff of crisp autumn air and grave dirt, that's all. Ashe gives a look over when she hears the greeting and that stitched smile on her face grows bigger and her hand raises in greeting, "Good evening." she greets. "Come on up. We're just wandering for the moment." she tells Waverly. "How can we help you this evening?" she asks. Waverly glances from Ashe to the bat creature and back. Coming to a halt a couple of yards away from Ashe, the Darkling bows at the waist. "I am Waverly West, newly arrived in town. I am here on Sage business and plan to stay for a time. I would like to pledge to the Hold, please." Uvall gives a look up to Apollyon, who hasn't moved yet, thankfully. Then then the little black vampire bat with the red eyes flits around the top of Waverley's head. Just curious, "It's a good name." he states. Ashe gives a look to Uvall and then to Waverley, "He's just a curious thing is all." she assures her. "It's nice to meet you, Waverley. I'm Ashe Whelan. Monarch for the season." she introduces herself. "Before I pledge you. Have you met with a Waykeeper and been read the laws?" she asks. Waverly inclines her head, clasping her hands before her. "I have met Mister Moreau and have been read the laws, yes. I assume he contacted you?" Ashe gives a look to her phone, "He might have missed me right as I was coming into the Hedge. We have that sort of luck." she muses at that. "Just want to make sure that it has happened." she admits. "And if you are ready, you just need to repeat after me." she tells her. Ashe does give her a few minutes and then begins, "I pledge my time, my talents and my fealty to Fate's Harvest. I swear that I no longer serve the Fae, nor will I while this promise stands; that while I am under its protection I will obey the principles and bylaws of the Fate's Harvest Freehold as ratified by Monarch and Council, in return for the support and safety they provide. May I perish in exile, should I be forsworn." Waverly's head bobs yet again on her long, swanny neck. "I pledge my time, my talents, and my fealty to Fate's Harvest," she repeats. "I swear that I no longer serve the Fae, nor will I while this promise stands; that while I am under its protection I will obey the principles and bylaws of the Fate's Harvest Freehold as ratified by Monarch and Council, in return for the support and safety they provide." Waverly finishes up with, "May I perish in exile, should I be forsworn." And it is done. The weight of the pledge settles over Waverly's shoulder's and there's a smile from Ashe once it's concluded. Then the Black Apple pulls a pin from her pocket and hands it to her, "A token of my appreciation for swearing during the season." she tells her. "Welcome to Fate's Harvest, Waverly." she tells her with a smile. Waverly takes the pin, turning it between her fingers. There's a little twitch of the corners of her lips in a smile. "Thank you," she replies. She tucks the pin into a pocket, at least for now. "I mentioned being here on Sage business - I am a member of the Lord Sages of the Unknown Reaches. My specialty is in ghosts and the Underworld. My talents are at the Freehold's disposal. I am also quite capable with computers and adept at modifying records and navigating databases, should that be of use as well." "You're welcome." Ashe tells Waverly with a dip of her head. Then there's an ah and a nod of understanding, "We recently had a Lord Sage leave, his name was Eckhart. You two would have gotten along well I'm guessing." she admits. "Rozalia has been in the area for some time, but focuses on the Werewolves." she tells her. "The Autumn safehouse outside the Hedge is in the Meetinghouse graveyard, so you'll probably be right at home there. We have a few resident ghosts as well." she explains. "And being able to deal with records is always a boon." she states with a nod to that. "Eckhart? The name is familiar, I think. I am sorry to have missed him," Waverly tells Ashe. "I intend to speak to Rozalia soon." Reaching into a pocket - a different one than the pin was slipped into - she pulls out a business card, which she offers to Ashe. Name, Waverly West. Contact info. That sort of thing. "He gave the Custodians a good addition to their library section. I wish he would have stayed around a bit longer." Ashe admits. Then she takes the card and there's a smile, "If you need me I'm here, the Wayhouse or the Whelan Chronicle. Or my husband has hid me somewhere for a few hours so I'll eat and sleep." she chuckles. "Is there anything that you need? Do you have a place to stay?" she asks. "I do," Waverly tells Ashe. "Have a place to stay, that is. There's a property I've recently purchased. I have no further business, either; I'll leave you be now. Well met, and thank you."