Log:Knock Knock

Knock Knock
Please, come in... and make yourselves... at home.
Participants Nathania, Morgan, and Sorrel	20 May, 2017 '
Location The Wayhouse
It's early into the evening, and the sun hasn't quite set. It looked like today was going to be a quiet Saturday until there's a knocking at the door along with someone singing about it being a beautiful morning despite it being anything but that. A glance through the peephole would reveal a very merry Changeling of a the verdant variety, flanked by a woman seemingly cloaked in shadows. The male appears to be wreathed with excitement, although he could just as likely be some nutter that'd lost his mind. That's what any mortal passersby would see, anyway. Like night and day, these two. While Sorrel seems quite cheerful, Morgan is... not. At all. The Darkling looks, if not displeased, then very much leery of where they are and what they're doing. She hovers by his side and just a touch by his shoulder as he knocks at the door. "Are you sure about this?" Her voice is pitched low, just below a whisper. She's wearing a blouse, long skirt, an a woolen coat over it all. The coat appears to be the newest part of the outfit; still a bit stiff and just beginning to be broken in. Her arms are folded and she clutches at her own elbows. "We've... never..." She takes a deep breath, looking over her shoulder and then back to the door itself. Waiting. Nathania peeks through the peephole and nods to herself before opening the door to admit the two. "Hello," she greets with a soft smile. Her Winter mantle, cold and strong, is at bay currently. "Can I... help you?" Her speaking pattern is slow, broken. Her button eyes take it all in, even as she smiles. "Please, come in... and make yourselves... at home. Tea? Coffee? Cookies?" Despite her present reaction to being in town, and dragged to be social the Elemental doesn't look the slightest bit bothered. "A million times sure, M. If we're gonna set up roots we gotta-" He's cut off by the door opening, and offers a bright, warm smile to Nahtania. Sorrel gives her a happy, fervant wave in greeting, and then nods in agreement. Seemingly to everything. "Yeah, I believe you can. We're looking to join Fate's Harvest, and I wouldn't mind tea, coffee, and a few cookies, too." He then turns, arm extended as presenting Morgan and allowing her to enter first. "Ladies first." Entirely happy for Sorrel to do the talking, Morgan just blinks at Nathania once she, herself, is 'presented' to the doll. And then she must go first. The Darkling takes a deep breath and finally moves on ahead. Cool air moves in her wake from her Mantle and the darkness does cling to her, shadow clinging to her frame. She looks sidelong at Sorrel, moving just marginally ahead of him. "Tea would be lovely, thank you," she offers, finally, in that Irish accented voice of hers. But then within the building she goes, holding her coat a bit tighter about her. Nathania laughs in delight. "I can do... all three," she says. "Please, get comfortable. Unless you'd... like to sit... at the kitchen table, but I find... it comfortable to sit in the... sitting area." She nods, eyes bright with delight. "I'm Nathania Winters. I'll... be a moment. It's faster if... you stay out here, but I'm okay with... being slow." Chattery, this Winter. She heads into the kitchen without waiting, trusting Hospitality if they don't follow. "Be just... a few." And there's the familiar kitchen noises--a pot of coffee started, the electric kettle going, and a baggie opening, presumably holding cookies. Sorrel's dressed simply for the weather's slow turn into true spring. Cargo shorts, a light jacket bearing a big blue star on the back, and a pair of dirtied tennis shoes. "Yes, thank you," he says with a nod. After taking a quick peek into the kitchen he opts to move over to a chair in the sitting area, and plops down rather unceremoniously. "Slow is fine," he calls to the kitchen. "Means Morgan can get s'more energy about her, and get realy talkative." With that bit of teasing comes a brief smirk in Morgan's direction as he goes to humming his former melody. "We can sit." A woman of few words, Morgan. And following Nathania would mean //more// words or at least hovering awkwardly in the kitchen. So she follows Sorrel towards the chair that he flops down into and instead folds herself into a seated position on the floor by his legs. She extracts herself from her coat as she does so, folding it neatly across her lap, leaning her shoulder a bit into his knee once she's settled. "It's daytime. I have no energy." Literal, this one. Nathania bustles around the kitchen for a few minutes, singing softly. Her voice is good, and she sings better than she speaks. She emerges after a bit, carrying a big tray of cookies, coffee and tea, and chocolate, which she places on a coffee table. "Please, dig in," she says warmly, a counter to her Wintery mantle as she settles in across from the pair. And she picks up a cup of coffee and doctors it, more cream and sugar than coffee. Sorrel gives a reassuring squeeze to Morgan's shoulder, musing, "You say that now, but if we were in the woods you'd be as happy as a bird." At least partly true. His teasing would've continued if it weren't for Nathania's return. He takes up his cup of coffe first, and before taking a sip says, "Thank you very much." "Yes, well..." But any argument that Morgan may have had for Sorrel is lost when Nathania returns with the tray. She looks it over, leaning forward to reach for a few things. She looks to the Elemental first, tilting her head slightly. It's questioning, it'd seem. Tea, or coffee? She waits to find out which he'd prefer before making a cup for him to hand over, along with a few cookies. "You're welcome. I didn't... catch your... names." The blonde rag dolly smiles patiently. "I think I gave... you mine." She's a bit forgetful, though, so she offers it again: "I'm Nathania Winters, in case... I didn't." And she waits, sipping her coffee with a soft smile, watching Morgan and Sorrel. He was still sipping his coffee when that oversight is caught. His surprise is largely stifled while he sets it down. Sorrel clears his throat, smiling briefly before he speaks. "Yes, sorry. I'm Sorrel Yarrow, and the ray of sunshine is Morgan Liadan. Both of us out of towners, and fairly new to the area. But I imagine you can guess that for us showing up on your doorstep." Once the Elemental has his coffee, Morgan tends to her tea. She seems to be forgoing the cookies for now and opts just for a piece of chocolate. There's a small nod for the introduction given on her behalf. Morgan is quite happy to allow Sorrel to speak for her for the moment. She has tea. She's content enough. For now. Nathania nods. "A pleasaure.... to meet you both. Sorrel. Morgan." She looks at them in turn as she says their name. What we're... going to do.... is have a nice little... chat to see.. if you're safe to meet... the current Monarch." She gives a smile. "It's simply.... customary, I assure you, a protective... measure everyone goes through. It's not intense questions. Just a little chat." She seems to be trying to reassure Morgan the most. While Nathania speaks Sorrel continues sipping his coffee. He reaches for a cookie, and then sets his hands into his lap while clutching the cookie in his palm. "No, no. It's not a problem at all," he beams. "Protection of those close to you is to be expected, if not a good a thing. Ask away as ya please, and if I can't figure it out I'm sure M'll know it." "I'll... do my best," Morgan answers finally with a quick glance up at Sorrel. She holds the tea gingerly before finally taking a sip from t. "What... do you need to know?" Nathania, Sorrel, and Morgan are seated in the den, around a coffee table with a tray laden full of treats on it. The rag dolly smiles softly at Morgan and Sorrel. "Mostly, I need... to figure out... if you're Loyalists or Privateers, but that's... something I can... figure out through conversation." She considers them. "What brings... you to the area?" she asks, tossing a verbal softball. Sorrel was munching on a cookie, although he hastily scarfs it down when the questioning comes. After another sip of his coffee he nods before answering. "M and I usually moved around a lot. I mean, a lot-a lot. We landed here when we decided to set up permanent roots and all that. The place is beautiful, we've met a few nice people, and momma nature isn't too far away." There's a twist of Morgan's lips when Nathania mentions Privateers and Loyalists. Something of distaste there. Not quite offense, but close. "I.. understand." Somewhat, at least. She's hurt, a little, but it'd seem that she gets the process to some extent. Maybe Sorrel explained it to her beforehand? Or she's seen it at some point in time. The woman draws in a slow, steady breath, looking down at her tea. "I guess... it's time we stopped moving. Found... a place to... stay put." Nathania nods her agreement with the pair. "It is beautiful here," the rag dolly says softly. "I do... love it so." She smiles softly at them. Noticing Morgan's distaste, she says, "Please don't take it personally. We don't... know you, is all. That's what... this conversation is for. To know you." Given the arrangement of doors, there's plenty of warning before Amber appears: the sound of the front door opening and closing, followed by the muffled tap tap tap of high heels on the rugs as someone makes their way further into the Wayhouse. Following the sound of voices, she peeks in around the doorway and into the den, a lush smile curving her lips. "Would it be interrupting to join you? I can wander off, if so." Sorrel doesn't catch the Darkling's reaction at first, but Nathania's words elict his curiosity. He looks down to Morgan, head briefly cant before he addresses the Winter once more. "I'm fine with the questions, really. If I can't talk to you all, what right do I have to request joining the Freehold?" Shifting her tea cup to one hand, Morgan drops the other to rest against Sorrel's leg. She squeezes at his ankle briefly. Maybe in support? The woman sits on the floor, though the Elemental is in a chair. She's leaning lightly against his leg. Her attire is layered, dark colors. Practically 'homeless' for all its patched and threadbare, but not quite. The wool coat in her lap is practically brand new, at least. "I understand," she finally admits, looking down at the tea she holds. Nathania nods her agreement with Sorrel, before smiling warmly to Amber. "Hello. I don't... mind you joining us. I'm Nathania Winters." She gestures. "There's... tea, coffee, and cookies available. And chocolate!" she says, nodding to the chair beside her. "I'm just... introducing myself.... to Sorrel and Morgan, here. They want... to join the... Freehold." She looks at Amber curiously. "You're a Waykeeper, I take... it?" she says. Then she smiles at Morgan. "I understand... your distaste and your... frustration. I do. I was new... once." She nods. "It sucks." Amber shakes her head at that. "Not yet, no. I've been having a devil of a time trying to track down Ava so I can talk to her about volunteering, though." If the rugs spread about weren't doing enough to muffle her footsteps, the lush green carpet of moss that seems to grow out in front of her certainly helps, as she makes her way over to the chair Nathania indicated and drops her tall frame into it, casually throwing one leg up over her own knee as she settles back. "Amber Watson. Pleasure to meet you all. As for being new...at least you can be assured that all of us had to go through the same business." Sorrel reaches for Morgan's shoulders, and gives her a reassuring squeeze while sipping the remnants of his coffee. The cup's sat back upon the table, and he rolls his shoulders before leaning back in his own seat. "Well, I guess what I'm wondering now is your next question. More of the same sounds like it'll be more than why're we here and good coffee." There's a long sigh from Morgan as she just leans into Sorrel's leg, lifting her tea once more in both hands. As if it were a lifeline. She draws up her legs a bit, folding up a bit more. She takes a sip finally of the warm drink, looking to Amber before her black eyes go back to Nathania. Awaiting more questions. Nathania smiles warmly. "What do you... both do? Mortal and Changeling-wise." She watches them, even as she offers Amber a brief, but bright, smile, button teeth flashing in the light. "Do you have ties... to the area yet? Jobs? Entitlements? Friends?" "I've only one friend out here that's like us. His name's Rorschach, but he's an outta the way kinda guy. He's in some weird Court, though. I've met a few of the mortal-folk around town, and they're really nice. Like, there was this really nice waitress at a bar we went to, too." Sorrel then has to stop for a moment, likely to curtail the rambling that's about to start flowing forth. After clearing his throat he puts up a nonchalant front that's really not working. "I work day labor, really. Whatever pays and isn't illegal, I'll do it. I haven't found much luck just yet, but I'm still exploring my options over in Fort Brunsett. As for my Entitlement, I'm a Brother of the Endless Road. I'm not really sure how much you all know about our lot, but I'm more than happy to answer any questions on 'em." Amber leans forward and claims a cup of coffee off the table, liberally adding cream and sugar to her drink before settling back again. Now that she's settled in for the moment, she keeps her mouth shut, not wanting to interrupt Nathania and the flow of questions any more than her arrival already has. She does, however, look quite curious about the pair's answer to the inquiries currently presented, attention settling first on Sorrel as the bed of moss beneath her spreads out to what seems to be some sort of natural equilibrium with the other mantles present. Since Sorrel takes the lead on telling his tale first, Morgan just settles in to listen. When he mentions the waitress, however, her jaw tightens in annoyance. She doesn't //say// anything, but it's clear she does not agree on that front. One bit, oh no. Her own mantle is cool, with a faint breeze. Every so often there are autumn leaves, though they generally dissipate before or shortly after they hit the ground. Nathania nods slowly. "I've heard ... the name Rorschach. That's... okay." She doesn't even grin at the jealousy but her eyes dance a bit, the only betrayal on her features. "I see. So... you're making friends and... slowly... introducing yourself... to the community. Good." She smiles now, brightly. "Tell me more... about your Entitlement," she says to Sorrel. "I don't know... much about your group." A feather drifts from her hair to her shoulder, slowly fading out after a few minutes of sitting there. Sorrel first clears his throat, and then moves a bit to sit up straight in seat. If the smirk, raised chin, and puffed out chest don't be tray his pride the flaring of his mantle does along with the cool breeze that accents it. "Well, first and foremost we're about perfection of self. We Pilgrims walk the endless road, and it's a neverending journey that'll never end. For me it means to enjoy the journey as much as I look forward to my final destination. We strive to overcome our weaknesses and conquer our fears. We are, all of us, flawed, but we seek to correct those flaws. We fill in the cracks of our being until we are truly whole, and will forever walk that path." "I do hope that they at least issue you some comfortable insoles," Amber practically purrs, unable to keep her own gently teasing grin off her face. "With all that walking, I mean, that must be murder on the feet if you don't properly take care of them."