Atlanta, Georgia: June 1, 2013

Atlanta, Georgia: June 1, 2013

On southern climate and what makes it so terrible:

Don’t you just love summertime in the south?  A place where heat and humidity collaborate to leave everything in a perpetual state of damp.  It is quite awful!  

Perhaps that is why I find Richard of Avery’s choice in clothing so perplexing.  I can only imagine that velvet-like material clinging to the skin like a wetsuit!  It must be miserably uncomfortable.

Luckily, the Winward Lake House was a lovely refuge from all the dreadful mugginess.  It was exquisitely furnished and the décor was divine—the perfect setting for a celebration of our hard won peace.  Certainly, the taste of Adalina Durante has never been in question, but she chose well for the nights festivities.

On the matter of the King and the trouble it caused:

The taste of the Nosferatu, on the other hand, might be in question.  Part way through the night they discovered a rather garish Elvis statue that the seneschal had spirited away.  No offense to the King, but it clashed quite terribly with the otherwise elegant and classy style of the house.  In an effort to pull a childish prank they hid the figure so that it would reappear in the middle of the gathering.

I don’t know that anyone would have really noticed if it weren’t for Seneschal Durante’s reaction. 

Her upset was so great that one might begin to suspect some personal history between she and the King!  

I have to admit it was tacky and sloppily done—a skilled prankster would never have been caught—but I don’t think anyone expected to get so much of a rise out of the seneschal.  

The pressure of hosting can be quite stressful!

If only the Nosferatu had let matters be.  

The whole situation would hardly be noteworthy, but there was to be a finale to their little stunt.  It came in the form of a giant velvet likeness of Elvis which appeared in the main hall.  Their flagrant disregard for the seneschal’s obvious distress is a clear example of taking things too far. One might mistake the harmless attempt at humor for something more malicious.

Tsk, tsk.

Personal pleasure should never be at the expense of a court officer.

On the abandoned child and what happened to her:

There were a few new faces that evening, but the one that had everyone’s attention was a lone little Caitiff.  This unfortunate soul has found herself at the wrong end of a bite and drop!  She was left to wander the streets with no knowledge of what she was or how she had gotten there.  It became readily apparent that her mind had been tampered with, and it has left her in a fragile state.

Ultimately, the Brujah stepped up to the plate to take her under their wing.  It was with them she seemed to have the most in common.  I just hope that the traumatic events have not permanently scarred her, and that with their guidance she can come to accept the reality of her situation.

Final Notes:

We have a delightful new word to add to our vocabulary thanks to Gretta Zylka, one of our illustrious visitors from Montgomery.  A Toreadorable is a group of young Toreador gathered together.  Isn’t it brilliant?

Speaking of the Toreador, they presented Prince Adorno with a most lovely bit of jewelry to mark the occasion.  The craftsmanship was absolutely superb.  I might just have to commission a piece for myself!

And finally, Veronica Lang would like it to be known that Orenna of the Rose is Beloved in her eyes and Imogen is to be Respected.  

Until next time, dear readers.

Bisou, bisou

Desi