<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Act One: The Crocus Festival</strong></span><br/><br/><strong>Saturday March 1st, 2012<br/>The Barony of Rail's End</strong><br/><br/>The call had gone out from John Windome ap'Dougal, Count of the Western Hills, and the Barons and Baronesses under him.  Messengers sought out Changeling and Kinain street performers, garage bands, and dreamer clique clubs with a simple invitation:  "On March First--when the Crocus peek out from the last patches of snow--leave your normal haunts in the Harbor, the Art District, and the universities.  Flood the suburbs with your art.  Savor the glamour we can create together.  The Western Hills extend their hospitality to you."<br/><br/>Those seeking official license to put on a show on that day found patrons standing buy to cover permit costs, offering vouchers for better used instruments and costume budgets.<br/><br/>Count Windome might have been the instigator of the organization, but no shortage of performers and clubs found themselves benefiting from the patronage of the newly established Baron of Rail's End.  Those who road the cities one subway out of Baltimore, through the near reaches of what fae called the Western Hills, and all the way to Rail's End--called Owings Mills by mortals--would find the Baron, his lady Knight, and a boggan couple waiting to greet them at the platform.<br/><br/>Bleary eyed mortals often froze at a glance at the preternaturally beautiful Baron, one sleepy young woman walking into a pillar and dropping her groceries.<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/19455High_Elf_Avatar_by_Graysun_D.jpg)</div><br/>Dame Allisara Sioban ap’Fiona offered the poor girl a comforting smile and leaned close to her lord to whisper, "I think if I called upon the Wyrd right here and now no one would notice with you standing beside me."  The blond quirked a smile at her lord and strode across the floor to help the bemused girl with her groceries.<br/><br/>Allisara was a difficult woman to ignore, having been compared favorably to Duchess McGonegal, but compared to the baron--who was blessed and cursed to reveal his sidhe beauty to mortals who otherwise saw him as human--she felt like a luminario under the midday sun.<br/><br/>