#anywhere

They end up taking Delores' car

"Oh I must admit this is sort of exciting" Delores says

"I feel like I'm on a top secret mission"

"Play it cool, yes?" She fusses with her silver oak pin. "I may have been spoiled by being around Fiona I'm related to..."

"You do very well" She assures, "You know the House better than some Fiona I dare say, the highs and lows"

"Well. It's how I was raised. But it's been a year, you know? Since I found Firnost."

"I know, Magnus brags about it"

"That I was raised Fiona?"

"That you rolled with so many punches and rose to where you are. He says you took hits that would have most bitter and hateful. Instead you still have a lot of love for people over all"

"I had a lot of good people help me. I was in a pretty bad place for a while, before I oathed."

"Well, don't tell Magnus I told on him. He says he prefers you think he's going to poke fun at you for his amusment

"That is a sibling's job!"

A smile "I know, my own sister, well, I won't go into that" They pull up to the hotel, one of the best in Jefferson City

"You have a sister? Oh, I need stories! Ooof - count is likely loaded. Good thing Chloe's in charge, right?"

"Yes, We'll talk sisters later"

They pull up in a visitor area, it's a bit of a walk. Looks like paying customers have reserved areas. "it's not as grand as the one he was in, that's a good sign yes?"

"We don't have one as grand."

"Well, yes" They make their way. Their clothes feelin less spectacular, at least their mortal ones, but despite a few raised brows, no one makes a fuss as they head in.

Deryn raises her head - even here, her plain clothes don't seem out of place. She carries herself with a grace that holds her apart from mortals, even those who cannot see her true nature. The Unicorn disguised as a White Mare.

One older man sighs wistfully and tips a hat at her, perhaps there's enough wonder in nostalgia that he can almost see the princess in the visitor walking by.

They make their way to the elevator, and rise up. It would appear the boggan network has Delores in the know of which floor to go to.

She gracefully acknowledges the hat with a smile and a nod before continuing.

The penthouse suite, of course, and the scent of glamour is suprisingly rich despite the otherwise mortal building. "Shall I knock or do you wish to?" She asks

"If you would please." She flicks her wings and they settle against her shoulders. No hiding her colors, or the oak brooch.

A knock, and the door opens...

And a winlgless angel slips a head out. Some sidhe are prone to androgynous features, and there is something disturbingly and yet alluringly feminine about the man. White hair spills down about his shoulders in a rich healthy luster with purple highlights when the light catches it just right. His eyes are a deep blue but again tinged with amethyst flecks. "Well, hello. Please, come in, I'd offer to make myself decent, but I tend to think decency is a state of mind" he has a bathrobe on

She is taken aback for a breath, and offers a slight bow. "Of course."

He smiles and inclines his head, those long snow white strands flowing forward, then he makes room for them to follow, his soft steps of bare feet barely making noise at all. He's like a willow of spring caught in warm and playful winds.

Delores seems to have forgotten how to breathe

"Delores." A gentle push as she follows the Count inside.

Delores snaps out of it, and follows. There are two women asleep on a bed. One mortal, but showing signs of satyr blood, the other a slumbering Eshu. He motions them further past with a 'shhh' motion and closes the door to that side bedroom, leading them into a sizable room "Wine? Brandy? The bar here is excellent."

"So it is, your excellency. But I am here as a messenger, from the Baroness Coradel ap Fiona."

"Coradel, I have heard, of course. Is she as pretty as you? I'm not sure my heart could take two such distractions." He smiles, then looks to Delores.

"Oh, Baroness Coradel is a vision. A lioness. But - well, when she heard there was one of her house so close, how could she not extend hospitality?"

"She's an angel, much like yourself then," he says "Count Gallayne Honeyblade,at your service by the way. Your names, my dears? "

"Deryn ap Liam, your excellency." Another bow, wings unfurling prettily as she dips.

"Delores, Steward of the hold" She says

"Steward? The Baroness clearly sends her best" Gallayne says "Forgive me, Steward Delores, I have noticed an unfortunate failing in my kith to take your own lovely and talented kith for granted. I try not to fall into the trap. However, I am pleased to see your liege does not. " He kisses her hand, then inclines his head to Deryn, "And I love the name, Deryn. Welsh yes? Musical dreams run strong. It shows. Music in your name, harmony in your form. I would be delighted to visit. When would be a good time?"

"If you would, we could host you this very eve - though I see you already have found entertainment."

"Give me a few minutes to send those fine ladies home safely? " Gallayne asks

"Of course. I would not see them be put in a poor state."

"As gracious and understanding as she is beautiful" he says admiration in his eyes.

"Kind words. We hope to show you a good time. Our Steward's team prepares even now with wine and delicacies."

"A good time? Well, now... my daydreams will be distracting indeed. I'll be back shortly." He says with a bow, "ladies" like some perfectly drawn anime heart throb every movement, even a blow kiss, is an expression.

A sigh.

And gone he is to tend to his ladies.

Delores finally whispers now that it's safe to, "my toes are curling so hard right now I'm going to break through my footwear."

"He is going to cause quite a sensation, yes."

"He isn't just pretty in looks, he says the nicest things." A deep breath, "Going to have to remember to keep our wits about us...but my I wouldn't normally mind being witless if other things weren't at stake" Still a whisper

"And we need more than pretty looks and charming words."