#anywhere

"I don't think an egress is a water bird."

Tiffany smirks at both comments "oh dear, Websters for yule it is! C'mere, Kiddos. The high Rabba labba is at Talon, but I can take you to her wicked vizier"

"Talon? What's a rabba?"

"You're at Precinct 13, that's Precient central" she explains "And Rabba labah high outranks a Rabba Labba low, but nothing outranks a full House. this way"

She balks. "Where are we going?"

And tail wagging, the Thane Gundog gal says "To see the vizier...we got protocals here, it's like the mountain when the storm is out partying"

"My mom? party?" Siv smirks

"Okay..."

And they go into the great throne room of New Agengard where they behold....

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"Oops, I lied, that's never happened before," TIffany says surprised to see the lady sidhe before them. "Best remember gravity works, kids." And she bows before the Countess, "Countess. These Viking raiders from River were yanked away by my damsel's escape hatch"

The Lady rises from her chair. "Were they indeed?"

A caucasian woman in her "late 30's" (never ask the Lady's age). Black wavy hair, unbound, and longer-than shoulder length. Her eyes are habitually covered with dark corrective glasses. Dressed casually in slacks (or perhaps a skirt) and blouse in muted colors or more often grays and blacks. She carries a walking stick. // Fae Seeming: A Sidhe Grandame 30+ years. Her hair gains a white streak springing from the right temple, her eyes remain covered with shades. Her clothing becomes a tastefully revealing voile of elegant gowns in the same shades. Her house is not clearly marked; no crests, etc, neither is her rank (if any). She carries a chatlain's belt around her waist. In one hand, an carved walking stick with a silver head; an Ouroborus.

(For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror, which we still are able to endure, and we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us.)

Dagmar is a teenager - for all her kith's height and the breadth of her shoulders, there is a raw, lanky, "unfinished" quality to her build. Golden eyes widen at the sight of the sidhe, betraying her otherwise guarded expression.

As for voile - Nordic, a short hangerock over a tunic and baggy trews with wrappings on the lower legs. Her honey-blonde hair is up in two buns.

Siv bows, smartly "Begging your pardon, Countess. But is true more or less. We didn't intend to come here. I'm Siv Waveborne, of Rivervale, and this is my good friend Dagmar, she is as yet unsained but is also of Rivervale."

"Rivervale....." She draws the word out with a lift of one elegant eyebrow. She stands on the dais, and inspects them from the distance.

While less stocky than her parents, Thea might notice the hair and eyes and, well, shading of the sailor girl looks a lot like she borrowed from both Frank and Brekke

"Sir Vali texted me. He'd prefer they not be executed. You know a softie he is, your excellency" Thane Tiffany says

"We can't be executed for getting here by accident!"

"Hm."

Siv's brows do shoot up a bit at the idea, and she whispers to Dagmar "Pooka talk..." A beat "I hope."

"Nuh-uh. It's the... thing. The ess-chat. Chee-hat. Thing!"

"What brings you to Charm, ladies?"

"There was a magic.... thing? It brought us here."

"By egress" Siv says "Twas a glass sphere that grew to engulf and carry us faster than anything I ever seen in me life, it dropped us and turned into a windup key"

A tilt of her head and the faintest trace of curiosity. The walking-stick clicking, she steps down and approaches until she stands before them. "May I?" Politely, pale hand extended.

A frown, and she shoots a side-eye to Siv.

Siv bites her lip, then nods to Dagmar, "Of course, Countess. Sir Vali speaks of your honor and kindness" she does not mention it's a point that is sometime debated or at least doubted

Stubborn, jaw jutting out a bit. "It's Vali's. He'll need it."

But... a blunt hand extended. She opens it to reveal the key - the little gold thing rather dwarfed by the broad blue palm.

Slim fingers reach, and take it.... brushing against the skin of her palm as she does.

"Oh my....." Murmured.

"Fascinating."

"What's fascinating?"

The item, THea can tell is indeed meant to be a one shot transport, sent to carry somone ot a preset location.

And Vali clearly chose New Agengard. HIs glamour is emptied from it now, but she can feel its echo

"Mmm."

She looks at Siv, with another head-tilt. "Your hand?" She offers the key.

A line appears between her untamed eyebrows, the beginnings of a glower.

Siv offers her hand cautiously to take the key "Well, by our hands both I suppose. She may have touched it, but well, I was as curious as she. Terrible and wonderful thing curiosity" Siv says "Like an itch you've got to scratch even if you just know that will lead to more itching"

ANd perhaps unaware that she's talking to an EILUNED about curousity

Dagmar notices a childling, age 10 ? has shown up, an sidhe girl, with bullock like bangs covering her brow, and dressed in a dress of black with star dust. She watches curiously

"It was pretty cool. Is it... broken? O does it just, like, need reset?"

As she sets the key in Siv's hand, her fingers brush the flesh there.

"Sir Vali will know how to tend to it." She murmurs absently, rubbing her fingers together as if to savor the feeling.

Siv blushes a bit at something, then "Sir Vali's a good lad."

"Vali's pretty cool. So - this is your hold?"

A cool, measuring look. "This is my County."