#anywhere

"Well, a part of you is the same but the..." Jaymes says "You know how colors mix to make new colors?"

"You keeping mixing, you end up with shit brown."

"Not with us you don't. Let's say your troll soul is always blue. Well in one life you mix it with a mortal soul that's yellow, so you get a green whole. Then new life, clean slate, you have troll blue again, and this time? Mortal soul red. You're purple. Blue is IN both, but the results differ. So... that's how it is. .not totally the same, not totally different"

Dirk snickers at 'shit brown'

"So after this go, Sam will be totally gone?"

"In the next life? Memories maybe...but don't rush to meet it will you?" He says "I just met you recently, remember?" Jaymes shoots her a look, bit of a smile

"So...shit brown is NOT her color? except maybe in her pants" The redcap chortles.

Dirk gets a shove.

"Hey" He glares and ...Jaymes steps between them

ANd looks, "Are you two going to be mature enough for patrols or not? Because if you want to insult and shove, the lodge has spots for that" THe grump says firmly

She scowls at them both. "He started it."

"you pushed me you stupid bi.."//Jaymes says "HEY. Enough. Don't start anything with insults OR shoves. If a real threat came up, you two would need each other. And you'd be dead because whatever the thereat was would catch you off guard while you were at each others' throat. Dirk, nobody, Seelie or Un, wants to put up with insults and we trolls are prickly about our pride and honor. You're lucky Dagmar didn't punch you."

Dirk glares and it's ..a frightnening thing

"figured you'd take her side."

She glares back - he is frightening, but she's stubborn.

"Yeah, it does, " Jaymes says "She's my kid, you're not. Now, I'm still gonna expect her to roll with some things because she's better than that. And I know she can be. But there's only so much she should have to put up with. You wouldn't put up with it either and you know it. " A look to Dagmar, "And there are better ways to handle that than going right to the physical. Okay?"

"Hmph."

Snort goes the redcap

"Long as we've got that settled. Come on, the next leg of the patrol is..."

"Heeeellp" a voice cries out

Whatever Jaymes was going to say is cut short as he hears the cry, "Okay, let's go, but be careful, it could be a trick"

A grunt and she looks for the cry.

It would appear to be near a ..gutter?

there, where rain has created a drive eearlier, water still spills...

and fighting not to slip down a grate, holding on for dear life, is a teeny tiny pooka?

Not like a pooka who is a small animal, no, the pooka himself is shrunk!

"The hell?" Tromp tromp tromp.

"Yeah, what the shit?" Dirk says, "Huh. Wow, he really is Kithain… just... y'know, bite sized"

THe pooka looks up at 'that term' "No no, not bite sized. I am bad for you, the surgeon general warned EVERYONE. Give you gas." Dagmar looks at the hand sized figure and notices it's.. an elephant pooka! Got to be, fae mein has a trunk for a nose

"Such a wee tiny elephant..." She reaches down to scoop him up.

"Caare ful, I'm as hard as a diamond you know?" But she saves him and he look relieved "oh my oh my."

"Okay. This is a new one on me," Jaymes admits

Dagmar carefully sets the pooka one the sidewalk.

"Thank you a billion times" He says, doffing his tiny hat, still shrunk

"What gives?" Dirk says

"Unicef!" The pooka replies.

Dirk glares, and the pooka gulps

Jaymes says "What he means is, why are you so small?"

"Magic, duh."