#anywhere

She smashes the skull, flattening the head... "Killl you...all" It says from a now crammed mouth

And it tries to roll and nip at her ankles..which would be comical excpt the head still has sharp teeth

Dagmar curb-stomps again - sharp teeth, yes, but boots also yes.

"Wanna trade?" Gerd says as she's hard pressed by the body, though at least as Dagmar stomps the head she blocks it's vision so it has trouble guiding the body

If she crushes the skull, she should crush the damn eyes, too...

Another stomp! And... POP FINALLY the eyes burst like..well, kind of like rotting eggs under an anvil drop

And the body falls over, the chimera is dead as a light leaves it.

Gerd turns "Dagmar, your hand..."

Dag bites on her lower lip, cradling her hand against her body. "Can we go home?" Strained.

"I know someone who can heal who is closer.. hang on" She grabs Dagmar''s shoulder, "Normally I'd want to investigate that chimera..wait. I can do both. " She scoops it up, touches shoulder again "Away away fast and high, to the air, to the sky" And they begin to fly. "Stay in contact with me. And hold your hand close to yourself. I got you, Dagmar. I promise, I won't let you fall."

A grunt and she closes her eyes.

it seems to take forever, but it's actually only a few minutes "Okay, open your eyes.." they have touched land, She calls out, "Lord Umbre!"

Dagmar tenses. She is definitely pale beneath the blue.

A figure approaches, a sad looking man in purple and black who is definitely a sidhe, he looks like an angel touched by time...signs of age, "Gerd? Where's Vali?"

"Vali's not with me, this is Dame Dagmar ap Gwydion of Rivervale! SHe's badly hurt...her finger might..."

But the Beaumayn lord is moving towards Dagmar "Here, trust me.. give me your hand , please." His eyes are a soft and pale green "You can trust me, Mylady Gwydion"

She glares the the sidhe, sullen.

And that is true.

She's hesitant to extend her hand... she barely does, with the uninjured one supporting it.

"Oh yes.. this will hurt only a moment. I need to press it straight before I heatherbalm. Are you ready? "

Grunt.

Gerd hands the man dross. "here.. just use.."

Without even answering, the Sidhe takes the dross draining it of glamour and then says "Fairhanded one, spare this lass your fate."

PAIN.. it hurts! And then... relief... a sensation of receding pain as she feels the bone connect, the nerves spindle together again, and the tendons rejoin.

Dagmar's jaw is set, a stubborn refusal to show the hurt.

"Now, take the gauntlet off," Lord Umbre says

She relaxes, minutely, as the hand heals, and goes to remove the glove.

As good as new, though stained with her own blood and the monster's saliva

Nose-wrinkle. Scowl.

"WOuld you like to come inside an wash your hands?" Lord Umbre offers

Behind him, Dagmar can see what he means. There's a small dockhouse here, but to mortal eyes it looks grander but not by much. It's a freehold. A small one.

"...wanna go home."

Gerd frowns then, nods "Okay. I'm sorry, Lord Umbre. She... this is my fault. I thought by now my enemies would left the place. Vali tried to warn me. I.. this is my fault."

Grunt. "Ain't"

"It would appear the Gwydion disagrees." Lord Umbre says

"you still want to go home? Lord Umbre might be able to whisper the head of the monster. Learn more about the bridges"

"Well..." She wavers. An experimental waggle of her healed hand.

Blue and strong.

"I guess for a little while won't hurt."

Umbre eyes the severed head of the monster "How on earth did you smash its eyes It looks like the bulged OUTward before they broke"

"Oh that, Dagmar stepped on it's head after she beheated it."

"STEPPED on the.. " The Beaumayn looks impressed, "The strength of your kith never fails to amaze"

"Couldn't use my halberd with my hand hurt..."

"Oh Lady Dagmar's stronger than even most trolls. She jousted with a muscle car and nearly lifted it up..door came loose first." Gerd shrugs "It's what she do."

Grunt/shrug.

The pale green eyes fall on Dagmar again, "jousteed with a... please, come inside. You'll have to dip your heads a bit at the front door but after that you'l fit fine" He opens the door and gestures for them to go in first.

Indeed, Dagmar stoops as she crosses the threshold.

Once inside, the power of the hold can be felt. Her eyes first fall onto what looks to be a small oil lamp, the sort used in old days for fancy writing, for this is the container of the freehold. The rest is a cross between comfort and elegance, like one might achieve in the 1880s...not that she's famiilar with that time. She notices on the wall, carvings in the wood....someone has copied signatures and made it decoration : Nathaniel Ayers- Free Man, Jacob Bennet- Freeman, Jonah Brown- Freeman, Mary Brown-Freewoman... the names fill a wall from the top to the bottom and tall enough for her to not quite bump her head...with the words 'hereby released upon the order of...' signed ..wait, these are the names of slaves as they were released.

She can feel the glamour from it.

A little frown as she reads the names.