#anywhere

Adam laughs softly and hugs her.

"I hope Phoebe's okay."

"But, at the end of the day.... or night..... we're here! Together, and safe, and you've got some wicked bling to take home! Fuckboi Fishname got sent packing. We can check on her in the morning if you want."

A grin, and she finally pulls over the hat to sort through. "Jeez that's a decent haul. I never made this kind of bank busking."

"Ok! See, maybe that's a good part about courts. They got bank."

"The spread wasn't bad, either. I wonder if I could get their recipe for that cake."

"Probably not without trading my whole hat." A grin. "Folk tend to guard really good recipes like a dragon on a hoard."

"Pfft. Hey! Maybe we can get Mrs Davidson down here. I bet she could take one bite and duplicate it at Rivervale."

A grin, and she reaches over to lightly run a hand through his hair. "Are you holding up okay? That was your first - that I know of, anyways - taste of Sovereign."

"...It's dangerous magic to wield, 'specially if you're gonna be all... y'know, flippant about it. Words are power, and even if he DID mean for you to go soak your head, if your brain heard him as "go soak until you can't breath then soak some more" or whatever it was, you could have marched over and gladly drowned yourself on command." An arm around him, a sudden fierce hug.

Adam hugs her back just as strongly. "It was wild! I get what you're saying about how it's dangerous, and about how every supervillian, right, says "Oh, I can handle it...!" but they get corrupted. "

His hands stroke her back gently and he presses a kiss in her hair.

"It's like the spiderman thing, great power and responsibility. The system is messed up. Some things are cracked down on hard, and other folk slide through because the rules are vague or outdated or they have a title to protect them. "

A small smile and she leans into the kiss. "Maybe there's some satyr out there with a passion for protest who will bring down the man and start a new world order. Not me though. I'm just tired now."

"C'mon. Let's clean up and this time I'll tuck -you- in." He pulls away enough to grin at her.

"Mm, is that your way of telling me I'm sweaty from playing all night?" He's... not wrong.

He laughs. "Hey, I like the way you taste when you're sweaty....."

She sets the hat o' plenty aside, and pats the bed with a sly grin. "Then let's shower later."

He grins. "You sure? I mean, if you want to snuggle in clean and let me hold you while you drift off......"

"And in the middle of the.... well, ok, -later- tonight I'll wake you up nice and slow and gentle..... and we'll sleep in....?"

She reaches out and yanks him to the bed before he can finish his sentence. And will follow up with whatever will needs must necessitate that shower.

"WoaaKay!!!" And it's a fine, frustration-releasing wrestling match-and-more....

And more!

-------------

After archery practice, Salma follows Ariel as she goes to put away her supplies. "Amiga, are you well?"

"Uhm.. yeah yeah. .I'm good yup, NOO problem not me!" BIG NODS "see...Smiling" WIDE teeth

Salma stops in her path, puts a hand on her hip, and lowers her glasses to peer over the rims. "Amiiiiiiga....."

"I just.. .you kknow... it was scary" A breath "SHE was scary"

"Oh..." She steps over, and slides an arm around Ariel. "You know your amiga Salma, when she first heard el mandato from a Lady? It made me shiver so much that my knees, they danced together like esqueleto, old rattle bones, and that when I knew it wasn't even at me. But... here, it was a Mighty Word, but it came from our amiga. And we know she would never hurt us, si?"

"I reckon, but... Sovereign.. it's wrong, right? I mean.. it takes away your free will and I heard it takes away your freedom." Ariel looks around to make sure no sidhe, particularly her good friend, are around.

"Mmm." Salma doesn't brush this off. She really does think over before answering. "Your arrow, the one that did not eye the bull. Is that an evil thing?"

"Well... no," She says looking at her quiver

"What about the bow, that shoots the arrow? That must be the evil then." Head tilting to one side curiously. "Because to the one who gets the arrow, it is not what they wanted, ay, a hole in their cabeza, that ends free will just as much, no?"

"Well... yeah weapons can hurt and kill that's.. that's mostly what they do if it ain't a target feeling nothing" The girl looks confused "But it's not evil.. it's just a type of tool you have to use responsibly"

"Oh. It must be different with magico. So if someone attacks, over the walls! It is a Bandita, she has a mask and is coming to steal from the Condesa - And the cabelleros raise their bows to shoot! That is not evil. But if sidhe lady goes, "Stop!" And the bandita, she stops, that is bad." Salma puzzles over this, tugging at an ear.

Ariel looks irritated at Salma

"You're confusing me by making me think this through" A hoof stamp

"I am la pooka, your burra. It is my job to confuse you."

"Pookita? Ah, pooquita." A nod. "That is me."

"yeah... I guess.. if I can get a weapon that can shoot someone and hurt em, I'd be hurt if a friend thought I might deliberately shoot em"

Begrudging

"Some weapons are big and scary. And maybe not everyone should have them." A frown, thinking of the pretty man who made Phoebe so upset. "But.. if I found a tank? One just for us? I would trust Ellie to drive it."

"Or maybe Holger, because his feet will reach the pedals."

Thoughtfully.

"And you're a burro in my side sometimes, miss Pooquita" A nudge.

then a smile

She grins back. "We should see if they have any cake left from last night. Miss Phoebe is still here, I think. Maybe if we sweeten her throat up enough she can sing a sweet song for us. I never did get my firefly song." Salma being a secret (not so secret) romantic, fond of My Belle Evangeline... perhaps because it sounds almost smart enough to be in espanol.

"That's right! She said she would, didn't she?" THe satyress puts her bow and arrows and quiver away very careful like

"Do you think Princesca is done with her lessons yet? We could see if she's free from La Dama" She wiggles her fingers as though talking about a dread dragon. "A rescue, perhaps, from this fork, that fork, this spoon, that glass." Etiquette lessons are tedious it is true.

"Ugh... I do not understand why anyone needs that many forks at one plate." then a nod "Yes. We should. She's our friend. Our amiga" A set jaw "let's go free us a sidhe"

She takes Ariel's hand and gives it a squeeze. "And if you need any confusion, I am always here. See, the burrs, they stick tight, and you cannot get rid of them."