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She blushes and says nothing more about it.

His eyes scan the room, and fall on where Briar was last seen. She’s over behind the stage now, tossing one of the torches into the air that the RV satyr had danced with. Blessedly, unlit as of yet. Connor watches her in awe, even though she fumbles and they clatter to the floor.

An exhale, and Aiden makes a visible effort to regain his composure, and he sets his jaw. “Just so. These invaders. What punishment do they face?” A cold set to his jaw, though his eyes still flash with anger.

"I imagine they will be geased rather poetically but justly. The Count is as upset as youat them lord"

He sighs. “And I can well guess how helpful it would be for me to confront him further on this day with demands.” Not at all, his tone indicates. “As for the heroics, are they to be celebrated?” Thoughtful now.

"I am not sure" Nadeen confesses "Frankly, I think your son would be knighted except he was just squired and it would be at Dame Dagmar's hand when SHE Feels it is right."

He is clearly surprised. “Does he aim for Knighthood?” A conflicted expression.

"I don't think so, Lord but pooka are hard to.. well, it's not a matter of the lad aiming fori t as perhaps one day earning it"

“I know him not at all.” He admits in a low tone. Continuing the motions of the dance, as easy as breathing to one raised as nobility, but without much heart in it.

She moves with him "A pity. He's a frolicsome lad, full of mirth and fun, but never cruel by will in his pranks as is the case with some pooka. He is gracious,a nd eager to please. I know... that some how he is tied to the loss of his mother but" She says "Whatever happened then, he is a fine young fellow now even at his Peter pan condition. "I do not press him upon you, or you on him, but I think I saw concern for him in your eyes and tone earlier. That is a good thing, Baron. Only the strong can risk compassion"

He closes his eyes for a moment, before meeting her gaze. “Thank you, Nadeen. For what you have shared... and for not pressing further. It is... complicated.” A soft twirl in response to the music. “They should be rewarded for their bravery. More so than protecting the count - you see how the location is placed. Had that bomb exploded, it may have taken out any civilians, but also, the horse stables nearby. For that, if nothing else, I feel gratitude. Perhaps you may know something of the Troll? She is of River Vale.”

"Pardon , the troll you speak of? You had I thought met Gerd?"

He nods. “Met once or twice, yes, but I claim no familiarity.”

"Ah yes. You mentioned that you were sure you had not had a daughter "hint of amusement "Forgive me .She is ..a self styled witch. Fond of the gothic flaire, a touch neopagin I suppose. "

“Gothic... not Harry Potter?” He clarifies. Not casting judgment, no Fae can deny the glamour brought by the wizarding world.

"No, while fond of it,I believe she prefers Mary Shelly to JK Rowling"

“Mm. Thank you, Nadeen. For the information. And... for bringing it to me. I would not have known.” He seems somewhat troubled by that.

Calanthe catches his eye, she is pointing to her wrist - a rather stylish watch there on.

“The races call. We can continue afterwards? I would welcome you to watch our new bloods, if you have no other commitment.”

"Of course, I would like that" She says Noting Dagmar is gone, she wonders where

And out they go to watch the horse races