#anywhere

A pocket knife, some mortal belongings - wallet, coins, not much else of note.

"Are there more kidnnapped children, childlinngs, or young you have stored away somewhere? Best answer truthfully now, the questions will be forced again later"

"No." He mutters sullenly.

"I shouldn't have gone for yer dogs, I admit that. But that bounty - the damn knight forced my hand! What do you care about some mortal brat, and you a great and fancy lady?"

"A sigh "You know what annoys me most? Gwydions think all Thallian should be slain on sight. Here you are, making them seem wise. Do you know how upsetting that will be to my consort? " A whisk of sword, and she cuts off the Thalliann's right index finger, then, while he screams, she freezes the wound "AND you don't listen. Did I not say 'this is not a bargain' 'nor a haggle'? I'm very sure I did. It is winter, the dogs are mine. The mortals are mine. The choice if you live or die? Mine. " She flutters her lashes "Fancy enough for you? Or will you fail to listen to my will a second time?"

Perhaps he thought he could still work his way out of this by reason and bargain despite her words, but now he sees his chances dwindle...

A slice, he screams, and the winter responds!

With nary a warning, this is not a mere storm, this is gale force winds suddenly called up! A hurricane, with the Spriggan at the eye. The very trees creak and moan, ice-covered branches cracking and tearing away!

"Stop this now!" She dictums him

The whipping winds tear the words from her mouth, she cannot even hear her own speech! He laughs, lightning flashing in his eyes! "I have no power?! I call the Sturm and Drang!!" With a force of willpower, he resists the command!

Pyshcka whines, startled as she is pushed back by the wind - even a heavy dog cannot stand the gale...

Nadeen's mare whinnies in alarm, rearing and kicking!

Down towards the Manor, rain suddenly gusts down on Thistle and Frankie, drenching them!

The Windows Rattle alarmingly!

The Pumpkin Coach has to slow so that it does't veer off the road!

Nadeen sees that despite his crowing and excitement, the wind whips around the spriggan, tearing at his hair and clothing just as much as everything else! Caller of the storm, yes. MASTER of the storm? NO...

Thistle scoops up Frankie to run inside!

She laughs back, and digs her sword in a circle in the dirt around him "Stomcaller, stormcaller, you gave birth to this squal, storrmcaller storm caller, but you don't control it all. Like Zeus upon Kronos... here your fate. Let the storm be with you only, untill it abates!" Her eyes flash as she wards it trapped with him

Nadeen is the Baroness. The Land bows to it's queen, and the wind is her breath, the storm her command! She finds that the Balefire wells up within her, melding it's very power to her words.

The galing winds start to churn, and tighten, sinking inward, gathering around the Spriggan!

A hurricane in a bottle - a Tornado under glass - somehow, restraining it does not diminish it's power, but amplifies it as the storm struggles to break free, to rampage! The winds roar, the lighting lashes! Contained within the circle, it has only one Target.... Flash after flash, illuminating the form of the Spriggan, long after his screaming has stopped, continuing after his form has collapsed.

The storm continues, uncaring.

Thistle bursts inside, sopping wet, with Frankie (and, likely, Muppet and a few Nevers)

Muppet licks botth people to make sure thhey'r okay

CHiiiIIiiiiiime! Ocre complains as they are licked, and would bap the nose if Muppet hadn't already moved on.

"That was SO COOL! How can it rain in the WINTER? Out of nowhere! BANG BAM BOOM!" Frankie exclaims.

"Yeah, pretty cool." She smiles a bit. He's okay.

Nadeen watches triumphantly "I wonder if you'll survive the storm you unleashed? A fitting metaphor of a question. " She is winter queen , ice princess, and yes, mistress of the cold sky "As the ancient poles say: Pieprzyć się, Dowiedz się"

"C'mon. Cocoa!" She leads him to the kitchen.

Nadeen waits the storm out, surveyin the damage it's initial burst did

The trees were frozen, which means that green limbs that might have bent in the spring instead snapped. Her mare is still rolling her eyes and prancing nervously, and Pyshchka has FIRMLY sat her butt on the ground as though she is afraid the air will push her around again.

"HO THERE!" A voice calls out - the stable master. "Lady Nadeen, looks like your mount's taken a fright!"

"Oh dear, she has, please tend to her, Dolph. This sprigggan was a hard learner. Couldn't control his own sttorm" She looks ot see if the thallian is breathing

"Hussshhh, Hushh..." The boggan is able to quickly sooth the mare with promises of oats and a warm blanket. "I'll take her in, Lady. Rochallor is watching over the others. I think some of the panels that Wudlig was installing ripped free of the roof, and one of the Fresiens was so spooked he put a hoof right through the stall door."

The thallain... will need to be cleaned up. An ugly smear on the lightning-blackened ground where once was pure white snow..

"Psycka, well done. My brave brave girl""

Dolph eyes the spot, but for once, a boggan chooses not to ask questions! He coughs and, "Shall I take care of that for m'lady as well?"

She eyes the mortal smear "And he wyrded it too. What an idiot. One does not recover from mortal death" A look at Dolph "yes, please, Dolph. I'm afraid we had a moment of intense karma. Those do tend to be messy"

"Yes'm" He says, perhaps it's too casual, but the older grump is clearly deferential in tone and posture.

She picks up the finger "Mmm.. maybe I'll have it boiled and the knucklebone given to Briar on a chain as a memento. You know how sensitive she is when she feels she's missed out" oh yes, she can be kindly to nightmares, when they are on her side

He clears his throat. "Yes, My Lady Baroness."

"I need to see if I can save those trees" A frown

"If you cannot, more will grow. The forest is strong." Dolph bows, and leads the horse away.

Nadeen feels a comforting glow from within her soul, reassurance from the Balefire.

"it's a matter of principle I fear, right now, it's winter. the trees are mine. " She ponders a kubera who she must apologize too sometime

A flicker, agreement. The Kubera will help the trees grow!

A smile at something Oh flame, you did well to alert me of danger to our own. Proud am I to share you with my Autumn and Spring Prince

The fire pulses merrily within, glad to grow closer and share the bond.

She pets her dog "You were wonderful too..."