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And so casual that.. okay, maybe Sylvi misread that then.

"Then...wow, you're convincing," she says, smiling. "Okay, so you asked about the rescue. I wanted to go first because Colton wasn't answering his phone, so I figured he got stuck out there, and then Dad couldn't get in contact with Jordan, so..." she pauses. "I don't remember a lot, but it was...well...I don't always like the way my dad prioritizes things."

Now it's HER turn to arche a brow and try to read her friend

"Your father upset you?"

A frown and a shrug. "He wanted me there to do some Spring magics...but then as soon as we found Jordan, it was like he totally forgot Colton was even a factor. So...yeah."

A soft tap at the door, but it's not Flo that brings the promised cakes, but Bluebell. She curtseys before the ladies both, sliding the plate of delectable treats onto a table.

"Bluebell, did you mug Flo?" Jesting, of course. She does look at her friend Syvli with concern

"Hi, Bluebell!" Sylvi's demeanor switches quickly to a bright smile.

"Oh, no! Mugs are for coffee, I brought fine porcelain only for tea."

As she sets a steaming pot on the table as well, she recites with a graceful twirl,

"It is fragrant in here,
behind the diamond-shaped
glass, under the white tin
cover, spiraled to finality
(at least for now). Black leaves
nestle curls into curls,
brush against lavender
and pearlescent petals, suspended
until a hand brings water
and vanilla-hungry air."

A sniff, and she says, "Though Lavender smells more oft of horses than tea, I fear, alas, alas, I have come sweet-scented with tea, and cakes of Marigold."

A curious look at the pooka. Was that poetry or cantrip?

Just pretty words, it seems, poetry for poetry's sake.

"You have, thank you, Bluebell" She looks at Sylvi a bit of ..guilt on her features perhaps the pooka and Slvi's own vulneralbity loosens her tongue "I do feel a touch melancholy, but it's nothing I can help now and I have more to be happy about than sad."

Bluebell's ears lay back across her head, and her nose twitches. "One cannot be sad and have cakes."

"Thank you, Bluebell. That's lovely."

"I thought so," Sylvi says, not taking any joy in being right on this.

The Baroness takes a cake quickly and pops it in her mouth "Hence, Melocholy. Melancholy is sad with cakes"

A bit of a grin, and she takes a cake as well. "But what kind of cakes go best with sad?"

"Of all the hounds in the stables, I did not know that My Lord had bred a Melan-Collie?"

"And I'm also happy. I'm slavic, we're nothing if not layered in complexity" A choke at the pun, a cough, then she looks at Bluebell "I've exiled for less than that" A look to Sylvi "Let's just say when one gets what they wished for they find they wish theymade addendums. And I'm sorry about your father. he's a good man, but will ful. when he sees something as THE way, he can be hard to guide from it. As you know from seeing your mother's efforts. Colton IS tough though. "

Another wry grin at Bluebell's pun.

She curtseys again, and murmurs, "Shall I leave the ladies, unpunished?" moving towards the door, a good vassal serves but does not intrude.

Her brow furrows a little at Nadeen's explanation of her dissatisfaction, and she glances at Bluebell to see if this comes as a surprise to the pooka.

Sylvi catches, the pooka has one of her hands buried in the folds of her skirt, out of sight. The left hand.

A look "No, Bluebell. come here. Show her already"

A smile too

She notices this. "Show me what?"

Uncertain, her nose twitching. "I wouldst not rile the hounds of melan, my Lady."

"Bluebell, I am allowed to be happy for a friend's good news while still having a pity party for msyelf. I'm versitile and you can ask Sylvi... I don't usuall take out things on innocents"

"Well, not usually..."

A wink to Nadeen.

"I am but a simple rabbit, pray." Or was it 'prey'?

She curtseys once more, and extends her hand to Sylvi, showing that there is a pair of rings upon her finger. One a little older, showing the sign of tan around it and the small marks of wear, her engagement ring, and another, this one bright polished and without any marr, clearly new, a wedding ring of unique style.

"Ohhh, Bluebell! Congratulations!"

Then she blinks and looks at Nadeen. And the penny finally drops.

"Ahhh. Got it."

"It's gorgeous" Nadeen says supportively and she means it "We treated them to a kind of honeymoon around the world"

Her head inclines even lower now, eyes downcast, as she murmurs, "My lady was most gracious, and clever in planning and implementation. I could not have dreamt of better myself." The words are a bit minxy, but the gratitude sounds sincere!

A chuckle "I was inspired..somehow" and she warms a bit. She had a hand in THIS joy

"That's really romantic," Sylvi says to Bluebell, but her grin is a bit wan. "You must have been a beautiful bride."

Then a slight amused sound. "Seems like SilverWolf is sparking a lot of romance these days."

"Not as beautiful as some, but I say, pretty enough for lover mine."

"Oh I do not doubt. " She looks at Sylvi "But we also have non romantice things to be proud of. We have a survivor for the trod backlash in fact"

"He is but a simple man and I must keep him in line, oh, a most pleasant task."

"The stars fell from the sky also down below, below in River lands?"

"You're up to the challenge, Bluebell."

Then a puzzled look. "You had a survivor, too?"

"Too?" She says "A piskey named Madern was hiding on our roof having been flushed out from the trods , chased by nightmares."

She nods at Bluebell. "My father and Dame Dagmar rescued one from the trods....oh! Oh, Nadeen, I meant to tell you before you heard from somewhere else -- Dagmar got really hurt, BUT she's okay, healing up. Might be all the way healed up by now."

A pause and Nadeen feels a flash of emotions from terror to relief "Good grief that.. well, I'm glad to know but my. Yes, Kerri is good at healing so are you"

"We have a satyr. I haven't met him yet."