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"What i have the baron bite of mine is mine to know" A bit primly "I don't ask you if Colton has any special attachments for his chimerical arm just for you, do I?"

"At ANY rate..." she says, blushing slightly and redirecting the conversation, "I know it's not as romantic as having him suggest it, but it might help get the conversation started?"

"I suppose i could mention it would send the right message to our subjects. Joinedi n the Dreaming, Joined in the autumn world" A reach, but at least she's considering an approach

Sylvi looks a little disappointed. "Well, I guess that would be...practical."

"What would you suggest? I go to the man and say 'I want a ring on my finger and your last name attached to mine because I'm insecure and need such pedestrian symbols and gestures of fidelity and love?""

Sylvi starts to speak, then stops and considers. "Nadeen, is that why you want to have that ring and his last name? Because you're insecure?"

"I .. don't know" She says "It's also a matter of.. well, I've never wanted to 'settle' for less than I can have. Call me selifsh if you like there"

She nods. "So, it feels like there's something you could have with him, and you don't have it, and it feels...incomplete?"

"Yes. the pattern is two dimensional .. to use a varich metaphor. I AM insecure. but I'm also feeling cheated. And that means somehow I have mastered being both an whimpering simpering child woman, AND an entitled ingrateful bitch... both at once. Gaze, troll, upon the exposed brain weasals of this Varich, tremble and despair"

a hapless look at the stuidity and illogic of it all

Sylvi's brow furrows. "Nadeen, is this, like, a Varich thing? This whole 'here let me tell you all the ways that I suck' thing? Or is this just a Nadeen thing? Either way, it's nonsense. You have desires, and they're reasonable desires, and you're frustrated that they're not being met." She shrugs. "I would be, too."

"Oh?" A brow lift "And what desires of yours aren't being met?" Not answering the Nadeen thing talk..which it is. Her house isn't normally this off, she's sure of it

She rolls her eyes. "And you're trying to do it again." A laugh. "I said I would be, not that I am."

"Hey, okay, so...What's the dream wedding scenario? What kind of dress?"

"I suspect you're hiding something too, you're just refusing to let me use it as a dodge. It's what I would do if our positions were reversed " then she looks thoughtful "Outdoors, I think. We both love the land too much for it not to be outdoors. Maybe a gazebo to elevate us above the others as we were wed...yes, snotty. Bluebell and you and others would be there in bridesmaid outfits... lovely dreses, not as pretty as mine, Of course. Can't have that. My dress wold be made to look like snowflakes, and standing orders for thanes to put the gibbet to anyone making snide comments to the fact I was wearing white. "

"I...I'd be a bridesmaid?" She blinks in surprise.

"Of course. You'er an old friend. And, you're also blue. So something old, something new, something borrowed something blue? You cut the work load by half" quite seriously said however it's meant "Dagmar, I would love if she could make it, but i fear it might be cruel. Then again, so might not inviting her. A shame. She'd look wonderful. Knowing her either her armor would be at high shine, or she'd have a really spiffy tux set up. Quite dapper. Maybe Connor could hold the ring? I can't have Briar do it...she'd devour it" A pause "Though Briar as the flower girl might be interesting. "

"Hmm." A bit of a nod. "It might be cruel. Or...it might be...closure? I don't know. Trouble is, she probably won't tell you outright, one way or another. She tries to hide it when she hurts."

A wistful look "yes. I know. I hope she finds happiness with someone one day. I really do but whoever tries is going to find a struggle. She'll be worth it, of course. " Sure of that

"No doubt."

"How about you? Ideal wedding?"

"Listen, I know it's complicated, but do invite her to the wedding. Don't just do it with an invitation...like, talk with her first, let her know it's coming."

"Me?" A shrug. "I haven't really thought about it a lot. I mean I did, before my togail. But it's not on my radar right now. Too much other stuff going on."

"And yet you were ready to kick your dad in the shin for putting Jordan over Colton" She sips her drink

She sighs and sits back, looking at the ceiling in frustration before answering. "See, this is the kind of thing that...." A pause. "Colton's my boyfriend. That doesn't mean that it's, like, inevitable that we're going to get married."

"I get it. No one likes being told 'this is how their life is going to go' " she nods "We prefer to imagine our OWN paths, and sometimes we like the idea of staying in the here and now wherever and whenever that is. You always did have a bit of an anti authoritary streak. Odd given how you take to positions of authority. Kind of like that talk of doctors making the worse patients"

"I take positions of leadership. That's different from authority," she points out almost primly.

"I'm sure it is, when you do it" Amusement in her eyes but JUST the eyes Whatever helps you sleep at night, Rugmonster

A knock on the door. Polite, and high to the right - Nadeen can recognize her vassals knocks by now. Danica's is the same height, but firmer. This is Linnea's knock.

"Well, I mean, what authority do I really have? If I tried to pretend I have power, it'd never work. But if I can lead others to do what helps them, then...mission accomplished."

She glances back at the door.

A turn "Yes?"'

It opens, and Linnea notices that the Baroness is not alone. "Apologies, Baroness. I just wanted to let you know I had returned from Dark Gate, and will be resuming patrols in the morning."

Her hair. Did it always have that frizzled white streak? A new stylist, perhaps.

Sylvi grins a bit, but turns to hide it from the thane.

"I hope I did not interrupt anything." She apologizes.

"Oh .. yes " She rises to look at her thane "LInnae... please forgive me, but ...were you hurt? You... seemed to have been " A polite term yes.. "Singed"

Her cheeks color a bit. "Nothing that will not grow out. And, nothing that has not been fully healed. Thank you, Lady, for your concern."

Someone has made at least an effort to help her with re-braiding, and most of the frizz has been brushed out, but that one white streak is... interesting.

Sylvi stands along with Nadeen. "Linnae, would you mind if I redid your braid? I think I can get some of the frizz under control."

"Yes, please, Thane. She's quite good. An expert in many ways in fact"

"Thank you, Baroness," Sylvi gives her a grin.

"Actually..." She blushes just a bit. The braid seems to have been tied in a bit of leather that has a mark on it, Sylvi likely recognizes the Chief of Dark Gate's sigil. "I might keep this braid, for just a bit. I mean, I wouldn't want to trouble you. Vanity is not an indulgence I need feed."

Sylvi grins, being in-the-know. "Of course. I totally get it."

A brow lift

"Some strange sort of electricity elemental. Don't tell Thistle, she might try to call one up to harness into the engine of her car."

"A fair point there." Nadeen realizes "Dame Gladiola already says Thistle drives like a maniac"

"Dame Gladiola drives as though she is on her way to church on Sunday with a 7-layer Marigold Mousse Cake set on the passenger seat... unboxed."

Nadeen covers her lips and fights a laugh "Surely she's not that bad?"

She totally IS that bad. But the Baroness was unaware

"Which is, I suppose, preferable, to, well. Squad car antics."

Sylvi does laugh.