#anywhere

At some point during the SilverWolf saining extravaganza, Sylvi slips off to the side and sends Colton a text. TXT: Hey. Hope you're okay. When you've got a chance, we need to figure out when I should get my stuff from there.

TXT: I'll have it sent to RV

A beat TXT: _And you can mail me my fallout boy T shirt

A pause.

TXT: K

TXT: I'd bring your stuff myself but I'm kind of busy. Pardon. Got to get back to patrol

and that's all he texts. Maybe she got him at a busy moment?

Maybe. But she doesn't interrupt him further.

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"You okay, Miss Finch ma'am? " The pooka childling approaches Sylvi as she stares at her phone and puts it away

"Hm?" She blinks a bit and then smiles bravely at the childling. "Oh, I'll be fine in a second. Just...needed a breather. What's your name?"

While talking, she takes a compact mirror out of her clutch purse and checks her makeup, discreetly dabbing away any mussed mascara or eyeliner.

"Well JOe calls me knucklehead but the Baron Calls me Rochalor. " a nod "I'm the stable boy"

"I think I like the Baron's name for you better. My name's really Sylvi, but I've never been called Miss Finch before. You get to call me whichever of those two you prefer."

"Well, Sylvi Finch, The Baroness said you were totally completel off limits for any pranking by trolls so I'm standing guard. "

I wonder what she actually said. "Oh, Kind Rochalor! Are the trolls here really so mischievous? I'm very glad for your protection, kind sir." She adds a formal curtsy.

The boy bows back, formally trained it seems, "Did you want some food brought to you? Some cupcakes may go missing en route. Me I blame the piskies?"

"Now, now. It isn't fair to blame everything on the piskies. But if you show me the way to the cupcakes, I can help make some disappear myself."

I might just throw myself into the middle of them and pig out for the rest of the night, she muses a bit glumly.

The pooka looks at her, "Objects are cheerier than they appear..." He offers her an apple blossom

Her brow furrows and her smile goes a bit sad. "You are clever and perceptive. Thank you," she says as she takes the blossom and puts it in her hair. "Does it look nice?"

"Makes me hungry" The boy nods "This way, please" He gestures and leads her towards the cupcakes

She follows, even formally taking his arm if he offers it. "You'll have to tell me which one you recommend most."

"Strawberry for smiles, Sprinkles for fun, but when you're feeling blue, Dark Choclate gets it done. " A pause "Or was it the mint?" He leads her to aw ide cupcake selection

"I'll have to remember that. And yes, Dark Chocolate usually does get it done. Heeeere, dark chocolate cupcake...." she quietly calls as she seeks out her target. "Ah...there you are." She claims one.

(Perception plus Alertness)

/roll 3

((wince))

The cupcake is delicious, no prank in that, it's dark chocolate, and it loves her

The feeling is mutual. Yes, this is just right.

And Marigold knows her cupcakes

Lavender approaches her, and says "Wow"

Oh, the temptation to have another...but then she looks at Lavender. "Um...Wow?"

"Sorry, the dress was nice before, it's... amazing now. You're stealing the show"

"I...what?" She looks down at her dress.

The dresss is adorned with chimerical appleblossoms, making it look more princess like than before, she is trailing them with every footstep, as if she had her own flower girl behind her. A dress of appleblossoms, all about her. Somewhere her mortal dress is under it but it's rather grand and ball like... with an almost Disney touch

"Oh! Oh...what did you..." She looks around for Rochallor.

(Perception plus Alertness again, 2 sux needed)

/roll 3

((Good grief))

Not so much as a hoof print!

"Oh..." She turns and the apple blossoms swirl. She has very mixed emotions. "Oh, I love this, but I didn't mean to upstage things," she says to Lavender.

"You didn't mean to do this?" A confused look "You accidentally stepped into a dress made of chimeric appllebloosms?"

"No, a certain childling gave me this," she indicates the flower in her hair, "and I guess the rest of this just kind of followed! I didn't even notice!"

An amused look "And Gladioa worries she's not attentive by troll standards. Okay, let me guess, Rochalor?"

A wry grin. "I will neither confirm nor deny your suspicions." She doesn't want to rat out the kid.

She lets the dress swirl a bit again and smiles. "It is lovely."

"Uh huh" She smiles "It looks great yeah," A nod