#baronyofthesilverwolf

Puzzled, but a nod of approval at her appointment, and his eyes widen. "A colt, is it? Healthy, and the dam as well?"

"Oh yes, lord. quite. You have left your son a miracle of a stallion to be"

"My..." He expression wars for a moment. Cold indifference, a mask he wears well, and - interest in the colt. "A colt is it? Well! Shall you join me for a drink to the new life? I haven't much, but there is tea or I believe, some wine inside the office." Gesturing to the kennel building. "If you are not bothered by a smell of meat in the next room over. Briar is... enthusiastic in her butchery."

"I will endure it, and yes, please. " She says, Oak by now might be almost playing with the puppies, or , more accurately, showing them example of proper canine behavior

Not that their mother wouldn't have it, but he's apparently just a sucker for little things

And inside they go. "Briar - " He calls, "Fetch Stableman Dolph, if you please, with the pedigree logs. And a bottle of the white, I think-" A glance to Nadeen, checking her preference on wine.

"White sounds ideal" She says

And soon they are seated, and it does smell meaty, a heavy, livery smell, but not spoiled or unpleasant - save perhaps to a vegetarian. And the boggan stablehand, Dolph comes in with a chilled bottle, and two glasses that he sets up neatly, pours a touch for Aiden to taste, and then once he shows his approval of the vintage, pours for them both before taking a step back appropriately and setting up a rather ponderous looking tome embossed with the Silver Wolf heraldry on the front. He takes up a quill, ready to write.

"To the new colt-" Aiden raises a glass. "Does he have a name?"

A look to Dolph "Thank you, sirrah. I should mention that your advice and guidance was noted as being dead on in many respects. The lodge passes on it's thanks for your concern for the mother"

And she raises a glass "Alas, he does not yet. "

Dolph bows to the Baroness, and gives her a smile - relief plain on his face, though he does not speak to interrupt.

"To the new Colt then, as yet unnamed. "And a nod to Dolph, who starts writing. "Out of Tinuoroch, mount to Dame Dagmar Hammerstrike out of Midnight- you can fill in the cross reference there, I know you know it-, by Stormwake, mount to Baroness Brekke Grimhand of Rivervale, provenance unknown."

And he adds, "Star. Amusingly enough, the name in Sindarin, it means - roughly, mare of the dawn star - or perhaps small star, or 'spark'. So, not entirely incorrect."

"To the new colt" She says a toast, "May he take his rider to the sky and home again"

And a smile "Spark.. I wonder if that's a good use name for the colt in the short term? A bit of the mother, a bit of the storm"

He gives a smile, “to the-“ a blink. “Sky?”

"There in, my lord, lays the near miracle. You will hear of it eventually, I thought best you hear it of me" She pulls out a chimerical photo of the young colt and there he , nose reaching for a butter fly, his little wings in mid fan, though he is very much on the ground.

Eyes even wider. “Dolph?” He questions, and the boggan bustles over time peer at the photo.

And he laughs! “It ain’t out of your lines, Lord, that I guarantee. None of MY foals out of Silver Wolf showed such shenanigans! Twins indeed! That Tinny, she went and found herself a story, clear as the nose on me face.” The boggan chortles. “Just the one, then? Looks clean-limbed, aye, for all that he’s got extrees.”

"Indeed, Dolph," She chuckles "Clem agrees that it's no wonder you thought it twins. She would have as well. We don't know if the wingss will one day allow true flight , or not, but yes, the wings aside, the limbs are strong and proper. Bright and attentive. He seems playful, and I think his father laments at his lack of dignity, but colts" A smile

The Baron is still marveling over this. “I’ll need to consult on this, yes.” He murmurs to himself. He hands his class to Dolph, who is not shy about tipping it back.

“And fortune shall fly from thy hold as if on wings...” Still to himself, but then he allows a smile over to Nadine. “And River Vale welcomes this addition?” He questions.

"We are in wonder at Rivervale, and delighted. Understand though, that Dame Hammestrike would welcome a new pony if it had no wings and three legs but yes, she is most proud of her Star and befriends the little colt even now. Her squire tends to the colt and learns more of horses. The young colt I think will grow strong and beautiful under such tending. I imagine the Count will be frustrated, for he may ask to purchase him, and Rivervale will politely decline I suspect. "

"I mention the last as I know a Gwydion's frustration might give you a SMALL bit of satisfaction, though that may be sterotyping you by your House" a smile mischievous

“Frankly, I would see many eager to purchase for a menagerie, but few eager to see to the needs of such an extraordinary beast.” And he does give a dry smile of amusement.


Meanwhile, Dolph has been sketching down some quick notes. He rips a page free and folds to offer Nadine with a bow.

“A suggestion for the foals feed, once he’s off the teat. Mix in an extra measure of quality oats- whole, not finings- or other high energy grain such as corn and barley, or soybeans. Look up racehorse feed for the proportions- he’ll need the extry energy if he starts to slut about. Now, if he shows bliss or gains weight, East off, but he may be betwixt and between eating like a bird and a proper steed.”

Nadeen says "yes, the needs of the young one come first in.. " Then Dolph offers his page "Oh!" And she reads "Thank you, Dolph. This is as good as gold " And she will write down some of the terms... slut about? Bliss? Easting off? Best to put that down so she doesn't forget "I will pass it on upon my return"

As she reads through the paper later, some of what was muddled in his excited brogue comes clear. Provide more if he seems to be flitting about using the wings... if he gains weight or looks bloaded, ease off the hearty feed. That makes MUCH more sense.

"And I'd be fair glad to meet this Clem you speak of, if she's half the horsewoman she sounds." Dolph remarks, before penciling in "Spark" as a placeholder use-name in his book, and carrying it off with him.

"A bit rough around the edges, but he's worth his weight in silver for how he cares for my hoofstock."

Oh... she reads "Indeed" A smile

"Now" She says to the Baron, "You got a chance to look at Oak.." She pets the fellow "What do you think of his potential as a sire?"

"He is quite an impressive specimen. Do you think he would guide you on your next trip up here? I had in mind to try the pups afield soon, and would welcome the chance to see him in action. Do you hunt, Nadeen?"

"I have, though I rarely get to indulge " She says "You see, Dagmar is an animal lover. I would trust her to treat any hound with deep affection, but raising that hound to hunt? Unlikely . I should say I do not hunt for merely sport. Food, fur, or to curb over population? yes. But to hunt just for sport , well, it doesn't interest me "

"Indeed. I feed my hounds, in good years, almost solely from game we catch. And feeding a 'wildling' Redcap is no joke either." Though it seems, it was.

"My thanes are quite avid hunters, as well. For good purpose, as you say. And Calanthe will sport with her hawks, but she does as she wills." And he will segue into a conversation about, if so, the best hounds for deer, vs. flushing gamebirds, and the merits of using hawks on birds vs. arrows or hunting rifles - the latter which, it seems, he disdains in general - preferring a bow, or on occasion compound bow himself. And, will entreat the Baroness to join him again, soon, along with Oak if he cares to join?

Obviously they can afford the upkeep, but wild-caught meet is guaranteed free of unusual chemicals and such, it seems. He takes even thus into accounting.

A slight twitch of amusement at the 'no joke' joke. The conversation is, as always, educational, she soon finds herself agreeing to join him soon,with Oak if possible. Rivervale and Caer Falken may have a stronger duty for her, but yes, she will endeavour to make it. For now? Pleasant company and a growing interest.

(End Scene)