#baronyofthesilverwolf

And helps Linnae along steadying her

They walk down the corridor and towards the inner room that houses the Bale. Rather than setting it to the fore, it's down a hallway, that for a moment seems to grow longer and longer, the doors endless, matching... but only for a moment, before the effect fades and they step through the proper doorway - why, it was here all along, where it has always been. The Bale is as she remembers - elegant, sent into a mantle, and burning with calm, steady silvery flames.

As Gwen steps in, Calanthe looks up and over, and her delicate arched brows raise. "Oh." Seeming surprised to see the fledge here, and moving aside a bit so that Linnea may be set into a comfortable chair.

The Balefire pops and crackles as they enter, with hints of rainbow colors added to the silver, a minor fireworks display!

Gwen helps Linnae sit down and position and even places a pillow just so "Pardon us, Dame." Then a smile at the balefire "So very pretty"

"I am surprised that you made it down the corridor. It seems that the Balefire recognizes your efforts. It was a grand hunt." Calanthe allows.

"Much of it's a blur to me" Gwen admits , then says to the fire "thank you flames of fate and power, may you never dim"

Then to LInnae "Comfy linnae? Need another pillow?"

The flames dance, mesmerizing, cool colors, yet soul warming. A soft sigh as Linnea releases tension she was holding.

“Be well.” Calanthe says softly to her Thane, and bows to the fire before taking her leave.

Crackles and pops, soothing.

Gwen bows as Clanthe goes

And shortly thereafter, the door opens again. A flare and sparks fly from the Bale as Aiden comes in. "Linnea?" He asks, eyes searching before finding her by the bale, where she was near snoozing. "I saw that you were injured." Concern creases his brow - still in his voile from the night before, and smelling of horses.

"Marigold says the balefire will help,Baron. She was nice enough to allow me to help her here."

Moving to the Balefire, he bows before it - deeper than Calanthe had - and murmurs, "Thank you." To Gwen, he sighs. "You'll learn that your kith is skilled at protection - but sometimes terrible about looking out for yourselves. It is not a weakness to ask for, or accept help." A nod, and, "I am glad she trusts you enough to rely on."

"I hope that your first Samhain was acceptable? That which you remember? Until spring, you may find your Winter half closer to the surface. This can cause tensions to run high in a Seelie hold, for too often they refuse to accept the duality of their nature. Here, we sink deeper into our own truths. I pray that you'll find yours to suit you well."

"I feel more relaxed," She admits "A bit sasier.. I think I was heading that way anyway before that night" Gwen says "Sure hope it doesn't get me in trouble"

A hand clasps her shoulder briefly. "If it does, see that you are capable to handle any that may come. Do you wish to remain here? You may, though I expect Linnea will sleep a time, and awaken refreshed."

"Truth? I kind of feel odd about it. Passion before duty right? But... I LIKE looking out after othersso it's not like it's... I guess guarding is a passion? I'd like to at least visit her every hour or so? Makes me feel better? Which is selfish. I won't wake her" A promise

He ponders this for a moment, and looks sad for a moment, before responding. "To be passionate is to be most true to yourself. If you find that to watch over someone is your passion, then it is a duty you set yourself - which should take precedent in your heart over any other."

"Why.. why do you seem sad, Baron?"

Gazing into the fire, "Samhain is a time for remembrance - the veil grows thin, and we can feel close to those who have moved on. The one I loved has no fae soul - where she has gone, there is no return, no rebirth. When I lost her... I lost my passion. I came close to losing everything, so blinded was I by grief." He straightens up. "My Knight helped me to find clarity and focus once more, when I would have failed those who look to me for protection and guidance. Even when Passion reigns before Duty, duty exists - to your liege whom you serve, and from him to those followings he serves in turn... fealty is a double-edged sword."

A glance to Linnea, but she breaths steady, eyes closed. "Calanthe does not always seek to make friends - or even give kindness where it does not benefit her. Please do not think I don't see it - she can be petty. But she loves this hold, and serves it well, and we are stronger for her standing with us."

Gwen lowers her gaze "It's a good lesson, thank you, Baron. I know you will never have the same happiness you did, but I hope you have many new joys"

"I did not mean it as such - you've taken your lessons to heart. It is a joy to have you here. I hope that once sained, you feel the same - whatever house, or none, that you show affiliation to - know that you'll always have a home at Silverwolf."

A pause, and he adds, "I think Marigold would skin me if I dared any less." But he smiles.

A smile "Marigold's a tyrant" Fondness and more

"And she has trained up Briar as her bloodthirsty successor. Excuse me for now - I fear that if I am remiss in taking a shower for any longer, the balefire will seek to cleanse me with her flame in desperation."

A sniff "Your lordship is wise"

Bit of that sass, but not foolish

He blinks, and his eyes crinkle a touch, before he leaves. Amused.

Gwen blushes once he's gone, and she looks at the flame "Help me keep my mouth in check, will you?"

The flames crackle merrily. It does seem a bit stronger and more lively than the sedate silver glow when she first came. Samhain's influence, perhaps.

"Ah, I see. Well, as long as you enjoy the show" And she begins her rounds of relazation, and return check ups

(end ish scene)