#baronyofthesilverwolf

"A fuckin'... a horse shoe?"

"Okay, Half-Moon we want, the other dick sounds like trouble."

"What do you want, hearts, stars, and clovers?"

"Iron. Rusty iron. Don't know if it's cold iron"

"Yeah, well, let's hope not."

"Chinese would be fine. And I'm adorable. Kind of a tomboy, but I am way past my mono brow days"

"I dunno? It's chimerical. ANd of course I'm gonna save him. I know what he means to you. Why you think I came?"

"You're the best friend ever. EEven if you take forever to answer a text. tell the Raven girl eavesropping is rude"

"Um, you're eavesdropping. But I hope you can keep watching, in case we get screwed."

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"Chimerical... is that like chiminage? HEY, I can't help it. We're the eyes of Gaia, if I can't see, I have to listen." She complains, but quietly.

"They're not sensing shit through the veils put up.... I don't know how they managed it."

"Well, Ravens were Odin's eyes - so maybe they got extra good senses?"

"Okay, Nevara - how did you wind up all burnt up in a cage? What's going on here?"

clearly a sign she's going to hang up

"I will. I'll get him for you."

And she hangs up

"It's Howls-by-Night. He came in dragging your Hunt Lord - see, even -I- know not to fuck with the lords of the fairy, and I'm just a Neocornix. But your... Baron, was it? He came with a silver dagger to slay the alpha in the night, under the guise of leaving the annual chiminage." Her tone clearly doubtful, ranging on sarcastic.

"Uh, yeah. THAT sure as hell wasn't the case."

"Oh bullshit" A snort from D'Lorean

"Obviously not. He'd have to be an absolute nitwit to even try that, within the bawn, surrounded by her pack?" A bitter laugh. "There's something fucky going on, or the Wolf Lake pack wouldn't have heard a word of it..."

"So maybe something is messing with the Howl dude's head?"

"the baron has RITUAL rules to..." A pause and eyes widen "No... maybe"

"And.... cage?"

"Ah yeah, what's up with the cage?"

A frown. "Everyone knows about werewolves and silver, yeah? They're tied to luna and her metal boils their blood, like. It's me and my boy Helios. Gold burns."

"Well, it's in the movies. Sure."

"Howl isn't HOWL. If he ever was. He's being ridden by a Fomori. He's just a shell now. Hollow chocolate filled with toxic cream filling, you dig?"

"The elder dark is in him" Dlorean says "Formororians are a thing with us too" She nods "How do we prove it? "

"Listen. I know how to find out what's going on. But I can't see. But YOU can go. Falcon brought you. You can see..."

"Ohhh. Like a possession, yeah."

"We can bring you with us."

"Do you have a mirror?"

"I'm a Gwydion - a child of Falcon, so.. well.." A look at the satyr. "Maybe da'an is why I got called here?"

"Uh. Not a great one..." More saddlepack digging.

"Look... Nevara, not sure how to help your eyes. I'm sorry."

"Falcon is the totem of the Wolf Lake pack. I'd have chosen Raven, but hey, maybe I'm biased. And it's not like I'm part of the pack, messengers have to stay unbiased."

"Well then, Falcons should vouch for Falcons."

"They'll heal." She sounds unconcerned. "Give it a day. That's who I thought you were when you showed up... he's cut them out twice already. He'd have been early."

Unconcerned, yet pissed.

"That's fucked up."

"Ya THINK?"

"Mirror!" Nevara feels a compact pressed into her hands - instead of powder, one half is a pop-up brush.

"Well, when your eyes come to, you'll see what I meant about my cutness then" Pleased

"There's gotta be some sort of Fetish in play here. Hidden in plain sight, veiling him, covering his lies. I can tell you where to go... but you've got to come at this from the other side."

"Oh.. a.. oh, a magic item?"