#baronyofthesilverwolf

Dagmar considers, and sighs. "As tempting as an item may be - I know and have seen what just one of your kind can be like in battle - and know that threats may come to the home I love, at some time unexpected. I will take your aid, in just battle.:

Terra nods, and gestures to one of her wolves. A whisper in his ear, and he trots away, returning on two feet. To Dagmar, he hands a small whistle - fragile, it looks like it was carved out of bird bone. "This will summon a gaffling... a minor servant of Falcon. Send him to us in your time of need. If we be not in battle, we will moon bridge to your side."

And to Dee, she asks, "Are you satisfied, or do you wish to demand more?" The alpha sounds... amused.

D'Lorean has been thinking of what her boon should be

"Of course, the boon must be granted to each." Nevara adds smoothly.

Dagmar drops her chin. "Thank you, Half-Moon."

The small healer steps over and reaches up to slap the Corax across the face! She reels.... then straightens, blinking as she opens clear eyes. Black, of course, but with a blueish glint. And a touch of blood at the corner of her mouth from the slap. "Thanks, Healer." She says, with only a touch of sarcasm.

"Oh we are of different packs.. she and I.. so the aid you give her in battttle is unlikely to help me. Tell me, of these fetishes and such.. is there anything that aids with horses? Their health, or vitality? "

A small smile from the Alpha. "I could tell you that was not part of the promise, and make you choose first." She lets this sink in for a moment, just until Nevara opens her mouth to complain, before amending, "But, take the chatty Raven with you when you leave, and I will give you the information you seek."

Another murmur, and a series of small items are set out upon the stump, beside the Ailil who now rests in solid slumber.

She bends down to see them

A small bell that appears to be carved with glyphs and made out of ice.

A flute that is adorned with the feathers of songbirds.

A small golden earring.

Oh the flute is intriguing "I think Nevara would like to leave with me for a bit. What do they do?"

It is the crescent-moon tattooed healer who speaks up. "The earring is imbued by Falcon. Wear it, and you may tell when one tells you the truth."

Touching the next. "A Harmony flute you saw here. Play it to sooth even the most savage of beasts or battle-frenzies. Fighters will cease, and even a Garou's most righteous rage may be quenched without loss of honor. It is gifted by a water spirit."

And the last, "The Bell of ice has an ice spirit inbued within. Ring, and it will seek out and show those who are under enchantment - they will shiver as if thrust into an icy wind. Be it cadaver-spells or Fairy-blinded, or the incantations of Sorcerers." A sigh, and she adds, "It does NOT detect evil spirits, fomori, or ghosts... that is possession, not a true spell... else we might have avoided our own folly here."

"Each will work once, and then must be bathed under Luna's bared face to recharge."

"Oh, that flute is something... I... I know something of Frenzy."

A bite of her bottom lip "These are all fine gifts."

"Do you wish to exchange your boon?" Terra looks interested. "Perhaps, a trade. You seek a Fetish that only we can make. You can provide fairy tokens that let us see your kind. We can barter."

NOW that intrigues her, "I will take the bell, and perhaps, if fate be kind, I may try to earn or trade for the ear ring later. You are fairy friends in truth to be so gracious in your debts"

The Theurge takes her hand, and in a short ceremony, calls the ice spirit. It takes some haggling and a touch of the girl's own Gnosis in Chiminage to get the spirit to agree to work for Glamour rather than Gnosis, but soon the deal is made, and the bell is bound to Dee. "It will only work for you." She warns the Satyr.

"I.. have five tokens, one for each face of the moon. Would that be a fair trade for the flute?"

The satyr takes it "I will reward it with the essence of dreams for its service and treat it with care"

And she takes i

Nevara starts to open her mouth, but a foot is mashed onto hers by a werewolf standing near. "Sorry." He rumbles, grinning wickedly.

"It is a deal." Terra quickly answers, leaving Sam to wonder if they could have gotten away with offering less!

Dagmar empties out her pockets - dross often looks like trivial things. A gum-wrapper origami swan, a careworn photograph...

The alpha takes one into her hand, and carefully focuses her attention on the swan. The dross fades, and the Alpha's eyes widen as she takes in Dagmar's true form. "You ARE chosen by Falcon." She does not bow. Alphas bow to no one. But she nods, in respect.

"Big Blue and true" D'Lorean says

She bites on her lip - and nods. "We know truth, but we also have a terrible temper, and can forget who is friend versus foe."

"And you are a mystery, O Knight of Pan." Terra says to Dee, contemplating the Satyr.

"I'll take a night of pan..." Nevara whispers into Dee's ear with a grin.

A solemn nod. "You know us well. Your weapon - may I see it?" The Alpha asks of Dagmar.

She nods, and holds out Flyswatter.

D'Lorean lifts her her chin "I am what I have forged myself into, but I owe the Sidhe lord much, and he has been a good alpha."

"Our rage is our power, but also can be a great shame." She accepts the weapon that only she and the Fae can see. One hand only turns into a mighty claw, and she scratches the tip across her arm, then lightly draws a series of runes down the wooden haft. A wave of the weapon through the air dries them, before handing it back.

"If you encounter other Garou who have the gift of Fairy Sight, these runes will tell them you are a friend of our Pack. Carve or ink them onto the weapon or into your skin before the originals have flaked away, if you wish to keep the message. Know that in doing so, you may also draw ire if you face a threat to the Earthmother. Banes may seek you out in battle before others."

"Stupid banes" D'Lorean mutters

The offer includes D'Lorean as well. Somehow, they know that simply repeating the symbols for others will not work.

Mystic wolf ju ju.

A proud/stubborn chin lift. "It is my job to face the biggest threat before the smaller ones."

"Would you have me mark you myself?" An offer, clawed hand extended. A few murmurs indicate that this may be considered an honor.

"I think I'll settle for my shield with the mark"

She considers, then nods. "I am a Falcon."

"Bare your skin."

Allowing her to choose the place.

She pulls up her sleeve - there are other scars there, faded - thin pale lines born of pain.

The Alpha chants quietly in the language of the spirits, as she carves the girl's flesh with a razor-sharp clawtip. When she finishes, blood runs down her arm, and Terra asks, "By what name can we call you, Falcon Warrior?"

"Dagmar Hammerstrike, Knight of Gwydion."

The arm is held in the air. "Look well, O Wolves. She has fought with us. She honors our totem. And now she had bled for us. Let it be known that Dagmar Hammerstrike is an honorary member of the Wolf Lake Pack." A soft touch on her back, and the wound heals.... leaving a scarified tattoo in it's place - one that she sees on others as well.

The other scars? They seem to have disappeared, or have been covered by the new markings.

Dag blushes a bit but smiles.

"Way to go ,Dame Dagmar"

"Will you give us your name, Knight? Or are you just glad to be rid of us?" The Alpha asks, as she carves the symbol into the rim of the Satyr's shield, metal or wood equally pliable under her claw.

"I am called Lavender D'Lorean, and .." A smile "I'm no glad to be rid of you. You are amazing to behold .." She admits "But I am impaient to get my alpha back home safely."

And indeed, she has no looked far from her baron