#baronyofthesilverwolf

She nods. "We should get moving. His people are worried."

"Go. One of ours is watching your horses. They have not been harmed." Turning back, she starts barking (pun not intended) orders to her pack members. They have cleanup and cleansing to do.

Nevara grins. "So where to now, roomie?"

"Well, you and I go to a gas station so we'll have a place to meet up" She moves with the baron mostly, she's not as strong as a troll "Catch" She flips a quarter at the raven girl

Dagmar picks up the Baron.

SHINY! She grabs it out of the air!

And her world opens in colors even the umbra might be lacking as the satyress is there in all her greecian glory

Nevara's smile is just as bright even as she leaps into the air, bursting into wings on the way and cawing in triumph, all the way back... well, as far as they'll let her follow.

Definiely to the gas station , "Alas, I don't know how they'll respond with you to the hold itself so.. well, we must part. " She lays a hell of a kiss on Nevera "Bu i owe you an hour long or more date and a knight is supposed o keep her words. " She gives her a phone number "You pick the place?"

"Of course! I'll even buy dinner, as long as you pay the tip." Flipping the coin into the air and back again, delighted.

And a very weary satyress smiles "I and the tip will be there" And off they go to.. a triumphant return

(But that's tBC)

"And I won't even follow her home.... this time." Nevara remarks to herself, grinning.

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The ride back was no shorter than the ride there, for all that it was less worry, and infinitely more conversation. Nevara, healed and revived to full vivacity, chatters almost incessantly.

"So here comes Howls-by-Night, claiming to be from House Wyrmfoe. They're the ruling muckety-mucks around Silver Fang town, you know. And he shows off this silver dagger that your Hunt Lord was hiding - I know, so he SAID - and went on about how the dragon he wore was a sign of Wyrm allegiance, and if Half-Moon couldn't keep the Caern safe, she should be challenged... he knew he wasn't strong enough to take on the entire pack, see, even in his Super-Mecha-Digimon-Evolved form? But if he could get the pack out on the warpath to fight with the local Fae, then he could corrupt the caern from within. But that's old business. Ha! Tell me about YOU. Are you both from entire flocks of blue valkyries and goat-warrior-knights? I am a bit of an expert on Fairies, myself. I met a knight once, with a Squirrel tail. She taught me everything I know...."

"There's more of each of us, yeah."

"I'm just nodding at half of this stuff your'e talking about" D'Lorean says with a grin "as if I understand it all. But yes, our tribes are called kiths"

"I think Houses are more like Tribes..."

"Though I still think it's a kick we got were ravens."

"I guess that's so. Don't have a house myself" D"lreaon admits

"Anyways, yeah - there's different types of us. Different kinds of dreams."

“Aw, everything gets confusing with wolves. You think they just want to hunt and fight but noooo, they got tribes, and camps, and auspices and houses... it’s a good thing they have us Ravens to help keep news straight.”

Lavender admits 'They DO seem kind of stuffy"

A grin at Dagmar, and she fluffs at her hair a bit like a bird preening proudly. “We are the best, after all.”

A grin. "Well, ravens are cool."

"But so are wolves. I've met others. But yeah, gotta be careful about the temper thing."

“Not all wolves are that stuffy. The Silver Fangs claim to be the oldest and wisest and they have to be stuffy about it. Now, I knew a raggie Gnawer called Arse-Biter...”

"Gnawers, yeah!" She grins. "Good people."

“Oh, oh! You know them! You’re a wise fairy. But now you’re even better because you know me. And we know everything. Or everything worth knowing or if we don’t, we find it out. You’re not wrong about the temper though. Don’t worry about me. Us blackbirds are even-keeled. We don’t fly off the handle, hardly never-ever.”

"So did your people work for Odin?"

Smug. “We worked for Odin, we tricked Coyote, we stole the sun from the sky to bring fire to man, we flew for the Morrigan...”

"Ha, we greeks were clearly too clever for you raven types" a wink

A puff. “Some say our feathers are black because Apollo burnt them after we tattled on a tryst...” grinning

"Well, that DOES sound like Apollo"

a grin

“Which was totally unfair. We told him that his lover was unfaithful and he Burns US in anger. Arkkk! Blaming the messenger.”

"Was there perhaps.. laughter, or smirks involved?" She says "not that the greek gods were big on fair"

A grin. “Well, I wasn’t there, of course. But I’ve heard stories...”

"Apollo was kind of a jerk." Helpful!

"He had a big rivalry with Pan" A nod

"Obviously, Pan is better."

"See, I KNEW you were cool" D'Lorean says

"Heh."

A low whisper though she admits the Raven might hear her "Dags, how much trouble do you thihnk I'll get into if I bring even an echanted prodgial near the hold?"

"Well... if it were home, I'd ask the Chief permission."

"I've brought enchanted folks there - but, like, with prior permission."

She looks to see if the Baron has yet revived

Then she says "Well, I'm not asking the Dame" A sour face

The Baron is leaning against the back of whoever's horse he is on, breathing steadily.

"He had a healing, and he's not used to it. That's the kind of juice we normally pump in to fast track bodies that already heal mega-quick. I wouldn't be surprised if he slept all day. You can wake him up if you want, though. A dump in an icy pond might do it. No, that'd probably freeze him. I don't know how you handle it, healing so slow. This one time, I tricked a full moon who insulted me into chasing a deer out onto thin ice - you should have seen him when he came out, his fur turned white white." A laugh!

"We have ways of healing with fae magic but I'm not versed in that type" the satyress admits

"Me neither."