#baronyofthesilverwolf

Marigold tuts a bit about a guest doing the washing up, but if Willy insists, she will graciously not complain as the Nocker helps - granted that she has a light hand with the dinnerware.

"When you've finished up, do take a thermos with you. Our Thane Danica will walk with you over there."

A blue wall has appeared - no, it's just a full-grown troll that makes Gwen look a bit pint-sized. Her long blond hair is tied back in a tight braid and wound around her head - not in a stylish manner, but to keep it out of her face and away from anyone who might see it as a weakness or handhold. Having been absent at dinner, she is quickly and quietly demolishing a sandwich made of much of the fixins from dinner in between two slabs of bread. Seeing Willy notice her, she wipes her mouth and nods.

"Thane Danica Marshall. You'll be seeing to my Brego, I've been told."

Willy looks.... UP.... "Fuck me with a 10 pound hammer, were you born or built?!"

Danica looks down, frowns slightly, but eventually just shrugs. "Born like anyone, built by the dreaming."

"Musta made your mama cry, I guess. Yeah, I'm gonna shoe your horse."

Her weight shifts a bit. "Cause him any harm, and you'll be the next one shoe'd."

Marigold gives Danica a light slap on the arm with the dishtowel she was holding. "Now, none of that, she's a new guest and welcome. I'm sure Miss Willy will do a fine job."

A soft rumble that may be an apology, and Danica clears her dish. "Let's go."

"Lemme git my gear." She does, and follows.

It is a quiet walk, unless Willy broaches the silence. Danica moves in long, steady strides, her gaze alert as she walks the familiar trail. A jacket has been added against the evening chill, which shows on the mortal end of things a 'City of Carthage Police' badge proclaiming her as 'Sargent Marshall'. On her voile, the same place is dedicated to a Silverwolf emblem, with crossed axes underneath.

Danica gets a few sidelong glances, a lingering look at the badge (both forms) but nope, the nocker seems just fine with terse silence.

It's not late yet, but the sun sets early in winter, and soon they have only moonlight, stars, and the crunch of frosted leaves underfoot for company. Danica pauses suddenly, a hand out to still Willy from stepping. She raises a finger to her lips.

Willy stops, looking around.

Danica stares into the darkness for a moment, then relaxes. Gesturing silently, she points up into the branches across the path, where a pair of lambent orange-red eyes reflect the moonlight in the dark!

".... the hell is that?"

A crackle as it shifts on the branch, and Danica shines up a flashlight to reveal....

It blinks at the light, and then swoops off, silently disappearing further into the forest.

"Owl." She says, obviously enough. "Thane Linnea would be best able to tell you what kind. Barred, maybe, or horned owl."

"Yeah." the nocker responds "Yeah, I'll ask her, get out here with binoculars and a bird book and a scorecard."

A sharp look at Willy as she starts walking again. "She knows the animals on our land well."

Arriving at the stables once more, Danica gestures for Willy to go in, then follows her, observing.

(pause)

Will walks in. She looks around, taking mental notes again on the states of the stables; she says nothing, though, walking to the same stall. "Brego." she greets.

Nearby with her own horse, D'Lorean looks over "Ooo a show"

"Pound sand." the nocker invites, not taking her eyes from the horse. Hard to stare down an animal that's 4 feet taller than you but....

"Rather watch you pound hoof, but careful and all." Curious

A smirk. "Yeah, I bet you like to watch." Still looking up at Brego. "You ready for some relief there, big guy? Get that shoe fixed?"

"Oh, success or kick to face, I shall be entrtained " The satyr says with a chuckle

The stables are actually in a very good state. Nothing ostentatious or luxurious, but spacious, clean, and made with quality equipment and nice touches. Brego snorts at Willy as if to say, “You again?”

"Here's the deal. I can make that shoe feel better, more stable. Got the tools here." He hefts her tool roll. "And I got sugar cubes. OR.... we can fuss about it, the shoe stays wonky, and no sugar. Your call."

He ponders this, champing a few times. From behind Willy, unseen by the Nocker, Danica gives her steed a small nod. What Willy sees is that Brego makes up his mind and nods his mighty head enthusiastically.

"Ok! Let's do this thing..... " and she steps into the stall to set up her tools and put the shoe to rights.