#baronyofthesilverwolf

And that's when Ivan tries to leap up, grab the phone, and run

"Angie went to her appointment. She was gone all afternoon." The male voice disgruntled.

Calanthe is startled, and tries to pull away, only to find herself in a tug of war. "Drop it!" She hisses!"

TUG O WAR

Gwen can't talk not even to tell the dog no

For a moment it looks like Calanthe is going to KICK the dog, but she refocuses and demands, in a sharp tone laced with dictim this time. "DROP IT."

And Ivan drops it.. drool and maybe a few bit buttons

Gwen can't talk, but she can Move. She grabs the phone and hands it to the Dame...and Oops.. hit the off switch

Clumsy clumy troll fingers

She holds the phone between a few fingertips, and regards Gwen. "I suppose you think you are cute, is it? It all works out in the end. It's just one more seed sown in a fertile bed of distrust."

She pulls her dog to her and stares at the Dame

"My Dreamer is bound to have some interesting commentary for me at our next appointment. Tsk. Were things not hard enough already, without him wondering if she is catting about? You never can trust females. Gwen, dear, this did not have to happen. Pray, do not cross me again."

And her gaze drops to Ivan. "You say he is in here for training. You had BEST train him to know his betters. You may be the Baron's pet, but even he will not tolerate a mongrel that destroys property and bites." Cradling her hand lightly. "Do I make. Myself. Clear?"

Gwen points to her lips.

Her fingers snap, and Gwen's throat loosens, her lips can part once more.

"Ivan bit the phone, not you. But yes, you've made somethings very clear, Dame. "

"Let's make it crystal. Stay away from my dreamers."

A chin lift "You weren't there for her. She was flowing over with hopes of escape. I didn't know she was seeing you when I met her. I only knew she was messed up. Her husband is an abusive asshole. Why do you act as a mental doctor if you're not going to help her heal? Why are you making it worse?"

The stationary page is taken between her fingers, and delicately torn in half. Glamour flows, and soaks into Sidhe, who straightens up, just that much more... glamourous, then before. "It doesn't pay the bills, dear."

"Please leave my room. " She says

Then adds "Chancellor"

Feeling like she's chewing sand paper just trying to be nice about it

A smile. "Thank you, Gwen. And thank you for fetching this for me. You can keep the souvenier." The ripped pieces of paper, empty but for meaning, are dropped to drift to the floor as she walks out, heels clicking softly as she goes.

Ivan lifts his lip, just showing a hint of tooth, and then sneezes.

Gwen holds onto her dog, and burries her face into his fur. Stone skin doesn't keep one from crying

Luckily, Ovcharkas are bred to be loyal, faithful, and very absorbant.

(end scene)