#baronyofthesilverwolf

A raised brow, but she hands over dishes for Nadeen to dry as she washes. "Nobility aside, it still feels like you're a guest."

"I'm of Silverwolf now" She says "Though I do not look forward to telling a friend I'm moving. I dropped hints but... she probably didn't expect it so soon"

"Do you drive? It's a few hours distant, but even as Mortals go, it's close enough to visit."

"It is, and I intend to. " She wwonders if they know about Sylvi's trod "Actually, I have two cars.. again, leavings from my mortal parents deaths"

"I'm going to sell one I think" a pause "Know anyonne who wants to buy a car? "

"Sylvi?" Linnea suggests.

"mmm" A thought "I better make a call" She ponders

"Two calls actually" She sighs "No, a visit. But after the patrol I think."

A smile. "Sure. You up for a ride?"

A bit of a smile back "Yes. "

"Oh, and I wanted to ask. We were considering... a welcome party? But wasn't sure if that would be overkill on top of Carnival. We know you've got a lot of stuff to handle with the move."

Her eyes sparkle with a thought A private dinner with Aiden might work for a welcome but it's not fair to them "Well, I suppose it would be wrong to hold the party at my new residence and have everyone moving furniture in exchange for pizza as a 'get to know me ' thing, however appropriately diabolical it might be. It's rather flattering actually that you thought about it. I think I might like it small, or at least of the hold only. Otherwise I'll have to be on duty as Reeve"

A laugh. "Pizza is the great equalizer. All love pizza, from the loftiest noble to the down-to-earth common folk. Fae and mortal, even prodigals. I'd be up for helping out. But yes, we'll put it together. Maybe once you've closed on your new place, that will give us a little time."

"It does not have to be fancy, truly." She assures "I .. I do love grand parties now and tthen, but I think I fell a bit in love with Silverwolf wehn I saw it. This place seems so .. it has solitude and elegance both. Somehow it has a tie to old ways. Rivervale also touches nature, and maybe that comparison is why this place feels so oddly inviting. Beauty amid the stark moments. A garden in the snow near a hunting house"

Her eyes drift then she says "It's silly but what I'm saying is, I'd be happier staring out the window gazing at the snow while I warm my back to the fire and sip a hot cup of cocoa more than I would being in a barrage of summer fuss."

A soft sigh. "You paint a lovely picture, when Winter is fading. It's nice to remember the snowdrifts rather than today's muddy ice melt. Summer has some perks, though. But we are a winterhome, to be true." A thought. "Actually... would you mind packing some breakfast together? I'll fix a thermos. I bet the Baron is already out at the stables."

"Of course" She says "Like I said ealrier.. he can vex me at times. I swear, talk about being tempted to dictum someone ... I won't, of course, but honestly getting him to eat would be easier that way" And she prepares it

"Well, lucky you. You get the entire year to talk back to the man if he vexes you, and not just one night." Linnea remarks.

A DEEP Blush "Point made. I'll take his breakfast to him and fuss"

"You can fuss at him while I saddle up the horses." She grins. "Then, patrol."

A smile back "Yes" She grabs her sword and heads out with breakfast, moving straight to the Stables

The Baron is not exactly in the stables, but outside. "Thane Linnea... Baroness. A pleasure. You're just in time..." He looks a bit flushed, and is both damp and shirtless... it is RATHER nippy this morning. But he gives them a smile. "Come in."

The Varich is glad she is wearing shoes. it would be embarrasing for the man to see her toes crunch . I understand why some princesses hope to be seized by dragons

"Baron..." She says going in "Thank you, but there is a matter of concern I Should address"

He has his damp shirt in his hands, and was wringing it out. Linnea frowns and starts to move to remove her coat, but he waves her off. "Don't worry about that. I've just been scolded enough times by Miss Marigold about blood staining."

Following Nadeen in, he tosses the shirt into a corner. "Here, in the large stall. Linn, will you grab me a shirt from the chest? I should have some spares. Nadeen, you have to come meet him."

"Meet him?" A brow slender. She's was worked up for a lecure. And now it's on hold? " mm go on"

The soft sound of horses nickering, and the inside of the stable is warmer, yet still cool, a comfortable temperature for the horses.

He heads to the stall where Dolph is just exiting with a few towels. "Baroness!" The Boggan bows. "He's all cleaned up now, like we knew you were a'coming."

Inside, heaps of soft straw, and...

"Awww" she says .. it slips

Aiden speaks behind her, pulling on a fresh shirt. "Isn't he magnificent? He decided to come during Carnival."

"No matter how many foals are dropped in my stables... " He trails off, voice soft, admiring. "I think that the mare knew well that she'd get proper privacy to do what mothers have done since the dawn of time on her own."

"Oh my word" She puts the food down and approaches gently "Look at him, his mane is like a little mohawk.. is it okay with the mother if I touch him you think?"

"She's off getting a hot oat mash that she well earned. It's good to seperate them for just a bit... we can check him out, make sure everthing is healthy and whole, and reintroduce with our scent on the colt. Here..." He takes Nadeen's arm softly, and guides her hand to him. "He can learn who you are."

She extends it "Hello, young lordling. I'm Nadeen Greetings" She touches gently like Dagmar taught her, makinng tut tut soft sounds

He watches, proud, and finds himself taking Nadeen's spare hand in his own. He says in a soft, gentle voice that seems Alien to Ailil...

"Welcome, small one. You are now a part of Silverwolf. Grow strong and fierce."

"Carnival birth. I wonder if that should affect his name?"

"I had thought... maybe something to honor the Kubera in our midst. Perhaps a name related to plants... or trees?"

"Oh...Dru might like that" A smile . She had considered suggesting Joker to honor his night, but there IS power in names.

The foal opens his long-lashed, dark eyes and peers around - and attempts to suckle on Nadeen's fingers.

Nadeen giggles, it just slips out

"In Russian, the word Oak is дуб" She pronounces it like Dub

"Did you have any ideas? This is your welcome as well, you two are linked, in a way." And he listens. "Dub?" He leans in to stroke the foal, checking his legs and hooves, still soft. "Is there a word for acorn? He is scarcely a mighty tree. He will be though. He comes from strong lines."

"желудь " Zhelud is how i sounds "Zhelud is Acorn, I think. Though, in truth, Acorn is an adorable name in it's own right"

He leans in, kenning the beast, and he sighs. "Ah. A shame." Giving the horse a stroke, though he frowns a bit.

"What's wrongg?" She looks at the horse

He tilts his head a bit. "Perhaps I am mistaken. I am tired..." Looking to Nadeen. "Ken the foal for me? Sometimes the seed lies deep."

"oh poor thing, let me see" She kens

Aiden strokes the foal once more, a touch of glamour in his fingers, checking to see if there is an answering glimmer.

And there... it's deep, but Nadeen has been honing her kenning ability!

Her eyes narrow searching, then soften, and a triumphant smile slips out "Oh there you are. Maybe we should call you Joker for the trick you played, but Acorn fits too, little seed"