#baronyofthesilverwolf

Nadeen wakes from her Beltaine night activities with deep embarrasment at her behavior. At the shameless way she acted, at the brazen things she did!

She.. she talked far too freely with Aiden. told him more than he was ready for. Confessed her deep feelings for him more freely and with less care

She told him of her hopes and dreams... and how she once wanted nothing more than to have a hold of her own, but now she was hoping to be a part of HIS life and had fallen not justt for him, but Silverwolf.

Nadeen had gushed, she has prattled and worse, laid far too many cards on the table with him.

She had shown too much of the crazy at once, or had she?

Luckily for Nadeen, Beltane is not Samhain, masked by the mists. She can remember... and remembers Aiden listening - more then listening, really hearing, and thinking over her words. And more, he doesn't dismiss her ideas, but welcomes them. He speaks wistfully of dreams he had once, long ago - before a wife and child, and even before he was Freeholder and Baron of Silverwolf, back when Aiden the lordling had more freedom, and in some ways, less. Days when even a silver Dragon was once young and unsure, and filled with hopes for the future.

Though he is hesitant to make any promise, he does not reject her hopes of being more, more to him, and more to the hold. Rather, he takes it in, tasting the concept, and finding it sweeter than the honeyed wine they share quite a few glasses of, and even building upon her ideas. Is it a lasting dream, one that may come true, or fleeting like the sweetness of a summer rain? Hard to say... but in the moment, it felt like anything may be possible.

In the bed next to her, a form shifts.

SLOWLY she turned to her side, expecting her dog, half hoping for Aiden, and ready to kill just about anything or anyone else

A mountain of white and honey-brown fur, sprawled and taking up a good portion of Nadeen's pillow.

A feeling of... is it relief, or regret? As Nadeen feels the warm breath of Pyschka on her neck, and sits back...

Only to spy tossed onto the back of a bedside chair, a black and silver brocade waistcoat, with a pattern of florals and ferns.

From the opposite side of the dog, she hears a very familiar masculine voice. "You spoil her, Nadeen." Softly amused.

She pets then, blushes "I well.... perhaps if I had better alternatives" A touch of a challenge but the blush remains

He sits up, his black hair tousled in messy waves. She remembers her hands tangling in his hair... the older sidhe's chest is bare, but she catches a glimpse - his slacks (calf-hugging, and black, of course) are still in place, though unbelted. Okay - she wouldn't have forgotten if that had happened.

"What more could you wish than such a fine chaperone?" He relents and pats Pyschka, though his eyes, and smile, are on Nadeen. "I trust... I did not overstay my welcome?"

She rises to a upright sitting position more or less, legs under her and to the side but she moves near her lord, some part of her sure her hair must be a mess, but of course, it's 'hollywood tousled', the sort of disheaveled every mortal woman can achieve with at least an hour primping, "Absolutely not," She puts fingers over where his heart lays "I do feel a bit of a fool gushing all over you in the late hours about my dreams of then and now like a love sick calf. thank you for indulging me. And.. for sharing your own dreams past and present in turn."

A pause "At least I think I played hostess well"

"Credit to marigold for much of that though. She and Dru got along well I think"

"You were magnificent. I worry that I monopolized your attention much of the time, though. Did you have ample time to greet and speak with the guests?"

There was at least a period when Aiden got into a rather spirited debate with Dolph and DeLorean over the merits of English vs. Western style tack, broken up by a large Raven...perhaps slightly drunk on fruit fished out of the punch bowl... landing on the Satyr's shoulder and declaring Dee as the 'finest mount'...

"I did, I did," She assures him, "I think Lavender opened her mouth and now we have Adler promoting skills at crafting a small pond" Nadeen actually smiles a bit at the memory of the Pax Corvid that occurred

"I think that between him, Marigold, and our new friend Dee, we may have to expand the gardens to allow for all of the wonders they dreamt of in the bottoms of mead glasses. Julius was bringing up his vineyards again... but I'm unsure about expanding Silverwolf into a new venture so recently on the heels of the pandemic. The industry is in a state of recovery, and yet still volatile. I meant to ask your thoughts..."

He leans in, past the dog who has one eye open, and lightly cups her cheek in one hand. "Perhaps over breakfast?"

Delight "Breakfast would be lovely"

A soft rapping on the door - and Nadeen's handmaid calls, "Lady Nadeen? Are you still resting?" Sunlight streams in the window, filtering through her curtains... it's not terribly late, but later than the Baroness might usually rise.

"A moment, Florence, my thanks but please return in 10 minutes"

"Of course, My Lady. Steward Marigold is setting out brunch for those who stayed the night, I thought you may wish to greet them." And her steps carry away. A smart servant is a blessing indeed - forewarned is forearmed, not that Nadeen would have padded out there in her bunny-slippers and robe, but good to know.

Aiden sits up, drawing his hand away with a touch of reluctance, and his gaze a little uncertain.

A look at him, "How about over dinner for two? " she kisses his hand

The kiss seems to strengthen his resolve, and he asks, "Would you be offended by gossip if I was seen leaving your chambers? I would say, let them talk. Let them say that the Lady Dancingsnow is the Baron's lady... but, my lady... any lady, is due the respect of being the guardian of their own reputation. I will follow your will on this."

"You would say let them talk?" She raises a brow "And yet, at the same time you care for my view on my reputation." A look over him, "You are a bold gentleman, and I say that with admiration. I fear you will hear ill of the 'scandal' from Calanthe" she adds, observing his reaction, "She can have a sharp tongue atimes"

He gives this a moment. "I would hope that to be spoken of as the Baron's lady would not be a scandalous prospect... and yet, I see what you mean. I will not have bitterness taint something so sweet. Go, and I will join you at lunch. When you wish it to be known..."

Aiden stops, searching, then rephrases. "I would like to court you, officially, and publicly. Would it displease you, to have me do so?"

She looks at him, curiously then, smiles, "It would delight me to the depths of my soul and set my heart to flight to be courted. And let it be known, go out as you planned to. Let folks talk, for you are right, there is no shame in being the Baron's lady." A beaming smile "If Calanthe complaints bother you not, then good! I will speak to her woman to woman if needed. I thought to save you trouble, but I see my dragon is bold and concerned for MY troubles. how could I be your lady and be less bold then? Let them talk, and wonder. We are sidhe. We shine, they may bask in our light or no. "

He straightens with a smile. "I will see you shortly then, once we have both freshened up." Though, from the way he looks at her, there are certainly no complaints on her appearance. Aiden leans in for a kiss, eliciting a grunt from Pyschka - more from being nudged, than from any complaint at the act. She gets her ears ruffled in turn.

And Nadeen lays a kiss upon him meant to stir him

It stirs indeed... though if he doesn't leave soon, Florence... yes, her full name is a bit more dignified then diner waitress 'Flo' - will return.

A sigh and she parts "I should get dressed, comfy slippers are just not suitable for public brunch "

“You look the queen in anything you wear.” He smiles, rising to retrieve his own clothing.

"Don't let women know that, the Fashion industtry will die" she smiles and admires him but rises to get her own change of clothes

Somewhat of a dance, each watching the other as they move about the room, sadly over too soon.

Wistful longing abounds.

Still, she thinks, let him be seen, let THEM be seen. She feels triumphant, a glow. The Baron's Lady, which, of course, makes him the Lady's Baron. Courtship takes time, it could take years, but the point is, they have shared their secret seelie selves, and neither was repulsed.

Sweet victory there.

Sweet victory, followed by sweet breakfast!

Nadeen will be charming to those departing, hoping they had a wonderful Beltaine and assuring them they made it so

Most of the guests left after midnight...

The Prodigal Raven took off before dawn, saying that she had to Greet The Sun properly in her own rites... but not before telling a story around the bonfire of how Raven stole the Sun this one time. No offense intended to any Varich, surely.

'Black Jack' the Piskey made a surprise appearance and did card tricks, only to storm off in a huff after he realized that someone had lifted his spare deck from his pocket halfway through an act. This showed up later when Danica shook down Jasper Hob (Literally, by his collar), clearing out several trinkets that the pooka insists must have stuck onto the back of his shirt through static electricity. The two made amends later, and headed out to continue the party at a local 'Gentleman's Club'.

Adler left, as did Zelda - after all, they drove in together, but not before extracting a promise for a meeting later about the garden.

But, Nadeen finds that a few have lingered overnight, whether by design, or simply by misadventure with plentiful wine. Zookeeper Billy brought marshmallows as a peace offering, and stayed up late laughing as Briar and Shawn chase each other with flaming sugar skewers. Kids will be kids! Baaa-haa-haa! He invented the S'more, didn't you know that?

Rosemary the Clurichaun remained, after challenging Dolph to a drinking contest... it's not clear which of them won, but they are both nursing hangovers.

Julius is debating pleasantly with Marigold over hangover cures - hair of the dog, he insists! No, a hearty breakfast a glass of juice, Marigold returns!

Calanthe sleeps in... a pleasant reprieve.

During Beltaine, a nocker might have been spotted trailing around the outskirts. She ate, she drank, she did NOT dance or party. No point to it; not when there's work to be done. So the glue is drying.... so... maybe just watch things.

Zelda did seek out Willy, once Adler got a bug up his butt about talkin' plants with that walking tree-gal. A nocker knows how best to socialize with another nocker, and asks Willy about her most recent project - and instead of inane gabber, she actually has INSIGHTFUL feedback about the process!

All the things that could have been done RIGHT!

"Dee" Lorean waves to her friend happy as she seems healed enough to fly off.

Indeed, as Nevara had promised, she is healed up again and flightworthy! She stayed in Raven form all night, as an experiment in memory.... though, alas, on the following morning she finds her avian memories just as foggy as her human ones had been. "Damn." She croaks. "At least it was fun.... I think."