#baronyofthesilverwolf

Nadeen is PISSED. She storms about her house, in a fury

"Damnn it.. every time! " A pacing

Flo flinches back, and sinks into an elegant curtsey, holding the position with her head carefully lowered. Her lady is good to her, and treats her well, but a sidhe in a fury? Best to not grab their attention or give them any reason to notice you unduly.

"Every time I try to arrange for a treasure to fall into my House's hand, someone snnitches it! What worm tipped them off?!"

The faintest relaxation - it is not her failing that caused this anger. And yet, she remains carefully guarded. One does not have to be responsible to be the one who takes the blame.

"How may I assist my lady?" she ventures, softly. "A drink, perhaps, or drawn bath? A walk along the forest path, or a hunt?"

There is other prey to seek to vent upon, let it be so, and not upon the maid...

She whirls then, for a moment it must be like talking to a thunderstorm in Winter, then she sighs "Unless you can help me track down a troll and satyr thief who stole from an enterprise I helped set up... no Flo, I fear little will cheer me now. Still, you may have a point about a hunt. Vesper and I might do better with a hunt"

"Thieves, my lady?" Aghast. "Surely, you will set the hounds upon them, if they dared touch what is yours..."

"Alas, twas from my Housebrothers that things were taken, and in anoher land, but yes, Pyska would take such a bite from them" She bends down to pet her dog

Pyschka is glorious! She was never neglected, but now with Flo's skilled hands, she is a fluffy cloud of delightfully groomed magnificence, even her claws trimmed to tap delicately as she walks rather than scuff the floors.

"Oh Flo, you've done such good work with Pyschka wasn' too much trouble? Her breed can be dominnering at times"

"She knows that I am here to serve her whims... except for the treats, of which she only gets one after a groom, lest she lose her svelte figure."

"Ah, a challenge and curse for any lady" Nadeen seems to be in much better mood now as she pets her dog

"What would you hunt with that wee falcon, Lady? A particularly fierce butterfly?" Flo attempts a light tease.

"Oh Vesper is far fiercer than that."

"Perhaps a violent and wild shrew to be tamed?"

"I did see a nosey Raven in the area..."

She covers her mouth in surprise. "Those birds always give me the shivers. So dark and ominous! Won't they flock your poor darling?"

"The raven in questionn seems to be a solo act" She assures (PRESS SEND)