#baronyofthesilverwolf

"The auction materials, this could be a decoy!"

Linnea nods. "They were stored in the garage which is generally locked. We are insured if that is the case. I am sorry, Baroness, but I would rather see them stolen then any harm come to our people. I will ask Lavendar to find the children first, while I check the garage for intruders. Please keep an eye out for Gwen or Willie. I think Gwen was out in town. Briar is at school for another hour or more yet."

"You're right, of course." A nod "Yes, Gwen is with Sir Ivory I think?" She looks to Marigold and takes her hand gently If this backfires, and i can't see how it won't, I'm going to miss this sweet woman "Marigold, it's the youngest children that need the most attention. They're going to be confused. Please take them under your wing for this in particular"

D'Lavender, having gotten the all call, moves to find her lord. SHe remembers the last time something happened and the baron ended up kidnapped by Garou

Marigold nods to Nadeen. "Sounds like a job for sugar cookies." And heads to round up the kids.

Lavender knows that the Baron was out at a pasture letting his pregnant mare out for some private grazing time... and as she heads over, she sees just that. The mare is coming along nicely, still several months out.

Aiden turns to wave to Lavendar. "Here to check on your boy's foal?" He asks, with a small smile.

"More to check on you, Lord. There's been trouble. I wanted to make sure you're well. As far as I know, no one was hurt"

He frowns, and whistles - the mare canters over, and he takes her reins. "Tell me." He says shortly, as he leads the horse back to her stall and ensures that all of the stock are accounted for.

"A possible thief, my lord. Or at least a breaking and entering? Baroness Nadeen has directed folks to make sure the children are well, then the animals in that order."

"Good. Let us check the hounds, then return to my lady."

"How's the mare"?" WHen she also means, how's the foal?

She asks as they head towards the hounds

"Ereglöss is doing marvelous. I had some concern that the Baroness Coradel would be interested in acquiring her, but it seems that desire may have been assuaged, if in fact it ever existed." He checks the locks on the kennels and ensures that everyone is where they should be, resisting the urge to stop and pet them for now."

Even as he answers Lavender's questions, he has a carefully styled expression that only masks his worry- wasting no time before they head back towards the Manor.

THe horses put up, the dogs checked on, they move in

"Something is wrong." Aiden says as they approach.

"It feels wrong. It feels... off." He rubs his forehead. A pause in his step as his phone rings, and he looks- holding up a hand to Lavender and taking a step away to answer.

"Aiden speaking." His expression grows confused, and then - irritated?

"What do you mean 'I cannot'? I shall not be ordered...." His expression grows more clearly upset as the voice on the other end, shrill, interrupts him.

"You. Are not Here." He cuts the caller off finally. "We will deal with any threat to the hold forthwith, and if you have a problem with our methods, discussion may be had on your return." Snapping the phone closed.

He nods to Lavender and returns his strides towards the house. His phone rings again, somehow sounding imperious, and flicked to silent.

"Who was that, my lord?"

"Chancellor Calanthe. She will be returning home shortly." He says, also shortly.

"Yes, Baron" She nods "You said something felt wrong, or off? " SHe kens about "What should I be looking for?"

At the manor, glamour snapped, crackled and popped as the artwork was destroyed, only to die down again in the quiet aftermath. Even now, though, a vague hum is felt in the air, like a low-level current or lingering fog.

"I do not know, Lavender. But I mislike this mystery."

"I'll keep my sword handy, Baron" As they enter

The Baron looks around, taking in the surroundings. Pausing by an alcove, he touches the cracked marble bust, then moves towards a ripped painting. "Who would..." He starts to ask, before turning, and looking up the stairs.

Aiden starts walking in that direction without finishing his sentence.

Nadeen follows him "My lord..." She says "The children are safe. Gwen is with Ser Ivory"

Marigold is approaching, it looks like she has some question - a phone in her hand, but before she can interrupt, Aiden brushes past Nadeen and the Steward both, heading up the stairs as though he didn't hear them.

Marigold shrugs it off, and says, "I shan't bother them then, shall I?" Glancing to Lavender with a shrug as if to say 'Nobles, am I right?' and moving off to finish her call.

Nadeen follows still

Lavender shrugs back , feeling a bit clueless, "Dogs are fine horses seem fine. "

Aiden moves down the hall, and starts up the stairs to the 'Lord's Quarters', but does not stop at his door. Rather, continuing down the hall.

Nadeen follows "Aiden, my love, we need to talk"

He does not respond as he walks.

She kens him as she follows, feeling rather like a ghost herself So this is the price perhaps? He is broken with the glass. Oh please let it not be so. It was meant to restore him

Glamour glimmers... he follows.

She lifts her chin and moves with her

He reaches the end of the hallway, a hand outstretched for the door - and he stops, turning back to look to Nadeen. "I'm sorry, Nadeen - did you say something? I didn't catch that."

Downstairs.... Danica arrives and pulls Lavender aside. "I'll need you to run patrols. Keep an eye out for a man who fits this description. I'll have Nadeen sit with our sketch artist later for a better composite.

The childlings have been rounded up and are, if confused, still glad to be involved in MAKING COOKIES because who wouldn't... And Marigold paces the front hall.

"We need to talk, in private" Nadeen says and takes his hand and whispers "It's about Dahlia"

He frowns, but nods. "My chambers?" They are after all, the closest, just down the hall.

"Yes, I suppose it's best if it is truly private" She moves with him and moves like a queen. She will tell the truth to him.

He follows her, holding the door, and waiting for her to get settled before closing it, and locking the door.

"Let us talk."

(PAUSE)