#baronyofthesilverwolf

Nadeen keeps her focus. This MUST work or all is lost

"My part in her death?! FAH! You know nothing of which you speak. I envied my sister, I hated that she took my place. But what you insinuate - I did not kill her! When Aiden flaunted his power and thought he was stronger than da'an, that his will would overcome the power of glamour on her weak mortal soul? He would have her by his side - and it was I who tried to save her from his hubris! Yes, I ravaged! I ripped, I tore! I wrenched glamour from her, that she would maintain balance!" Her eyes FLASH, her expression horrified as the words come tumbling out.

"He would not relent! He would have his enchanted wife, and his son both, and damn the cost!

And when her mind gave way, when her soul fled to the dreaming, buoyed on waves of madness? Did he then back away, allow time, that she may recover?" A bitter laugh! "The lord will have his due! He attempted to unleash the very Fire of Fate itself, to cast unto the dreaming itself and DEMAND of Da'an to return her." Bitterly, "He failed. That last light within her was burnt up in the attempt. THAT, is what struck down Dahlia, the final nail, the killing blow."

Calanthe pants, her eyes furious, as she continues. "Such is my part in her death, that you so sought to know."

She tries to wrench free of the cantrip... but there was yet another demand.

Calanthe bites her own tongue in an attempt to prevent the rest to come out, but this gains her only a moments respite, before she sputters, blood tinging her lips.

"He realized what he had done. And in his grief, he would find respite in seeking her soul in the depth of the dreaming. He would have purged himself of his mortal shell and thrust himself back onto the paths of fate."

Calanthe's eyes blaze with hatred as she is forced to admit.

"I stripped from him the memory of what he had done. I clouded his mind, and chilled his heart. I turned him against the boy, that he have a victim to blame other than his own self. And I succeeded. He persisted! He endured, and lived on."

She spits onto the ground. "THAT is what you would restore to him. You would not fix him, you would BREAK him. Are you pleased, Baroness? Is this the answer you sought?!" Shaking, as the grip of the sovereign cantrip releases her, wrung like a dishcloth and hung to dry..

Danica moves to steady Calanthe before she can fall.

"No, but I suspect it's as truthful as we'll have. Connor is innocent... your sacificial lamb, darkly ironic, and perhaps ultimately the doom of things. We'll see,' A frown "I don't know whether to hate you, pity you, or admit in similar situations, a few years ago, I 'd have tried the same," A shake of her head "you have created that glamour leeching monster, a nervousa, a chimea, call it what we will, she's the result of trapped memories and raw fury. I wasn't joking, for thre is nothing to jest about." As she talks.. with her free hand she fumbles wiht her cellphone and calls Aiden onn speed dial "You break that, the room vanishes for good and that thing is free... and it will not be easy to destroy. More over, it is part of the baron, separated or not. Once a part, always a part? "

And she looks at the thanes "If it's free, it will go for the Chancellior first... it will try to kill your charge. To let it be broken is to put her in danger. I am, in my way, trying to protect her too"

For a moment, Calanthe listens... her expression grave as Nadeen comes close to admitting that she may actually understand. Perhaps she can admit her failure, and work with the younger sidhe.... together, they might just...

Alas, no. Ailil pride flares. This Baroness is no friend or boon companion, and after being wrung free of secrets, in public, she must be no less than an enemy.

Calanthe straightens up, her chin high.

"I need neither your pity nor protection, Varich. You chose to breach these walls - you may proceed, for good or ill, on your own." Turning her back on Nadeen.

She puts her sword away and and continues to call

Danica marches at her mistress's side. Linnea casts a glance at Nadeen, her expression deeply troubled - that is, so far as Nadeen has learned to read... and then follows.

Her call? Eventually, an answer. Dogs barking in the background indicates his location. "Nadeen. I am just working with the terriers." With Gwen away, Aiden has chosen to care for them himself, she remembers, rather than ask Briar to potentially terrify the newest additions.

"We must talk, again, my lord. Events unfold, and I have the truth now. You will not like it"

"There is little I like about these trials. Nor am I of Gwydion, to claim that truth is ever an ally or blessing. Where would you have us meet?"

She eyes the prize that she's warded "Here, in the hold near the dance studio. No doubt we'll be spied on, but so be it"

"Psychka, to me. I may need protection"

The pup - scarcely a pup any longer, nearly at her full growth, pads to her side. A soft rumble vibrates through her thick fur, a restrained growl. Woe unto any who threatens her Lady.

"I will meet you there." Aiden promised.

"Please do" And as the call ends, she gives her dog a hug.