#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Nadeen? Sylvi?" Dagmar calls.

Nadeen focuses, then turns "Dagmar? What is she... another ally, one I did not expect"

"Deenie!" Connor calls!

His tail thump thump thumps against Dagmar's leg, audibly.

"Dagmar! Fantastic!" Sylvi says.

Linnea frowns, and looks to Nadeen. "This is unexpected."

A massive understatement.

"Nadeen, you haven't done it - right?"

Just verdant green eyes, where once icy blue flecks gazed out.

"I... It's complicated, and unfinished.." She says, her emerald gaze goes to Connor

"Dagmar, why did you bring Connor here?" SHe asks

He holds tightly to Dagmar's hand. "Because I'm shiny."

Frown.

"Your eyes aren't supposed to be green."

"What's 'it'?" Sylvi asks Dagmar. Then, "Connor?"

"And I came here to make sure you didn't DO that!"

A deep inhale. "Okay, this is getting out of hand..."

She shifts position slightly, a protective pose around the pooka without letting go his hand.

"The Lord awaits you, Baroness." Linnea states.

"And we're going with you," Sylvi says firmly to Nadeen.

"Hup." Connor agrees.

"Wonderful, Dreaming help us all" Nadeen nods to the thane "Let's on then." And she leads the way

She deals with sensations, feelings, brought by the boy that startle her

Linnea opens the door wide, and holds it, bowing to Nadeen as she enters.

The room opens up into a large parlor, outfitted as a Victorian-style hunting lodge with dark colors and rich tones, hardwood and velvets, silk and furs. Judging by the hump in the rugs and scuffs on the floor.

Aiden stands before the balefire, set into a marble fireplace and flickering softly in silvery flames from a blackened steel grate. Chairs and couches show signs of having been hastily rearranged, giving the effect of holding court before him. Sitting off to one side and back is steward Julius, with a journal and pen.

Calanthe stands off to his left, Danica to one side. She has a cool, displeased expression, but carefully tailored to not reveal more... until she sees who is at the door, and her brows SHOOT UP, and she scowls.

An open space awaits Nadeen at the Baron's right hand.

There is a moment of surprised silence, and then Aiden clears his throat.

"Nadeen, you seem to have brought an entourage to our private discussion." Not a scolding, but there is definitely a query there that expects to be answered.

"Oh yes, ironically, only was one invited at first, but the invitation has been extended. I think...between us, we may have a solution," She inclines her head to her love, her emerald eyes shining, and then she moves in

Dagmar still has a troubled crease between her brows.

Sylvi bows respectfully to the Baron, but remains silent unless addressed. She takes up a place to the side, but not too far from Nadeen if possible.

That may not be easy, Nadeen has moved closse to the baron as if needing to study every inche of his face

Connor trails shyly at Dagmar's side, somewhat eclipsed by the troll.

"Dame Dagmar and Bridge Sylvi are known to me. I am..." A glance over at Calanthe, and then back to Nadeen, and says, "You may be attended by those you wish. But - why have you brought this boy?" Aiden asks, a bit puzzled, without recognition in his tone.

Calanthe snaps her fingers imperiously, and Linnea locks the door, and moves to her side, the two Troll Thanes flanking the Sidhe Knight.

Sylvi goes wide-eyed, glances at Connor, then at Aiden in disbelief.

"Baron, this is my squire Connor. Your son."

"Because this boy is your son, and your memories of him were taken, and false ones implanted, ones where you blamed him for crimes he did not do... now, even the illusionary memoriues are not in you... and the the creature those memores became is within me..."

"....Dammit, Nadeen."

Sylvi's eyes go wider if possible, and she stares at Nadeen. "Oh boy..." she mutters.

Calanthe's eyes go WIDE. "What have you DONE?!"

"Calanthe, I'm trying to keep your creation from escaping full of rage and KILLING You... even now she's ..drinking in some memories of mine of Connor, of Aiden... and of you.. I'm trying to share with her the good things I've seen in each of you, that I know, I'm trying to let the poison subside... Sylvi is a masater of Spring, either I, or Connor is the key... maybe both..."

Sylvi looks at Connor, checking to see how the boy is handling this.

"You tangle in manners Far FAR beyond your comprehension - you are no magician, no witch of the silver roads. You will be lucky if you have only doomed yourself!" Calanthe sputters at her.

Connor looks.... His tail is down, and his ears flattened. He holds onto Dagmar's hand, and doesn't make eye contact with anyone in the room.

Aiden crosses the small space between then, and reaches for Nadeen. "Nadeen - you promised me you wouldn't do this!" And so he believes.

Calanthe is whispering franticly to the thane on her right.

"You might want to order Dame Calanthe NOT to order her thanes, love... or she'll get clever. And that's partly how we got here" Wryly

Dagmar scoops up Connor - she's tall enough to set him on her hip like a small child, to keep him close in arms.

"Nadeen, we have to get that thing out of your head."

"And I didn't promise anything," SHe looks at all of them , then espcially to Connor, "Your mom LOVED you, your father remembers you, but those memories were taken out of him.. they've been twisted and soured. You understand, Connor. You're a good son, faithful beyond most expectations." A look to Dagmar "You think I don't know that?"

Sylvi bites her lip and tries to be patient as the situation grows more chaotic.

"I had hoped to get here before you did it." Scowl.

"Sylvi.. I'm going to kiss Aiden, return most of his memories and hope that I've filtered it... and you hit him with spring... restore him... I think that might work... and Dagmar I'm sorry dear but damn it. I am working with what I have." A look at Calanthe

"I...ah...hang on. Baron, it'll be easier if I have your permission to do this. On my honor, I mean you no harm." But this might be upsetting.

Something CLUTCHES AT NADEEN as she reaches for Aiden, and she finds herself not listening to the voices around her. All she can hear is the desperate voice inside. MINE. MINE... as the memories reach out towards their source.

She feels her hands reaching for his neck, but not to embrace, to snatch and tear, her fingers forcing themselves into claws.

But...

NO. Nadeen bears back down with her sheer presence of will. She conquers the Glamour of the Presence within her, and it is not able to take control.