#baronyofthesilverwolf

The air ripples... the wine in the glass that Linnea sips from, the flames of the balefire, Aiden's own hair lifted and brushed by winds of fate.

"Long has it been since I dared touch the strands of fate. I call upon you now, not to demand, but to request. See the one before me. Know what she has wrought, and done so without repentance.

I ask of you, Moiroi. I call on you, Spinners. I beg your attention, Rozhanitsy. Come weigh your judgement, Morrigan."

Oh, crap... Sylvi does not look at whatever Aiden looks like right now. She mostly tries to stay low and out of the way of whatever is coming, shielding the wounded Linnae as much as possible.

Nadeen has put a hand on Dancia, not to condemn, but to show her she doesn't blame her for..what almost happened

The magic of Fate Fire rolls through him, and touches Calanthe. She shrieks.... and her voice dwindles away, to nothing, as she dwindles, shrinking, slipping, vanishing, until only a small pile of clothing remains, empty of the sidhe.

"What?" A gasp

Blink...

The gown twitches. Shaking free of it is a very small, feathered form.

Not a Raptor. Not a mighty hawk. Not even a small, fierce falcon.

But a dove... silvery grey, dappled with black.

"Ah..." A look "We should take her to Sir Sergei. He'll.. care for her"

As the shriek dies away, Sylvi does finally turn to look at what's going on...and she's not sure whether to be horrified or delighted.

"I spent ten years in mourning at your hand. Now, let it seems that you may have a turn." He sighs, taking no pleasure in this.

"If fate allows that you return to us, after a year and a day, I will ask the same question of you again. Perhaps you may have learned another answer."

Aiden looks to Nadeen. "Are you satisfied, my love?" No sarcasm, asking honestly, as she had a valid claim to Calanthe as well.

Knowing that it's for a limited time makes it a bit less awful. A bit.

"I am most in awe, but I think I was of all of us, in the end, the least wounded by her" A nod to him, a glance to Dancia and Linnea , then to her love and to Connor "She has harmed others FAR mroe than I, even if the bullet had struck me. " A look over to Dancia "Dancia... are you okay? LInnae?"

Sylvi turns to check on Linnae, who may have had a bit of the wine spilt on her, but it blends in with the drying blood.

Danica has risen, and moves over to carefully scoop the dove in her hands, cupping them around her, holding, but also trapping.

"By your leave, Baroness, I will take her to Sir Sergei." Her head bowed.

Linnea sips at the wine, and is silent.

Sylvi looks to Nadeen.

"You will return, Thane Dancia? After this is done?" Troubled

"I will return, for your judgement, Baroness." Danica says, heavily.

A nod, and then al ook to the baron "I am Lady of the House now, do you agree?"

He inclines his head. Simple ascent, but it need not proclamation. At least, not right now.

Julius scribbles rapidly.

"Better?" Sylvi asks Linnae quietly.

And then he stops, and shakes his head. "No."

At that, Sylvi's head whips around and she stares at Aiden. What now...?

Nadeen was about to direct Dancia to deliver the dove but then stops . If she is offended she does not show it, merely mature querry

He extends a hand to Nadeen. "You are not Lady of the house. A lovely flower to have on display, with thanes appointed to keep her well. You are not Chancellor, to speak only with my voice.

As much as I have been given tonight, perhaps I shall tempt fate once more, and be greedy."

"Nadeen, I would have you by my side, not serving me, nor being served by me. Be Baroness Nadeen Dancingsnow ap Varich, Baroness of Silverwolf. Join with the Balefire, and let us lead Silverwolf together."

Dagmar bites on her lip.

He adds, "If you will have me... have Us. Please."

"You know I can not swear an oath of true hearts, the power of love, however strongly We feel that love, can never be unlocked. I... offer you no magic, no strength of oath with love" She steps to him, golden hair fluttering just so "Knowing this, would you still have me as your equal?"

Sylvi is, simply, agog.

"You cannot swear a Lovers Oath to me. That I understand. Can you yet swear an oath, to love and protect Silverwolf, and those who call her home?"

"Gladly, for I love it as much as I love you, and it has become my home and those here my family" She moves to him and takes his hand "I have long hungered for a flame, but now I realize what I needed was another half and a home that welcomed me as muc has I welcomed it"

"You have walked through my memories and seen me at my worst and most broken. You have held my heart in your hands and returned it to me whole. No oath could speak stronger than that which I know, Nadeen."

Dagmar has troll-face.

"Then, lord, side by side, or as turns the wheel, however it please thee, I am yours, and I'm silverwolf's"

He embraces Nadeen - almost forgettng, for a moment, that they have an audience.

Sylvi sniffs.

Then, regretfully parting, he remembers one last thing.

Kneeling, he beckons to Connor.

Nadeen turns, as he parts, not offended, no, she understands and more, she is radiant

Connor approaches - shyly still, but not with his earlier trepidation.

"Connor, you have long suffered by my inattention and disregard. Come home to Silverwolf. This will be your home once more, and your family will welcome you - I will welcome you, my son, and the chance to make this up to you however I may."

Sylvi's eyes go wide again, and she looks to Dagmar.

He looks to Dagmar, and even adds, "Your knight, even sworn to Gwydion as she is, would be welcomed as well." This, quite a surprise, even to himself it seems, as he says it.

Her face is stone. Her shoulders are stone.

Connor is stone - no, he's not. But he is quiet, for a long, long minute.

Then, he smiles to Aiden, and says, quite clearly and cheerfully, "No thank you. My family at Rivervale would be awful sad if I left. And I can't do my Squire chores from all the way up here. I think there are even still Jelly Beans I haven't found yet, and they're bound to grow in the spring. Who would climb them if I'm not around, and tell the Shadowpaw how to make justice?"

He reaches out, and pats the Sidhe Lord on the head softly.

"Besides, my Knight is there. And she needs me most of all. And I need her, too."

"Your son is an honorable lad, my love, and has made a family there. However," A smile then a look to Dagmar "Maybe the two of you could visit? Or he might come on some holidays? Evne if it's like JEssica and mostly mortal holidays?"

Is... is Dagmar crying?

It's a terrible day for rain.

Or rather, blinking and trying not to look like she is...

Aiden nods gratefully to Nadeen. Straightening up, he says, "I have not been a good father to you. But you are still my son. I hope someday to be as worthy a father as you are a Squire."

"Bridge Sylvi, Dame Dagmar. Shall you ever call upon Silverwolf, we are in your debt. Unseelie though we are - I will have to rely upon you to call on us to repay." Perhaps, a smile there.