#baronyofthesilverwolf

When Nadeen awakes, she is delightfully sore and has interesting aches. The floor of the Bale room is hardwood covered with lush rugs, but still not quite as soft as a pillowtop mattress.

Luckily she finds that she was mostly pillowed on a certain male Sidhe who is still fast asleep, dark hair cascading onto a pale chest.

Another presence is felt, a warmth that pulses within. It seems to ask her, “What now?”

She feels surprised and yet, no shame to have a 'witness' to her love making, she's hardly an exhbiionist, but the fire is part of them both, and it does not trouble her like a usual third party might. She rises smoothly after stroking her lover's dark hair, then moves before the fire A good question. Show me things I didn't know, let us learn of each other She holds out a hand to feel not the heat, but the power

The flames lick over her hands, brightness without burning, strength without scorching.

There is power there, banked in the coals, flaring and popping now with energy from the new fuel she granted it. Without direction, it merely enjoys the simple pleasures of burning.

She cocentrates, what affects of Calanthe, if any linger?

She can sense through it the forms known well to the bale.

The bubbling laughter, like green sticks sparking and popping.

A soft and welcome sensation, like the warmth of hearthstones.

Here’s a hot ember, eager to flare and burn.

Twin Banked coals that burn deep within with strength of their own.

Other forms it is not as familiar with..

It seeks per her request. Traces like sooty coal stains, the lingering smell of smoke… but no live coals of the Chancellor that was.

Small embers of glamour, hidden treasures perhaps? There are rooms yet Nadeen does not know of.

She wants to learn of these rooms and yes, she has an idea. A few touches, she destroyed some art, maybe time to provide some. A few slavic touches, and she can't help but remember the wonderful wood work at Rivervale, but what if it had some more slavic touches?

A simmering feeling, thinking… time passes as she is deep in commune with the Bale… HER Bale… when she opens her eyes, she sees that somber marble of the fireplace has changed to a frame work that is filled with intricately carved wood… the patterns look almost Celtic at first glance, to the untrained eye- but NADEEN knows even if pattern finding was not in her nature, these symbols live in her soul.

Russian designs, patterns and whorls, but with Draconic imagery! Appealing to them both.

Horses with heads thrown high, hunters with spears and crowns of sun…

She knows without seeing it that the woodwork will spread to pockets and lintels throughout the manor.

"Well done" to the flames, feeling it, "I hope my excitement is not too overbearing" She DOES feel excited. The sense of control is intoxicating to any sidhe soul. There was a time when the world was like this, bending to their will. But with power, an obliggation to use it .... properly. Yes.

And, for others.. a thought "Bluebell's dance hall, the treasure, can we restore it?" She feels "Can we incorporate? We shall need such a place for galas"

The flame reaches, and finds. It’s not a part of the hold, a damaged treasure. Perhaps it could be incorporated… no longer a piece to be moved about, built in… a touch of eagerness perhaps, to make it a part of itself, strengthening treasure and hold both.

Her hold is greedy. Well, they understand each other quite well . Well, Blue bell did bring it as a prize to Silverwolf Yes, take it, make it part of us, use it's magic and let us incorporate, But respect, rabbit patterns, and dancers

The bale simmers and considers, and she can feel the magic moving… yes, it’s working, still flush with energy from her bond. Soon, she feels, she can go see what has been born of treasure and desire.

"My thanks, Silverwolf. Know that I love you as you are, but.. "A whisper "Which of us doesn' enjoy a few frills and adornments?"

Crackles and pops, and the glow of the embers looks like amber glass lit by sunlight.

Now, however, the Lord stirs.

She admires him, even as she slips on a bit of apparel, his shirtt will do

She probably looks quite fetching in it "Morning, lover"

He reaches towards where she had lain, and grasps, suddenly looking panicked as he doesn't find her. His eyes shoot open- and then he relaxes in relief seeing her there.

“Nadeen.” He says, the simple word holding much.

"Aiden," She slides back next to him and kisses his cheek, "Borrowed your shirt, hope you do not mind?" Coyly "I.. like how i smells like you"

He slides an arm around her, gaining comfort in the simple act of touch.

“I hope that I have not been too Forward. When I saw you joining with the Bale, I could not stand to see her take of you that which I could not also claim, and give to you that which I would also share.”

Jealous of his own Fire? Mm, perhaps.

"Ah, so she's a her then? Have you garnered yourself two women at once? " Delighted mischief there "And Aiden, afterr of months of you being the soul of restraint when I wished otherwise, I think you're due a little forward, as am I. "

He smiles, and runs a hand along the new woodworking, magnificent carvings that never felt a knife.

“Redecorating?”

There she is, nude save for his shirt going down to her thighs, and only now at his question of redecorating, does she blush! "Ah, a little. I ..wanted to do more but I knew doing so in a time of Euphoria might be unwise if I kept at it. I think Silverwolf herself took some of my basic desires and did a good job of incorporating them. It's not too far is it?"

“It’s beautiful.” He says, though he seems to be looking at her, rather than the woodwork.

Pride, a blush, vanity...he's got so much power over her with simple praise. It's a bit scary, but even more wondrous, "I mean the wood work" Faux primly, but she can't hide the smile, "Oh, and the.. I Hope Bluebell forgives me, We may have a permanent addition .. Want to see it with me? " A beat "Though we'll need to get dressed"

“Alas.” He reaches for her, and takes back his shirt… smiling all the while. Only after he has retrieved it… perhaps a moment longer… does he give her own gown in return.

She huffs, "Ttook your time getting me my gown I notice" But she smiles anyway.

And once dressed, they slip to their chambers to shower, change, and yes, then see the ball room

They find that a new door has appeared, one with a carved lintel of dancing swans and leaping hares.

A tingle as the door opens into the near dreaming!

More than a simple dance studio now, the Ballroom extends with polished floors of smooth marble tiles, elegant chandeliers, and space for a banquet, a ball, a ballet, or a grand fete. A raised dias may be for a performance, a speech, or for Nobility to sit and watch over their people.

A skylight lets sun shine in, though the Windows show a winter wonderland of snow covered forest and steppe.

"Oh my word," Her blue eyes shine

Aiden gazed at all this with interest, and then a raised brow at Nadeen. “My lady, you have been busy.” Approvingly.

"It was the treasure... it had glamour to spare, and with that resource, oh... we need to see Bluebell's reaction. I hope she likes"

“The Bale is stronger than before. Not just with my… revival, but it has taken strength from you. Silverwolf is stronger than it has ever been. It is only right that her Lady shall guide her growth.”

"Careful, we'll end up with a spa and a nail salon" She observes with gentle humor then looks up "I'm kidding, in case it need be said. Now, where is Bluebell? I really do want her to see if she's pleased. I rule by your side, but this was her contribution"

“Perhaps in the garden?” They walk together, in no rush.

they do, and Nadeen is.. humming? A waltz. Dancinng is on her mind now

They find Bluebell not in the garden, but in a parlor, which is not quite as it had been.

Elegant and a touch decadent, with velvet cushions and Slavic tapestries. Folk art upon the walls of Russian fae- Vila dancing with mighty wolves, Firebirds and Domovoy, Kikimora and Zmaj…

A shining enameled Samovar is a central piece, ready for rich and smoky Russian tea to be brewed, served with jam for sweetening and savory dainties, caviars and cheeses, delicate tea cakes and… and… the tables are empty, the brewing pot cold, but for a moment, Nadeen could see, smell, even taste the possibility.

Bluebell is showing off the new room to Blossom, trying to draw the girl out of her sullen pout.

Bloosom is reticent, oh yes

"oh... i may have overdone..." But pleasure in her tone

“It is but one Parlor.” Aiden says, his eyes shining in enjoyment at HER joy. “I shall not begrudge you such.” He says, playfully merciful.

"Well, the parlor IS where one socializes with guests. No doubt you'll prefer the stables, my lord" A smile, then "Hello, Blossom"

"Hello.." Blossom pouts "Baroness"

"And. .Baron" She adds. A sigh. She will go through the motions

Bluebell sinks into a delicate curtsey - respectful, and at the same time, a touch boastful, as she knows that perhaps she can sink just a touch lower, stretch a bit farther, than another Dancer present.

"I have discovered the most marvelous room. It came unto me in a dream, and Blossom, she is protecting, lest the wolves shall eat me up."

"We wouldn' want that," Nadeen nods, not slighted by the girl's lack of enthusiasm for changes. "Bluebell, I hope you've seen the ballroom? It's born of your contribution from Pennons"

Her eyes widen, and she straightens. "In sooth? It has not been..." She betrays her worry a touch, but her ears perk.

"it was damaged, partly because of me, but.. I think it's salvaged and then some, Hopefully to your liking"