#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Wooo Lavender" Someone says

Oh, Sylvi's right there with Dagmar with the clapping!

Clapping!

After all, if it's not right, surely they've got a protocol to clamp down on things, so they wouldn't be able to clap to begin with!

Lavender MIGHT leann back for a fist bump with Dagmar, then take her posiion

Baronness Nadeen nods "Praise and applause well served and deserved as well"

AS the cheering dies down, Aiden raises a hand once more.

To Danica, once again, he first swears his same Oath of the Escheat. She accepts his the oath, and then responds with her own, a different Oath , but one that Trolls recognize very well, the Oath of Guardianship.

As the sun guards the earth by day, and the moon and stars protect the earth by night, so shall I serve thee with all my might, my heart, and my honor. This, my duty I will not abandon Silverwolf - I shall protect with my all, the Lady of Silverwolf, the Lord of Silverwolf, the Balefire, and the Barony itself. I shall exercise wise judgement, and seek to protect all, but otherwise in that order, and without fail. Or else may the stars vanish from my sky and forever haunt my sleep.

Sylvi's jaw drops and she looks at Dagmar again.

Aiden nods in approval as the slightly altered oath places the Troll as guardian, first and foremost, of his Lady.

Blink.

Nadeen is stunned and gives a curtsey

Aiden accepts, the coin exchanged. "Thane Danica, you may rejoin your peers."

Applause, perhaps a bit less raucus but not for lack of respect

She rises, and bows - To Nadeen and Aiden both, and then strides down to take her place.

Linnea kneels before Nadeen, head bowed.

"In the name of the Dreaming, I take you, Thane Linnea, as my vassal. As the stones, the trees, and the grass belong to the earth, so do you belong to me as one of my house and hearth. I promise to hold you, to guard you, and to keep you. I pledge to honor your service as it deserves, to trust in your conscience and what you feel is just, to reward loyalty in kind, and to assure you of shelter in times of need and plenty. As the moon to the seas below, so is my will to yours. With these words, I pledge the Escheat to you."

Linnea's eyes widen a bit at the adjusted oath, and she blinks back emotion that threatens her stoicism.

Sylvi grins as Nadeen gives the oath.

Zane whispers "that's not entirely the usual oath"

Sylvi whispers back, "It's perfect."

"Rivervale influence." Little quirk of th elips. A trollish grin.

Sylvi stifles a giggle.

Hewitt has straightened, and gives a quiet nod of approval

Shoulders squaring up, Linnea swears in return. An older form of the Oath, but one that runs, for her, deep and true - and also, adjusted, just a touch..

In the name of the Dreaming, I swear my loyalty to you, Lady Nadeen Dancingsnow. As the moon rules the tide, as the rain refreshes the grass, as the Sun imparts life to all, so your will becomes my desire. As you command, I will obey; as you request, I will comply. May my service always please you, and may my eyes lose their sight if I fail to serve you truly.

If ever your will shall falter, your mind cloud, or your judgement lapse, I will strive to serve you not by order alone, but as I see thy heart's intent.

My heart, my mind, my hands are yours from now until you release me from this oath.

Sylvi nods at the specific wording.

Nadeen bends down annd plants a kiss on Linnnae's brow, a blessing along with the coin

A little brow furrow but a nod.

Linnea accepts, and she inhales deeply, straightening up as though coming out of a fog. She still looks worn, but now, more like she has come from a battle, and less that she sickens.

"Thank you." She whispers to the Lady as she pockets the coin with care. "I know you will prove yourself worthy. And so shall I."

"I am already proud of you, my Thane, but yes. " A whisper back

Linnea rises and returns to her position as guardian. A nod over to Danica, at the other side of the Garden... a pause, but Danica nods back. Still a rift there, but one that may heal in time.

Aiden nods and takes a step back. "Sir Feenagh, you have honored us by obliging our oaths. Will you now see to Gwen as is her due?"

"I shall" Sir Feenagh steps forward, suddenly seeming quite regal, "Who wishes to present the fledge? "

Aiden steps forward. "I would present Fledge Gwen. I have followed her path, and seen her learn and strive. She is prepared to know her place in the Dreaming, and her True Self."

Gwen takes a deep breath

Marigold clears her throat. "If I may." She stands, and is somewhat dwarfed by the others, but speaks up. Interrupting the Namer himself before he can go on!

"I've watched Gwen since the day she came to Silverwolf, and never has she given me any reason to doubt her. She is strong, though humble, sweet and kind. They said that you should never trust a man that dogs don't like, and by that judgement? Gwen is the truest among us all."

Ivan BORKS from the sidelines. Just once!

"And no matter who comes out the other side, what colors she wears, what name she holds? Gwen will always be a part of my family." Marigold gives a stern little nod!

"And of our Barony. Gwen is of Silverwolf, now, until she may choose otherwise, but we accept her." Aiden finishes for her.

A grateful glance from Aiden to Nadeen, who reminded him that things sometimes DO need to be said.

Gwen's hands go to her mouth.

She won't cry nope nope nope.. but wow it's close

"I have not had the pleasure of knowing her as well as some" The Baroness adds, "But I look forward to it.. and am already grateful for all she does and has done for the hold I have grown to love and those in it"

The Namer smiles "it is traditional to often have a second voice added, or a listing of what the Fledge has achieved or how they have fared in the eyes of other. I see , we all hear, that she has done that and more."

Sir Ivory smiles from the sides. A nod to Gwen from him. what more could he add, Silverwolf is her home nnow and he understands

In the back, two sluagh tilt their heads together and whisper. Of what, Nadeen can only guess as to their evil plots.

Lizbet: "Do you think they will have something for us to eat? All the fresh smells are making me feel a little nauseated."

Elias: "If not, that will be a poor mark against the new Baroness. We'll see. And we can stop for Taco Bell, they always have something spoiled."

Bluebell twitches a long ear, and hides a smile.

"Then" Ser Feenagh declares, "Let the Fledge come before me to receive her name, her true name"

Gwen steps forward, stoic once more

Marigold leans forward, hands clasped.

Connor leans against Dagmar's leg, wide eyed.

And, ironically, Symon has once again saved the day for Nadeen, for she thought he MIGHT show up, so there is some decayed Korean food waiting

Which any sluagh might like

A broad hand on the pooka's shoulder, heavy and reassuring.