#baronyofthesilverwolf

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Julius raps lightly at the door to the private room where Nadeen is sitting. The remnants of a late breakfast with the Baron are still upon the table, though he has left his Baroness to finish her tea as he went to check in once again on Mischka.

"My Lady, am I interrupting?"

Nadeen looks up from her college work, a rather large dog by the side of her chair, "Not really, Julius. Nothing that can't wait." She puts the book aside . She still feels the winter, not as strongly , but her unseelie side intact she eyes him with a bit less summer in her eyes than might be in those months. However she is always willing to listen, "Go on, what issue needs dealing with?"

"Well, I was hoping you might be able to shed a little light onto this one for me?" He looks a bit puzzled as he scratches one of his horns.

While Julius tends a little towards the slovenly in his unseelie days, he proves to be one of those untidy folks who never-the-less knows where everything is, even if their filing system of "folder under a binder behind the desk and near the old YooHoo bottle" is baffling to anyone else.

He offers out a small sheaf of papers. "This was dropped off this morning by Rosemary... you know, the nice Clurichaun of 'Best Luck Realty'?"

"Yes, I remember her," she tries not to show any distaste for any yoohoo bottle stickness on the material, and takes the papers to read

It is an official city document - a land contract, this address is familiar! The homestead just down the road... it looks like the property is being largely deeded to become part of the surrounding parkland! All except a small parcel where the house actually sits.

A note on bright green post-it says, "T.B. - Thought you might be interested! Didn't think the Flenderson's would ever sell, I've been after them for years. Shame about their accident. Bad luck on Halloween, it seems! LMK if interested, might be able to pull some strings - else you'll get a new neighbor. - RM"

Julius waits patiently as she skims over the papers, but adds, "And I wanted to ask if there was a problem with your new study? Unless you were just more comfortable here... otherwise, excuse my question."

Study? What study?

This is both delightful and mortifying she thinks her mouth open just a bit before popping closed at the mention of the Study on top of it. I don't remember ANY of this. I don't think?

"Study?"

Remember? Oh, she recalls... hints... not quite enough to piece together a full picture. One element that comes to mind is a sneering mortal face, suddenly changing from disdain to slack-jawed awe... The feeling of magic swirling through her veins before being set free to order the weak-willed to her bidding, and a sense of smug satisfaction that lingers...

"Oh, yes. You... ah. I don't recall all of it, mind, but well, Bunny and I were cavorting, and you stopping by the office..." Julius gives a bit of a sheepish chuckle, not quite embarrassed by his sloth, and certainly not by the natural acts, but more that the Lady of the household called him on it.

He offers over a key, a rather delicate gold affair with the handle wrought like a snowflake. "As you ordered, your own private office has been set up."

"Ah," A light delicate blush "I intruded on your.. oh dear. I hope I wasn't terribly horrid about it?" She takes the key, "You are a happy couple with.. well, every couple needs..." yes, a blush. She herself has.. coupled with Aiden with great gusto. Sex they say, isn't addictive until you have it, and while she came her no blushing maiden, she was more relieved to have an.. outlet, than she suspected of herself. "Well, blast it, you know what I mean."

"You weren't wrong, though?" He grins, clearly no harm, no foul.

"You more than deserve your own workspace, and even if you choose not to lock things down like Dame Calanthe did, you have the option of privacy, even if, if I might say, it feels more like you have an open door."

He gives her a bow, lest she see disrespect in plain speech.

"Mari picked out the room, once I mentioned it."

Her blush dims at the bow. His instincts are spot on, she didn't see it as disrespectful, but some formalities are comforting, "I hope it didn't intrude or take space from the library? Arthur can be a handful, but he wasn't wrong about a library being a good idea for the hold."

"Not at all. To be honest, a large amount of the hold is under utilized right now. And even should Silverwolf continue to grow at such a rate for the next few years, there is plenty of space to expand into with the surrounding resources."

An easy smile, "And I think it made Miss Mari happy to see Dahlia's study cleared out, even if it won't be used as a greenhouse nursery, it still has some of the best views and lighting in the entire manor."

She raises a brow "That must been something of a sacrifice on her for some level. Marigold's heart is bigger than the hold's estate and she treasures her memories. I Hope to make some new ones. Now, let me get out of your way so this open to others. " She takes up her books and motions to Pyshka

"No worries. Someone's sure to clean this up sooner or later." He says with a laissez-faire attitude... then, at some unspoken hint, adds, "Or maybe I'll just clear the table and let Marigold know the room's ready for tidying."

"Yes, do be tactful," She moves on trying to decide whether to put this in the study calmly, check on Aiden and tell him of the papers, or see if Marigold has the gossip. She compromises, going to her 'new' study, setting up a internet search for news of local events that happened on Halloween. Mortal tech can be handy

The room - or rather, office suite, is lovely. What was once perhaps a gentle lady's sitting room, fit for gentle pursuits such as flower arrangement, perhaps reading or embroidery, it has been updated to more suite Nadeen's tastes in color and decor, but the bones of the suite are still quite a marvelous office space, with a sitting area for taking tea or relaxing, and a juliette balcony that overlooks part of the scenic grounds and lets even the waning sunlight of autumn bathe the room in light.

There is still quite a bit that can be customized... hmm, is that wingback chair really to her preference, or would she prefer a divan to lounge upon? But there is much room to personalize.

"oh, how lovely," she might in her earlier days here, have kenned it and looked it over for traps, but for now, she will actually enjoy. Oh, and check the internet for news of the Flenderson's!

Oh my. Marigold might not know that laptops should be kept uncovered so that they don't overheat, but the cozy she crocheted around Nadeen's is rather cute after all. Maybe just use it when the machine isn't on.

News... news... Not MUCH, in fact. At least, not in the prominent news. After all, this isn't Florida where the law requires all sundry reports to be made public.

Clicking around though... she remembers the name of another small paper, one that might get dismissed as a scandal rag. 'Carthage Courant', wasn't it?

"...escorted from their home not by police, as have oft been called out due to complaints about their off-lead and ill-trained hounds, but this time by emergency services. Sources close to the family say that both Eunice and Arnold Flenderson suffered 'psychiatric episodes' leading to the arrival of emergency services. Surely thoughts and prayers of all us Courant Citizens shall be with them.

...Flenderson name is not unknown to politics in the Carthage circles, as vitriolic proponents of bringing in engineers to review the local undeeded lands for large-scale infrastructure and fracking potential. City Council members will certainly miss their voices raised in argument and dissent.

In a fairly transparent attempt to forestall further investigation, it seems that the land of the Flenderson estate has been deeded to the city as parkland by the family. Carthage humane has rescued several ill-treated animals from their property as well, which will be up for adoption at the local humane society following veterinary and temperament review....

...Speculation is that the homestead property may soon be up for sale? The Flenderson 'eyesore' may be a bit of a fixer upper, but for those with funds who want to hob-nob with the upper crusts of Carthage Society, a secluded forest mansion seems to be the 'new hotness' for the Carthage elite."

"Well, their loss of sanity is our gain of opportunity" She moves to go talk to her co ruler and lover