#baronyofthesilverwolf

"What happened to you? You look like a three-day-old possum on the side of rt 56."

"aww, don't TALK to him, he might be tricky!" Briar knows how this happens, if someone takes a liking to a stray, they're off the menu!

"I was in the Dreaming and... it blew up, but in my defense, it wasn't even my fault! We were supposed to hold hands but the silver broke ... lost the others, also not my fault"

He seems to be surprised Thistle IS talking to him

"The... Dreaming blew up?"

At the mention of the others he looks worried, dropping his guard. NOW is the time for Briar to feast! Or.. well , it would be if he weren't kithain

"The others? Are there more people on the roofs?"

"How does the Dreaming blow up?!?"

Briar looks to Glass and whispers to the dog, "You'd tell me, right?"

"Tavi she was going to guide us.. and she's a rover so.... she should know and no.. they weren't with me here. I just landed here. One of the trod things caught me and i nearly bounced off it"

"Alright, what's going on here?"

One thing that Briar is lacking is a decent loom, and Danica makes up for that in sheer mass as she approaches. No weapon drawn, but with both handaxe and handgun on her belt, she is well armed wyrd and without.

Glass howls happily . Found the Piskey

The pisky looks up at Danica "Great googly mooglies"

Noticing Thistle, a hand slips into her pocket. There is an electronic chirp sound from where her car is parked.

Briar takes Glass's collar and drags her a little ways away. "Let's go see if we can find anyone else who fell out of the sky." Making a break for it before she gets dragged into any punishment or chore detail from the stern Thane.

"He says the Dreaming broke."

"The trods" He explains even as Myschka approaches, he turns "ah, is she friendly? Nice doggie"

"Do not attempt to pet her, stranger. She might take a hand if alarmed." Danica does not sound like she is joking.

Her expression darkens a bit and she nods to Thistle. "We are aware of... mischief, on the trods." To the Piskey. "Hands where I can see them. Now - your name?"

Chime! Both the newcomer and Danica get buzzed by the glowing chimera, though their orbits always return, eventually, to Thistle.

Danica is used to them now, and does not bat at the little nuisances.

"Mad Ernie..err Madern" he holds his hands up "And I can't give the pie back, i'm sorry"

"...pie?"

"It was delicious. I really didn't think the nutmeg touches was going to work with the mince meat, but the edging was sublime" He says

"Wait, what?"

"Look, have you seen a satyr guy? About 18 or so, or a pooka girl, buterfly about 13?" He says

"No?"

"Hold a moment. I'll be doing the questions here." " She reaches to her belt, and pulls off a maglite. Opening it, she takes out the batteries, turns them around, and puts them back in backwards. A small bunk...

"No? that.. oh tall woman talking" He sighs "Oh with the magic, hey now "

"The name is Danica, not 'Tall Woman'. THANE Danica to you, or Sergeant. Either way, you will answer, if at all wise."

She clicks the button on the maglite turns it on. Despite the fact that it should not work, a brilliant light shines. Coming not directly from the LED, but shining from the entire length of the handle.

The chimerical light is bright, even in the daylight, and as she holds it high it seems to cause shadows to flee before it.

"Yes, ma'am your scary thaneness" He swallows "I mean, Sarge I mean ... oh with the third degree, Thane It was just one pie! "

Thistle squints and pulls down her goggles.

He squints and looks to the side from the light

Under the light, the hint of spirals on Madern's face fade, showing not his attempt to blend in, but his true guise.

"Speak, Mad Ernie, be that your actual name. Have you come here with intent to cause harm or mischief to Silverwolf, or those within her Baronial grounds?"

The light glows bright, seeking to illuminate the truth. (Any attempt to lie is at a current -1)

Thistle inches away from the light, uncomfortable.

His features do look Silver haired, eyes purple, "I didn't even know where I was" He says sputtering "And I'm not going to hurt anybody. Do I look like a warrior? I..right not questions fro me. No I didn't want to hurt anyone. As for mischief. I stole one pie. I was famished. I'm a piskie, not a pooka"

All true

Something about the magic calls to Thistle, an itchy feeling in her head, that of something... tip of the tongue.. unknown but familiar.

"The danger on the trod - what you fled from, does it pursue you here?"

She squints and rubs at her head.

And... she fumbles, grasping with her kenning senses that have sensitivity not yet well-tempered by experience.

"I sure as hell hope not but honestly I don't know... there were nightmares sure, but the trod itself went bad. We were in Willows, the dreaming near it... when it all went bad. Silver fading, shifting, snapping apart." He says "Look, sgt. I got nothing that could hurt anyone "

She gives him a searching look. "For your own sake, I should hope not." The light flicks off with a click.

"Thistle, bring him inside. See that he is given a proper meal and any immediate needs tended to, but do not let Marigold make a fuss. As he is spry enough to snatch pies, I will say that he needs no immediate healing." A pause, "He is to remain on the main floor until the Baron or Baroness have been consulted."

"Kerisht I'm blind"

He rubs at his eyes

Thistle... she has a moment of illumination of her own! A recollection, a feeling of heat and light - not a flashlight, but flame being called at her command.

She pulls her goggles back up to sit on top of her head. "...yeah...." Her tone is a touch vague, distracted.

"Thistle!" Danica snaps, more intent then harsh - after all, she's not shaking the poor nocker fledge.

"Sorry!"

The Piske contemplates slipping away while the yelling is going on, but ..BIG Dog rightthere