#baronyofthesilverwolf

Nadeen has the key, but stops to see Thistle behind her "Thistle, this is a private area. "

A pull at Nadeen through the bond they share with the Balefire. My love - send help. Perhaps not in words, but it tugs at her, clearly in need.

Aloud, soft cursing. When does the Baron curse?!

"But..." Scowl.

"Nevermind, come in but hang back" She unlocks the door

and looks in ready to help

Oh, what a scene. A scrying table is upended, the crystal mirror shattered. Art is on the floor, his eyes rolled back in his head, not moving. Aiden crouches next to him, checking the boy's pulse.

Thistle's eyes fly wide open, and her spirals shift yellow. "Art?"

She does NOT hang back, she's beelining for the other fledge.

"Dame De'Lorean, get here, we need a heather balm!"

There is the sharp, coppery tang of blood in the air - though Artie looks pale, he doesn't have any marks on him.

Nadeen's keen sight will notice that one of Aiden's hands is clenched tight, dripping blood.

"Ware the glass!"

Art is breathing, though quick and shallow, and seems to have passed out.

D'lorean has raced in, bandages and gear in her hand "Holy shit" She moves towards him

"What happened?" Nadeen says

"Lavender, do not work additional magic on him. He had a cantrip go awry - and then the fool doubled-down and tried to rework it somehow, and..." A wince, a hand going to his temples.

"There was a backlash."

"You idjit, what did you do? You hurt yourself, and I need your help and you can't furkin' keep pissin' off being knocked out, you addlepated na'ar!"

"You gotta wake up!"

She says "Understood, Baron" She takes out the bandages, removes glass out of the boy and cleans and binds the wounds

Nadeen says "oh Arty . We must get him by the balefire"

Art is unharmed - physically, Aiden however is bleeding. It looks like perhaps he blocked the worst of the glass from hitting the boy.

"It was a glamour backlash, I would rather see him rest somewhere quiet and away from magic for a time. He may wake up sooner in such an environ."

There's a quiet stream of cursing at Arty, worry cloaked as irritation and threats.

Dee tends to the baron then instead and does the wounds fixing on HIM

"The house Sylvi and I have is close and non magical" Nadeen says

A good shoulder-shake. "C'mon, you (&%, stop scaring me..."

Nadeen moves to the boy and kens him "Arty will be fine. He just needs time, Thistle"

"Perfect." Aiden winces - his wound is closed, but his head still throbs with a magical after affect that cannot be as easily cured.

"Thistle. Let the boy go. He has wrought this upon himself." Aiden finds himself tempted to call the boy a 'Fool of a Took'.

"No. He's hurt."

"She's upset from the news of her lost sister on top of this, my baron" Lavender says

"By his own carelessness - no, worse than that, intentional disregard for proper practice and failure to follow my guidance!" Aiden snaps. "I had thought to move up your saining, fledges both, in light of recent events to allow for you to stand forth on your merits. After this display, I am tempted to add a year and a day to his fledge period!"

Lavender's explanation is understated under the sudden anger from the Baron.

Nockers can't flare like sidhe - but they can spark! "Because he did a cantrip wrong? He was trying to HELP!" Sure of this!

The Baroness moves to her love and puts a hand on his shoulder, then says to Thistle "Then help Arty, Thistle, by not exacerbating this situation. "

She fumes.

Lavender lowers her head, then whispers to Thistle "Thistle. He's going to be moved to the house the baroness suggested. We'll get him caried there safely"

HUFF. "Fine."

Nadeen nods "Just so. And thistle, Soothsay is a DELICATE art. The Baron is seeking to shield Arthur from harming himself further by rash action. He would do the same to warn others to ANY here. And he is right to do so. He knows the art better than any here. "

The fledge is still scowling, though that could be for a dozen different reasons.

Aiden is watching Artie. "I'll call for help to carry him. Thistle, you will remain here, and attend to what I have to say."

Dee rises "Am I dismissed , Baron? or is there another task for me?"

"But..."

She can't figure out what but - she's worried about her friend, but there's also the baby and Janice and Frankie and her father...

"Lavender, please-"

Linnea has arrived at the door - her footsteps pounded down the hall, but she stopped outside the threshhold at seeing everyone gathered.

"Good. Linnea, assist Lavender in taking Arthur to Nadeen's mortal abode. Dame Lavender, keep watch over him until he wakes."

The Thane bows, and though her gaze flicks over the goings on and the disarray of the room, she does not ask any questions as she carefully lifts the boy. Catching Thistle's expression, Linnea murmurs, "We will keep you updated."

Arthur soon is being helped by a satyr as well, who leaves and readies to brings arms an armor to guard Art with her life

Her expression is all twisted up, but she manages a nod back at Linnea.

Nadeen stays right here

Aiden stands, and wavers a bit - for a moment it looks like he might keel over, but he straightens up, through force of will perhaps.

"I will tell you the results of my Augury."

"....Yeah?"

Indeed, Nadeen seems to be insistant on being by her co ruler's side