#baronyofthesilverwolf

Nadeen rests by the fire. Feeling quite tapped out. Five weaver wards about town to protect her people, to keep the pollution out of the areas with the most vulnerable commoners. She used some dross to ease the cost, but still.

She has a note pad, and a pencil. On it? A kind of caluctlation on which of those of Silverwolf will come and fuss at her for this.

Aiden if he finds out? Likely. She ponders Lin? She might be distracted by Darkgate.

She reaches for her drink and sips, and blinks, realizing a bit of glamour is in there and she just sucked it up! Wait, who served this drink?

The gold and silver mixed flames of the balefire flicker.. smugly. They're not telling.

"ooo" She fusses at the balefire, "I don't remember you being this smug and willful before we bonded. Heaven knows where you learned it"

A little burst of gold, like a sun.

Nadeen hurumphs at this, "I shall pretend I don't know what you're insinuating." She is still a touch low, but not nearly as tapped now. She puts her hand towards the flame and holds it out and communes "Besides, it was needful for me to do so. Childlings and Older Graybeards were and are in danger from bad air. What sort of Baroness would I be if I let anyone else have power over their lives and deaths to such a degree? It's a Varich pride thing"

It is also possibly as much to do with noblity as she was taught in Rivervale. To risk yourself for your charges, but she won't admit to that outloud

The flames lick over her fingers lovingly, imbuing glamour into their Holder.

"Shhh not too much. " A fuss

She feels warmth, love, and... gossip, of a sort. A feel like bubbling fireworks and purple stars, of yellow-gold flowers blooming, of dragon wings that enfold their beloved, the song of the hounds and the hunt.

She listens, and watches, seeking insight and the patterns

Nothing specific, just joy, and sharing in the delights of the hold and her people.

A smile

There is a bit of a twinge that feels... jealous? A sense of steel and leather clad blue skin, and the flames enfold around that feeling as though to keep it from being stolen away.

"Oh now... is this about Linnae? If she goes to Dark Gate, we will wish her well. Though yes, she will be missed. She'd still be close."

A flare and a spit, nonexistent coals sparking.

"She saved my life. And made you stronger. If happiness is what she wants to be rewarded in, than we shall do so. Do not think of it as us losing her. Think of it as gifting her, and it will spread our influence indirectly. IF that is how it turns out" a thought "Would you like me to consider bringing more into our service? "

Flames banked somewhat, sullen... but listening.

"We will need new blood now and then, after all. Though I am pleased with Thistle and Arthur. My they were hard to break in but no denying the benefits there." A reminder, "But there is room for one or two more. I'll keep an eye out. Perhaps an official troubadour, a scribe, or another thane?"

The flames dance merrily at the mention of a troubadour. She can almost hear a song in the crackles... sounds like... Jolene?"

A tilt of her head there, then "No, no, not the rooster pooka, he's obnoxious. "

A crackle, laughter?

Teasing!

"Oh you have a touch of Aiden's humor in you" But more fond than chastissing

(Fade to communing)