#baronyofthesilverwolf

(Sometime after the 4th, perhaps, early morning 5th)

Gerd appears not at Silverwolf, but a mile outside it. Ironically near the mail box and deserted gas station that is a trod to Earth Runes. .She then proceeds to walk towards the hold ruled by Baron Aiden and Baroness Nadeen.

The air is clean despite the fireworks that were no doubt used here just last night.

Is there a crop circle like pattern from Wudlig, Willie, and Thistle's endeavours? Gerd either doesn't notice or doesn't care.

She is armed, but her mace is at her side and bound in a peace tie, and her hornshield on her back.

Gerd is welcomed and lead into a comfortable waiting room, with her choice of tea or coffee, iced beverage, and some pastries. And there she waits.

She's perfectly polite, and she takes the tea with gratitude.

There is no clock in the room to watch, though the minutes tick by all the same. Gerd may be starting to wonder if she was forgotten, her tea gone lukewarm, by the time Bluebell escorts her to an office where Aiden is seated behind a desk, the sidhe lord reviewing some paperwork before him.

Her pooka guide having vanished as quietly as she appeared, Gerd is left standing in the entryway.

"Baron" She bows, even if there's an old man in her head that hurmphs at this, Gerd is not as anti noble as Vegard could be "Please forgive me if this is a bad time"

A final line of text perused, then the paper set lightly aside and he looks up at her. "Time is, as always, fleeting and precious. Good day, Miss Hornshield. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"

His voice cool, but neither rude nor unpleasant in tone.

"I trust that my son is well?"

"He had a wonderful fourth of july, Baron. And he is well. I hope your own events went as pleasantly. " Gerd says "I'm here as an Emissary relating news of another bit of good cheer tied to our holds coordinating in the area of the dogs. That is, I bring the happy news that Edelwiess, on the 4th, gave birth to six puppies. Four males, two females."

He presses his fingers together lightly. "Has my knight, Dame Gladiola, caused some offense to yourself or the Barony of Rivervale that I should be aware of?"

A surprised look, "No Baron. I did not see her when I arrived so I can't say as of today, but we have been on equitable terms. "

"This litter is Dame Gladiola's first foray into official breeding under the Silverwolf seal. That you have come to me directly and forgone the proper chain of command indicates that she is somehow unworthy of your announcement." He sighs, just slightly.

"Perhaps you are not aware of proper avenues for such things. Very well. We are not displeased with the news. All six scions of Ithil-Eri - that is, 'Moonrise', and your Edelweiss are hale are hearty?"

Rather than say the Chief told her to deliver the news here to him, Gerd does what a good emmisary does and takes the hit for the lodge, so to speak, "My apologies, Baron. I will also apologize to Dame Gladiola, for such a signal was not my intent. She is most effiecent and knowledgeable. Please chalk my mistake to my delight at this news, for Edelweiss is dear to me, overcoming my knowledge of protocals ... given I am an Emmisary, there is little to no excuse for that but I hope it does explain if not excuse. " Dog PImp jokes aside, she's not trying to step OVER anyone's head. "As to the six, yes, Baron. One of the males is a runt, and we are watching him carefully, but the teat to pup ratio favors his survival as you already know. I don't think there will be a problem. "

His brow furrows at that. "That is less fortunate to hear. I will send my Knight to check in on the pups, and especially on the small one. It will not do to have any of this litter fail to thrive."

"We would welcome the lady of Daireann as a guest, and again, her expertise will be appreciated, Baron. Our own lodge also is on firm watch with the same goal. "

He asks a series of questions, almost small talk - the lodging of the dogs, their food and exercise schedule, etc.

Here is where Gerd wonders if she's going to get more blowback... obviously the pups are just born and totally reliant on their mother for sustenance. But... "The mother dines well on Purina Pro Plan Focus with the occasional meat leavings mixed in for good behavior. She is currently secure in the shade of our spare stable, a location she picked out for herself, but should the heat grow too unbearable for her and the puppies they'll be moved indoors. I take Edwelwiess for a walk three times a day. The pups are, well, just born, but we'll arrange plenty of play time and practice for them too as they mature. The DeBukes have offered to help"

There is perhaps the slightest downturn of his mouth at the food, but the lord is quite skilled at a political mask with nothing given away.

"Thank you for your report, Miss Hornshield. If you wish you may avail yourself of the manor's hospitality before you return. Dame Gladiola is on an outing and is expected back sometime this evening. You may report to her directly on this matter in the future, saving any emergency."

"Of course, your lordship" She says "And you're most welcome. I'll make a note of it. Unless there is anything else, I will leave you to your work" She's not a spy but as he has the papers on an open desk she doesn't feel ashamed gazing at them as if to concede he does have an ample amount on his plate so to speak

Both chimerical and mundane documents - it looks like concerning supplies of dross, as well as various animal feeds- wild game and fresh meat, supplements, hay and oats.

A thought "Baron, if there is anything else you'd like me to relay to the Chief, or your son? I'd be happy to do so"

She did spy one letter that looked like it was more important. It has a seal that is a Maple Leaf crossed by a sheaf of oats. Due to the incipient wildfires, we are unable to supply the contracted orders of fescue, brome, canarygrass or alfalfa. We may advise seeking commercial feed at a number of mundane suppliers- (it trails off into a list)

"To the chieftain? Not as such. Perhaps my Lady may have regards to send, if you wish. She is speaking with Thistlethwaite, I believe, or may be in the Aviary." A thoughtful pause. "Please do relate to young Connor that the foal he has nicknamed" A slight wince, " 'Gimpy' is doing well, and recovering nicely from the split hoof. He is welcome to visit and check on the colt's status at his leisure."

An actual smile "Thank you, Baron. Connor will be delighted to hear it, and no doubt see it as one more reason to visit." A brow lift "If one may observe, if you do come to see the puppies yourself sometime, it might be one more reason to visit your son without undue display"

A cold look. "Why would I need an excuse to visit my own progeny?"

Well, she tried. "You do not, your son loves you. However, at one time you often seemed ... hestitant, to shares of public affection and recalling this, I did mention this multitasking as it would allow you cover from boggan gossip and intrusive speculation as to your personal family matters from outsiders. If you are now more comfortable in open displays of fondness for him, then that is wonderful, but I was unaware of the change"

He rises slowly, and says in a chilly tone, "Miss Hornshield, I do not take kindly to visitors in my home insulting my relationship and the expression thereof. I give license to your youth and perhaps lacking in proper societal niceties. In any case, as your message has been delivered I bid you good day."

The dismissal is clear.

"No insulted intended, Baron. Perhaps my lack of sleep has made me clumsy of tongue" Give him what he wants, Gerd. Sides, you knew he was prickly and you tried to help on a personal level. Should have known he'd take it wrong "I respectufally withdraw. A good day to you as well" And she bows and walks off

The door snaps shut behind her, though it was out of reach of the man behind the desk.

"I told you so" Vegard's voice echoes in her brain "Sidhe nobles don't like discussion unless it's on THEIR approved reading list"

"And Ailil are worse than most at throwing weight around for petty reasons" The old life continues

Yes Yes Gerd thinks back You're very wise. Kindly shut up. Her own mood a bit dimmed by this simple mission turned sour

(end Scene?)

(Unless she seeks out Nadeen!)

She likely will to pay respects so she doesn't end up offending HER because she left without so much as a hello

And likely she had things to drop off.

Whether Thistle sees the infrequent troll emmisary or not depends on how engrossed the nocker is in her projects or if she's there

Interesting noises from the studio - Thistle is deep into tinkering with the kiln to see if it can also serve for glass!

Gerd peeks in "Ah, pardon me. Have you seen Baroness Nadeen about anywhere?"

"How th'furk would I know?"

"Thanks. I'm O for a hundred today. " The goth garbed troll says "Sorry to intrude then"

Mumble-grumble!

A brow lift "Betrand has a set up something like that"

"What pisher is that?"

"The greastest glassblower /worker nocker of his generation. Lives near KC"

Snort!