#baronyofthesilverwolf

Meanwhile, coincidentally while Nadeen is having her outing to visit Dru... Dame Lavender D'Lorean feels a storm coming in as she tends to the stables.

The skies are clear, sun shining, but as the Baron approaching on his mount, a tension and pressure flows around him by the sheer force of his will and presence. Her Lord is furious.

She finds herself folding into a bow as he approaches, like a willow wisely doing what it must to survive a gale "My liege?"

Aiden is not alone. There is a deer slung across the back of his saddle - a dead doe, flies already gathering in the warm midday sun - Lavender knows it's not hunting season, so this may strike her as odd.

Behind his mount, staggers a mortal, hands tied and rope looped to the saddle. It appears that the man has been running behind the lord's horse, as now that they come to a halt, he half collapses to catch his breath.

Is the man enchanted?

He IS!

Good "Do you wish assistance, my liege?"

Aiden swings down from his mare and snaps his riding crop in the air, just barely missing the man's face. "STAND." He orders, and the Dictum that kept the man following his horse to near exhaustion forces the mortal back to his feet.

Turning, he glares at Lavender - no, his anger is not in her direction, but she is confronted with it all the same. Her deference tempers the storm only slightly.

"Have Willy prepare a bridle and bonds that will restrain this creature until I have decided what I shall do with it."

"Yes, My lord" No question

The man gasps and pants, eyes going to the newcomer - at first pleading, then uncertain as he takes in her devilish appearance.

"My lord, I believe Willie is currently out, shall I get rope in the short term? " Eyes down cast

Irritation flares, but he nods curtly. "Do not put him where his stench may offend the good beasts of the stables."

She does so.. knowing how to use a rope to good effect. It's a wrangler thing more than a satyr thing

As for himself, he starts unloading the dead doe. Lord he may be, but he does not shirk at the bloody task.

Lavender catches just a hint, it fades even now as the animal has been dead for a time - not simply a doe, but a Fae-touched beast, this man has slain. Not only that, but there - distended mammaries, it was a mother.

"You stupid son of a bitch" She hisses in the mortal's ear

The man, a overweight, nondescript fellow in his 30s or 40s wearing a camo vest, whimpers, flinching away - but he remains standing, as ordered!

THe knots are tight then dares "Baron, are the young dead as well?"

"I did not see the fawn. Or likely, fawns. They would be hidden yet, still in the last blush of spots. They will undoubtedly perish without their dam." He says, anger flaring once more.

"Look! Look what you have wrought!" Aiden points to the carcass, already starting to stink. "It is SUMMER, you brainless fool - you can NOT take meat in this weather as it spoils as soon as breath leaves the body! We shall scarce be able to salvage the hide!" The sidhe lord looks like he wants to rub the man's nose in the mess like a naughty puppy.

"My baron" She says "This fool deserves his punishment, but may I suggest that Glass might be useful in smelling the mtoher and finding the faun?"

He slaps at his side with the riding crop, thinking. "If we find them, they might be raised." He muses. "But then they would need to be released in other lands, for it is not meet nor sporting to hunt tamed prey."

"I've a friend who would help with the transfer, my liege, if it please you" is it cute and small? Yes. Would Dagmar get all protective? YUP

"Shall we simply gift fae creatures to other lands?" His brow goes up - but it might be a good thing, the cool political sense cutting into his red fury, tempering it somewhat.

"i'm a knight and a rider, lacking your acumen , my liege. But I do know enough to have faith for you to play this to your advantage in gaining good will. While I was, I am sure transparently, considering Dame Dagmar's kindess towards animals, the Farmhold currently is a source of feed. Either might prove to be advantageous in the greater picture." Then she adds "Besides, I confess, it irks me this pathetic wretch would succeed in doing even more harm"

Aiden eyes blaze with Righteous fury. "Seek then. If you find the creature, and it yet lives, you may do with it as you wish. Fair hunting, my Knight."

Seeing that the man has been tied, Aiden gives a cold glare to him, initial anger moving into cold calculation. "And what shall we do with you? Mmm. Rivervale has chimeric wolf packs, does it not? Perhaps we shall enchant him and have them hunt HIM for sport. Tell me, would your colleague support such a thing in exchange? It is not a time yet for a Wyld Hunt, and some of us Respect the season for such things." Evil eye to the man again.

SHe ponders then answers honestly "Rivervale has two Liams, and they are both respected. They would likely be too soft hearted towards mortals and my associate would yield to them in this I think." Lavender looks wistful, might have been fun to help Dagmar hunt these things on horse back

He sniffs audibly. "It is a shame that we do not have such here. It would be fitting for chimeric wolves to roam the lands around Silverwolf, though perhaps they have been intimidated by the hunters of our own lands, or in respect for the feral dreams of the Prodigals. Would that we could harness THEM to the hunt..." A wry smile. "But no, even an Ailil is not rash enough to think they may order a Were about his business."

"A pity indeed. The skywolves are rather lovely. I've met them only once. They're... dignified? Born of Dreams that seem akin to the Jungle Book, untarnished by disneyisms"

"SKY wolves?" His brow goes up. "I had thought that a flight of fancy on Connor's behalf. In sooth, they are horned and winged as Alicorns, and cast spells?"

"No my lord, quite firm, no mere flight of fancy" Rather than real, dreams are real of course, she says firm. They are not fluffs that have passed but tested "They are winged, intelligent, and they speak. They bear names like Farhowl, Jumper, and more. I believe they are on their third generation by now? "

"Third generation? Indeed. And yet, the baronies of Bergen sport so little proper woodland." He muses, distracted and intrigued.

"Rivervale is an abberition in that" She admits "They must feel a bit hemmed in"

"Perhaps they would welcome a more appropriate, suitable habitat."

"As long as they didn't threaten the horses. In Rivervale they'd made a pact to leave those alone"

"Proper wolves would never hunt horses unless desperate or starving. They know to steer clear of human scents and the danger of injury especially from trained destriers." He ponders, clearly thinking some slights on Rivervale that he doesn't bother to voice. "If these wolves are not wise enough to know what their mortal kin know, we will ensure that they become learned."

"True... winged or not, the bigger Hounds would be able to handle them." She ponders "Perhaps Dame Gladiola should make an offer as she is in the area?"

"See if you can find the fawn first, if it yet has not been scavenged. Mothering does are wise in the ways of hiding their young, and fae deer are wiser still. Else they would scarcely be sporting for our hunts."

A side glare at the mortal, who at this point seems to have passed out. Aiden looks unconcerned as to his wellbeing.

"I will see to this trash in the meantime, and take great pleasure in pondering his fate."

She bows again "Yes, my liege. I shall see if I can borrow Glass, have her smell the mother and then track down the fauns if possible. This may take sometime so I will also alert the steward not to worry if I am late. "A glance at the mortal "If you plead really hard, you might yet not regret being born, son of Adam. You still won't enjoy the justice waiting for you, but you might not end up hating life" Is she joking? or dead on? She doesn't say.

A chilly smile to Dame Lavender as she departs, and he takes up the rope to unceremoniously drag the mortal towards a holding pen.

Lavender does as she said she would, seeing if she can borrow Glass, and alerting the steward she would be out for sometime.

Lavender is lucky in that Briar is out for a time - else she might insist on coming on the 'hunt', and to the redcap, it might have a very different goal.

Marigold assures her that it will be fine to borrow the long-eared, keen nosed hound, though. "Are you sure you don't want to wait until after lunch? At least a snack!" Apparently the bogganess is missing a daughter to dote on, and Lavender may well gain 40 pounds this summer if not vigilant.

"Breakfast was huge. I'm fine" She says glad she rides so much to keep in some shape "But thank you so much"

Such a disappointed look.

"You know..." She says "Bluebell is looking a bit scrawny don't you think?"

A look of concern. "Now that you mention it, she has been looking a little peaky lately. Thank you, Dame, I'll whip up a little something just for her." Rolling up the cuffs of her sleeves in earnest, the boggan is ready to set to work! "Best of luck in finding that poor little bambi."

"Much appreciated, Marigold" And out she and Glass go Sorry, Bluebell, but it was either your thighs or mine

Giving Glass a whiff of the mother's spore while not near the mother so they don't find the dead deer.. our knight goes out with the dog then sends her out to search!

Glass snuffles in interest at the tuft of fur, then her nose goes DOWN and her tail goes UP, and… does D have her on a lead?

She does!

Hopefully she won't lose her arm

Glass and D might not be the Nevers favorite creatures, but they are Doing Things. So the satyress gets one pale purple one bobbing along. (Appropriate!)

"Hey, thanks for the company little never. You see some fauns let me know?"