#baronyofthesilverwolf

With little urging, the two fawns will follow her.

She sings, she's not the greatest satyress at music but she's decent by satyr standards which means good by most

Fittingly enough, a bit from Snow White

The fawns don't necessarily understand, but though they startle a bit at the strange sound, soon they are frolicking together as they follow her!

A bit of a painful twinge - she'll have bruises under her chainmail later, Dee feels certain.

Possibly worse than that, but no pain, no gain. She'll need to call Rivervale or that farmplace. But Marigold wants to mother someone? Well, milk prep the woman can do... Hold onto your hat, Marigold. You get to make a fuss over some cute little ladies

A little ways down the path, Glass rejoins, looking rather... hangdog.

"You're not a guard dog, Glass. I promise I won't tell Briar. Sides, you got me close enough to find these two"

The hound dog sniffs the fawns curiously, and the young ones, too naive to know that they should be wary, sniff her back, their tails twitching.

"Okay okay let's separate the species. Glass, you go on back to the kennels and get some water. Me I'll get you asnack later"

Glass knows 'Kennel' and 'Snack', and eagerly lopes off.

So it is, that two fawns come into the kitchen "Marigold? I need milk safe for two fawns? Not sure if you've been told yet?"

"Blea! "BLEAAA!" A chorus of soft bleats. The boggan and pooka who are sitting down to (a rather hearty!) lunch together look up, stunned!

(Pause)

Bluebell is already hurrying over to pat the little deer, her pooka nature putting them at ease. "Why, D'Lorean!" She says, in a sweetly astonished tone, "I had thought you were looking a little hearty, but twins, bless!"

The satyr gives the pooka the Hairyeyeball, then hmmphs "I'll begrudgingly admit there's a slight resemblence from the hooves down. Here... let me catch you two up on what happened..." SHe explains the Baron's approach, the poacher and the events there after

"So there you have it... " the satyress says after she finishes up

Bluebell is sniffling by the end of the tale. "Why, how dreadful. Of course we must raise these children as our own." She pats them, "You shall be Dee, and of course, you shall be Lorean..."

Marigold is already working to put together a milk supplement, "I hope that what we make for foals that won't take the teat works for them. It should, it's rich and nutritious." As she mixes rich goat milk with additives.

Bluebell notices the carton of Goat Milk and gets a wicked look, though she smiles. "Ah, just like mama used to make."

"How many limbs do you need to be lucky?" D'Lorean mutters to the pooka "Round down"

Bluebell seems to not have heard her, though with those ears that seems unlikely, as she strokes the fawns.

A slam of a door down the hall, someone else is home! Tromp, tromp...

"Oh geez" DLorean gets ready to step in front of the fawns in case that's Briar

Indeed, the door opens and Briar exclaims, "I -THOUGHT- I smelt venison!"

"Baron says they're off limits for eating" Let's just cut to the chase!

A whine. "But you have TWO of EM! You can let me have ONE!"

Meanwhile, Bluebell is edging towards the door with a bottle in each hand, and coaxing the veniso- er, the fawns out to the garden.

"I have my orders from the Baron... which means we all have orders from the baron. Now..." A thought occurs "The White stag I spoke to? would love to have the poacher the baron caught rended neath hoovers and antlers until, and I quote, even his meat is turned to dust. Maybe you can suggest a few things to the baron to do with the Poacher? No eating him, that would be gross"

Briar salivates. "But maybe I can make him THINK I'm a'gonna..."

Marigold busies herself on the OTHER side of the kitchen.

"Wait, a white stag? Can I eat THAT?!"

"No. It will make your heart pure and all nice." She warns

A vomitty expression. “Gross.” Briar grabs a loaf of bread and a brick of cheese and vanishes again.

“Putting out that cupboard just for her was a good idea.” Says Marigold, as she restocks the shelf.

"When I dreamed of being a knight, not sure I ever realized how many side jobs it would have totally unrelated to jousting" Lavender D'Lorean admits to Marigold

"When the lord commands, his knight carries his voice." She says, cheerfully. "Now, how about a sandwich?"

"Fine, but nothing too fattening? I've gained a bit"

She checks her hips, and then sits with a sigh, feeling...the aches settle in. The bruises hurting now

Marigold purses her lips. "You're FAR too young to be moving about like this old bag of bones in the midst of winter. Come now, let me see what ails you." She puts on a pot of water for tea.

She groans and peels her chain shirt off. "I can't blame him. He thought I was out to kill the fawns and maybe killed their mom. Thank goodness for willow whisper"

A surprised gasp, and then tsk tsk at the sight of the bruises. "I'll be calling Linnea to see to you when she returns from patrol. Those are right nasty looking. You may have cracked ribs!"

"I can heal it myself..." She says "If I can find the focus. Maybe I'll rest a day then try more surely" Cantrip work CAN go wrong . Still she touches a rib and winces visibly. If it's not cracked it's tender

"There's no shame in having someone tend to you. Now, here, I'm going to go draw you a nice bath. Aspirin and some team, and when you're soaked, to bed with you."

"I have to make calls and arrangements for the fawns...which..." SHe looks about "Bluebell abducted but it's a bit unfair to assume I can just leave them for her to work with. She didn't ask for the job"

"I expect if you tried to relieve her of it she'd be as spittin' mad as a mother cat. Let her baby them a bit. If the Baron comes in, I'll pass your report along, and I do hope Lady Nadeen returns soon if he's still in a mood like you said." She sniffs, the Boggan apparently unphased.

A smile "Are you saying Steward trumps Knight?" She does not deny that is the case ,she just wants to see if Marigold confirms it

A little smile. "In this time and place, just so."

"Then I will drink and eat my sandwich then take that bath" she says "And, I will even tell you that while we wre talking, I think I heard your daughter's chirp on your phone"

"Oh!" Marigold actually drops what she's doing and hurries over to where she had left that silly thing. Now, a proper phone lives in one spot and RINGS, mind you, but for her Gwennie, she's working on the new technology.

Marigold maybe distressed if she hasn't checked it often then she will be behind! GASP

but.. the texts are positive

TXT: House here is looking great. Pictures of the set up

TXT: The puppies are coming along. A bit worried about the runt but he's catching up