#baronyofthesilverwolf

Blossom makes sure all the birds are well tended and provided for. The stairs are not centaur friendly, but she's young and nimble and by now a pro.

and soon, she takes one out on a hunt

.........

Nadeen is not given much warning or head's up when she is asked to join Marigold in one of the guest parlors. Certainly she wasn't anticipating a small crowd of fae, some of which she knows, others she has never met. She does recognize Rosemary the Clurichaun realtor and Sydney, a satyr hairdresser and stylist. Of course she knows Bluebell and Julius, but there are several others present as well. A trio of boggans, a nocker who is tinkering with some sort of drone on a table, being given the side-eye by a slender male sidhe who is commenting on his work.. A lady pooka whose nose is upturned in a way that the polite might call pert and the rude might call porcine.

The door is closed behind the Baroness with a distinct CLICK, preventing her escape.

Nadeen looks fabulous, of course. SHe's a sidhe. She is however, surprised to find herself locked in, "Greetings all. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Said with such confidence that one would think she had scheduled a meeting in

Nadeen did not come with her favored sword, or any weapon for that matter. Why would she when Marigold, who she trusts so, arranged this?

It kinda looks like an intervention

Marigold steps up and, with her hands on her hips, says to Nadeen, "It is time and past for this meeting to take place. You know Rosemary, she can help with locations. Sydney is an unparalleled stylist, and Julius of course will handle drinks...." She introduces others, the nocker is a photographer, the pooka is a caterer, the boggans include a seamstress and a tailor, towards the back of the room is an Eshu who is a florist, "...though I hope to have that nice kubera, Dru, help out."

The male sidhe steps forward with an enthusiastic and flourishing bow.

"And most importantly," Marigold continues, "May I introduce you to Sir Cyndrian Somethingblue." Marigold beams at the man's side. "He is a master at his craft, knighted for it, in fact."

"Sir Cyndrian" An incline of her head from the Baroness in greeting, "If one might inquire, just what IS your craft?"

A bright smile. “Why, wedding planning, of course.”

Marigold chimes in, “I swear you would never pick a date if I didn’t do anything drastic…” she looks a little sheepish, but not much.

"Indeed," A tilt of her head, "And does my lord Aiden know of this?"

A dismissive flap of her hand. “My lady… we love the man, he’s a wonderful liege, but few things break his attention from his pastimes. You are one of them, but party planning? Men are hopeless.”

A soft, somewhat effeminate snort from Sir Cyndrian. “Not -all- men, Marigold darling!”

To Nadeen, “Baroness, please, have a seat, there is tea, coffee. If it suits you, perhaps you may simply meet the vendors and see if they are suitable, then I can have a dossier prepared for your review, at your leisure.”

Servants may try to manage their masters, but this Sidhe seems a master even at management!

She takes a seat, "I fear the timing is not advantageous." Though she can't argue about Aiden getting hyper focused

“Then, please…” with a few claps of his hands, the vendors have all lines up and and each step forward, introducing themselves and offering a business card- actually, in Pansy’s case, that being the name of the piggy-nosed caterer, it’s actually an edible delicate biscuit with her details - Sir Cyndrian collects the cards, takes notes, and then ushers them all out, save for Marigold who is firmly planted.

“If I might be so bold, even if timing now is not advantageous, scheduling is something that must be done in advance if you wish to have the wedding that befits a Lady of your stature.”

She graciously memorizes each vendor, is polite, and grateful for their efforts.

"mmm," She does look wistful, "You're right preparation is required."

Soon the room is blessedly empty but for Marigold and the wedding planner. “A winter wedding, would it be fair to presume?”

"A moment, please." She rings a pull rope, three times, signaling Flo

It’s only a few moments before the Kinain comes in, straightening a clean apron. “My lady?”

"Florence, within my room, you'll find the foot locker. It's safe to open. At the bottom of it, under some spare satin sheets, you'll find a large note book with a white lace ribbon. Bring it to me before returning to your regular duties, please?"

A practiced curtesy, and soon the requested book is in her hands. Nadeen has managed to break Flo of the habit of sitting silently by her feet awaiting a request, but the kinain is still a model of well trained and elegant servitude.

Sir Cyndrian admires her poise, and remarks as well once Flo has stepped out. “Your servants are a credit to your hold.”

"Indeed. We value them jealously" She says. She does not know the man's house but she knows some might upset Flo more than others. Here she both takes the compliment and sends a gentle marker. She takes the note book, and opens it.

Within, are two years worth of plans, designs, decor, ideas for dresses and so much more. Music selections, a wedding plan with adjustments for every season

"As you can see, I have given this some thought"

He gives a low whistle, impressed. “Very nice. If everyone was so organized, I might feel worried for my job! Do you have a team ready? Maid of honor, bridesmaids, so on?”

"In truth, no. I have yet to ask." she says

The baroness looks a bit troubled, and Marigold can pick it up

Marigold moves over to set a hand lightly on her arm. “You have no lack of friends who love you. Both here, and at Rivervale. I am sure you have but to ask.”

"I don't wish to ...disrupt them too much. They're very busy" And I don't want to HURT Dagmar

“Tsk!” Marigold scolds. “They love you. And love means being there for someone’s special day. I would bet my buttons that if you so wished, you might even have competition for stand ins for mother of the bride and to give you away. Oh, I know that some find that outdated, but it’s a lovely tradition…”

“And if you dared try a runaway wedding like Julius and Bluebell? Well, SOME of us would never forgive you!”

A smile "I confess, I was looking forwarrd to dictuming my path to the garter for Bluebell's wedding. Perhaps she had a runaway wedding to keep me from being a tyrant? Very well. I shall make some inquiries"

“Yes, do.” She gives Nadeen an impulsive hug.

Nadeen returns the hug, "Marigold ,if you were ANYONE Else pulling this..." But it is a fond warning.

Cyndrian politely waits, then bows. “May I compile a booklet of the local fae vendors for your consideration?”

“And by Local, I mean across Concordia.” A small smile. “I’ve been told that only the best will do.”

At that ,she considers "You have been told correctly, but should the best be a contended spot, please do consider those closer to here than further. I wish to promote my barony or the lands about it even in this." A beat, "Though ,I am Varich .I trust you know that means I shall ...be cautious about old disputes?"

She treats the sluagh fairly, but she doesn't want to invite trouble

He considers. “There is a dressmaker beyond compare, who is kin to sluagh, the rumor goes, though herself is a pooka. In section 3B…” he gestures to his very detailed dossier, showing her. “A few of her example gowns.”

"I see oh, those are lovely." She ponders "IF you think it best and if she is not offended by my house on her kins's behalf I would consider her. Dru might handle the flowers if we asked"

Cyndrian raises a brow a little, but nods acquiscence at Marigold’s nod to him, not knowing the Kubera himself.

“Shall I consult the lucky groom on his groomsmen choices? There is tailoring to consider for the gentlemen as well.”

An amused thought "I fear my groom may have lost track of events even more than I. Ask, but perhaps..." A glance then a smile at Marigold "Marigold will make introductions there"

“Sometimes the more… introverted Grooms may need some assistance. Never fear, I am an expert.”

"I wonder if I can trick him into biting part of a pomengranite. It's a bit greek but a respectful means" Wryly