#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Why, yes, and she is a bit sticky about that, not sure why. Oh, perhaps it's not the most common or elegant name, but it's pretty enough I'd say, though apparently not enough for her supposed ladyship. Now don't go repeating that, mind you. She just needs to settle in."

"I heard there was a new sidhe but I..... Mavis?" And her face falls "Why do they keep going after folks I know or like?"

"Oh, honey." Marigold wraps her in a hug. "Cheer up, buttercup, it's not so bad. She's one of those 'autumn sidhe'. No Arcadian invader here, not that there's anything wrong with what must be done when such occurs..." She says, though perhaps not with complete conviction. "So if you knew the lass, she's still in there, as sure as my Gladiola is still my Gwen." A boop as a finger reaches up to tap Gwen on the nose. "Silly goose. Worrying yourself."

"Wait, she's... ooh" Relief fills her and she returns the hug "Sorry, Mom. I know the Arcadians need a place to land but ... I guess it freaks me out a bit stilll. Mavis is still Mavis but more? Oh great. She's really quite nice. Good sense of humor. " A look over "Dignified you say? "

"Well, she IS a sidhe. Feels like she's trying to get settled. It IS hard, suddenly remembering, but not remembering, you know. It will help once she's sained, but I'm sure that feels like it's forever away to the lass."

"And think of it this way, dear. It's not that folk you know keep being taken or blossoming into fae - it's more that you have fine judgement and good sense to associate with people who are wise, clever, and dream-filled enough to become Fae, one way or another."

She offer with a small smile, "Start hanging around fuddy-duddys and banal folk, and you'll see less of it, if you please."

"Ugh" she makes a face at the fuddy duddies "Point made. We'll I'll have to say hello to her then. But I'm a bit skittish about it. I knew we had new blood and that the others had rescued her, but I didn't know it was someone I knew so I was avoiding. Last time I got put in charge of a Fledge, I got too protective. Wasn't fair to Thistle or Art."

"Well, now they can see how fun it is to shepherd a frisky new lamb." Marigold grins. "You can sit back and enjoy, and always be on hand to help out if needed."

"That's true, if Mavis is HALF the pain in the ass they could be, they might even end up thanking me" A smirk

Marigold flaps a hand at her. "Oh, be nice." But she has a hidden grin.

"I know, I COULD have handled it less rigidly, that's true, and I'm very proud of who they are now" She confides.

"And a fine job you did with the wee lambs."

"Thank you, though most of the credit is to them .. two geniuses to be sure and each grown in courage." A consideration "Yeah, I'll see how Art and Thistle guide Mavis, as htey'll need the training in that. But I won't be a stranger to Mavis either. I liked her. Maybe I can warn her to curb in some instincts like I needed to curb my protective ones"

"Do they? Did you need training when you dove in?" Smiling.

"I had good advice" She reminds , ignoring she was thrown in the deep end "Two troll examplars and such"

"AND a mom who was and is awesome"

"Anyway" She finishes the meal and gets gloves on so she can clean without leaving shale like flesh in the sink before she cleans up washing "Give me that Parcel and I'll hand it over to Mr. Aberdeen when I visit him"

"Oh, yes. I have just the thing. Be a dear and don't tell him it was going in the trash, love?" She fetches a box of cakes that had somehow avoided Briar's attention and were sitting waiting to be disposed of. Added to that is a canister of nice black tea, and a quick handwritten note that she folds a few times before tucking it in. "Here you go."

"If he offers you any, which he shouldn't, that's more of a younger sluagh trick, they won't hurt you. But, the cream cheese icing has started to turn so you may not enjoy them."

"I'll inform him that I just ate," Which is true, "But thank you."

"I know how you feel about hospitality." A fond smile at her Dairrean daughter.

Gwen bends down to kiss her mother on the cheek, then fusses a bit "That leg is keeping you away from stairs, and that's okay, ,but don't forget to have Flo tend to things if you need a strong pair of legs, or even Madern. Just because he's going Food Truck Detective doesn't mean he's getting out of being your help."

"Yes, yes, now off with you, daylight's a wastin'."

"Yes, mom" A fond smile and off she goes.