#baronyofthesilverwolf

Even if it IS fur, could it be crafter? That's a question...

Nadeen is in own house colors, black and gold, a dress that flows from her like a patch of shadow laced with fire. She makes a note not just of the guest's beauty, but signs of rank and position.

She pauses just a moment, turning to Nadeen, but before she can more than start to quirk a brow, Julius remembers his duty and smoothly introduces the sidhe.

"Introducing Lady Seryn Vellora ap Aesin. Lady Seryn, Baroness Nadeen Dancingsnow ap Varich."

The sidhe bows rather than curtsies, lifting her cloak slightly so it does not brush the immaculately clean floor.

The Sidhe carries the title of Knight but the styling of lady, as some choose to do so.

No Baroness here, Nadeen is certain, though she also does not carry a sword or other knightly trappings.

Nadeen inclines her head gently, "Lady Seryn Vellora, welcome to the Baron of Silverwolf. To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?"

Lady Seryn straightens from her bow with unhurried grace, her gaze settling easily on Nadeen, as though the rest of the room has already been measured and set aside.

“Baroness Dancingsnow, your welcome does you credit. I travel northward to the Mountainwilds, where I intend to spend some time in the forests there. I am told they remain… comparatively untouched, and I would see that for myself.”

Her eyes flick briefly, almost idly, toward the open windows and the hint of gardens beyond before returning to Nadeen. “Such journeys are not made in haste, and it is proper to pause where one finds a holding of good repute. Silverwolf was spoken of favorably to me, and I judged it more suitable for rest than other... lesser holdings along the way.”

Commoner goes unsaid.

"I have heard Aesin have a rapport with the forests and its creatures that many would envy," Nadeen answers honestly, "And your kind words of this hold are true, Silverwolf shines. Would that my lord and husband were here to welcome you as well so allow me to offer greetings on his behalf as well as mine." she notes the dig at commoner holds, but then she was not different at one time and that is not her fight. She sees how Marigold is reacting , for boggans have a feel for people, but perhaps it is too soon for that to have kicked in.

Thistle is, as always, the chimerical epicenter of any room, but a few glowing motes drift closer to investigate the gold and shimmer and glamour that the sidhe brings.

D'Lavender , Dame and Knight, is further back in this case but her gear is quite fancy compared to her usual jousting looks.

A smallish, pale purple never, one called Lilac to avoid confusion, is flitting around near Lavender, trilling softly at the shiny fancy gear.

Lavender's nose ITCHES from a trickle of fairy dust.

Lavender's nose twitches... and she fights the urge to scratch or sneeze.

(WP roll required?)

Bluebell notices and she dabs at her own nose with a delicate handkerchief, a wicked move on her part as it only makes Lavender's nose itch MORE.

(Sure!)

(Best guess, and you apply the Satyr flaw it it matters)

/roll 5

Meanwhile, Seryn lets the moment settle after Nadeen’s greeting, her hands folding lightly at her waist as her attention remains composed and steady on the Baroness. “It is always a relief to find a holding that understands the importance of proper passage. One does not always encounter such care in the smaller stops along the way,” she adds.

She gives a slight incline of her head . “I will remain through the customary three days of hospitality, if it pleases your hall.”

In the pause that follows, Lavender does NOT sneeze!

Lilac lands on Lavender's nose and blows a tiny raspberry into the composed Knight's face, before flitting off. This goes unremarked on other than a hidden grin behind Bluebell's hanky.

( And perhaps a roll of eyes from Thistle? (Idgits!) )

"Many traditions are lost ,but change can be good, long as we do not lose wisdom in the path of it, please, as long as you respect what is my husband's and mine ,and I am sure you will, you may have your three nights. I ask you indulge our staff some lee way, for this hold has duties on them beyond ceremony and they are required to adapt less formal attire in the pursuit of them."

Lavender shoots Bluebell a LOOK but it's quick.

Nadeen does not wish to have it reflected poorly when her staff have flour on their hands for Marigold, Clay for Thistle, or dog hair on a knight's thigh.

Hey, sometimes it is paint or motor oil!

(There was also the slime incident, but we don't talk about it)

(Gwen, who has stone like skin that does not clean easily from slime without a power hose certain does not talk about it!)

Seryn’s attention remains on Nadeen as she listens, the faintest shift at the corner of her mouth in a pleased hint of a smile.
“You honor the old ways in keeping them,” she replies, voice even, the words chosen with care rather than flourish. “That is not as common as it ought to be.”

Her gaze briefly meets Nadeen’s again, steady and acknowledging. “I accept your hospitality as given, and I thank you for its form as well as its substance.”

At the edge of the hall, Marigold shifts her weight and folds her hands neatly before speaking just enough to carry without interrupting the exchange. “If it pleases you both, refreshments are prepared in the drawing room.” There is a brief glance from Marigold toward Seryn, a measuring look that is subtle, but pointed. Nadeen catches this glance. Interesting.

Something to consult on in private with Marigold later it seems, "Ah yes, well done, Marigold, as always," She turns to her guest, "Lady Seryn, would you care to partake?"

Seryn inclines her head a fraction at Nadeen’s invitation, the movement measured rather than ceremonial, her attention remaining steady as she replies, “A most gracious offer, Baroness. It is kind of you to extend it.” Her gaze flicks briefly across the hall as she adds, still in the same even tone, “Are there others who will be joining us, or shall we proceed in quieter company?”

Her eyes, that is, flicked over the hall as thought not seeing anyone else present.

"Just us ,if it not displease. Squire Arthur and Lady Mavis can, in my absence, take on duties that will possibly train them in years to come," She says.

Citrine YAWNS.

Seryn inclines her head once, the motion precise and unhurried. “Just so,” she agrees, the words carrying quiet acceptance rather than comment.

She falls into step beside Nadeen without further delay, allowing the invitation to set the course of the moment as they move from the hall.

The door closes behind them with a soft finality, leaving the reception hall’s light and movement sealed away as the space beyond takes over.

---- Nadeen and Seryn move to somewhere else---

Once the door clicks, and after steps have faded, Julius exhales explosively with a "Well, Fuck me, eh?"

Bluebell responds. "MY job!" Pertly.

"So, what, we gonna pomp and circumstance the next three days?"

Gwen , a Daireann says, "Well, whatever she may or may not think of us, we're going to be hospitable , polite ,and at our best." Hospitality is very important to her. She's of of House Daireann AND House Marigold.

"Is this code for 'Thistle, fuck off to your studio until she's gone?' Which, doable."

Lavender mutters "At least you have a workshop to hide in. I almost sneezed on her."

Julius rolls his eyes. "I know courtly etiquette as well as the next goat, actually, better than the next goat except when that one is Lavender, but she's a piece of work. She dropped her bag on me like I was luggage cart."

D'Lavender looks stunned, "She did not. Really? Hey now, you've got a position in this court. Important shit."

"Yeah, footstool." He rolls his eyes.

BLuebell coos at him soothingly, "You DO give the very best footrubs, for someone without proper feet."

Gladiola smiles at Bluebell, "That's the spirit. So our egos may take a few lumps. We'll let it ride and carry on with style."

Lilac makes a chiming sound, "Choo!" and the blast throws her back through the air a foot, propelled by giggles. Citrine follows suite, and soon 3 other nevers have zoomed in from the open garden window and are making mock sneezes.

Gwen feels a bit like a hypocrite as she's trying to discourage a grudge or revenge.

"Sounds like a bitch. Listen, if you don't touch anything you can hide in my shop."

Lavender watches the nevers, "Yeah, something like that." She glances over at Gwen, "Gwen, you DO know you and I appear to be of equal rank with our guest right? Knights or ladies or dames?"/ Gwen ponders then says "We are. But again, hospitality. Besides, the Baroness said this lady was important, so she may have connections or influence above her station."

At that kind offer to folks needing haven and using a workshop "See, now that's a right of haven."

Gwen sighs and looks to see if her Mom is here or had to go back to serve the two sidhe invisibly as it were.

Her brow scrunches down. "She doesn't give me orders, right?"

"I think that's why the Baroness put in that comment about 'as long as you respect what is my husband's and mine'" Gwen answers, "I mean, sure, we don't think of ourselves as hers, and I don't think the Baroness does quite that way either, but it should tell Lady Seryn we're not HERS to order around. I hope." The last two words slip from her.