#bergen_county

Adam clenches his jaw, eyes burning holes in the back of Sylvi's voile.

"Nice meeting you," Falko says to Sylvi

Flopsy looks at Adam, and tut tuts , shakes his head, then follows Sylvi.

As they get back on the wooded path and away from the others, Sylvi mutters to Flopsy, "I shouldn't have said that. About sidhe-kin."

Dagmar watches Adam, her expression going shuttered.

"probably not," Flopsy agrees, "But you were not wrong about your general complaint and better he be warned now than anger a changeling who is less forgiving. Can you imagine if he talked that way about the looks of an Unseelie pooka like he did the boy?"

"He's gonna get himself killed...." she repeats, sighing.

Falko looks at Adam, "I don't undertand. Why do you want in a CHangeling hold so bad? You don't even need glamour"

She continues her patrol, then heads back to the Lodge to give her report.

*gone*

Flopsy says "I'm more worried he's going to get Dagmar hurt.... maybe he'll learn then, but I hope he has the manners to feel bad about it" and he is gone with her...

A huge exhale and Adam tries to unclench.

Dag is quiet, picking at her nails.

"Uhm..." Falko says "So.. is there an answer?"

"About what?" Sullenly.

"Why do you want in a Changeling hold so bad? You don't even need glamour"

Adam looks a little perplexed. "In...? It's not... I don't... like, I don't -need- to get in. You know, like I'm not gonna die if they lock the door on me, right? But.... "

He looks at Sam.

Sam's looking down at her feet.

"But why wouldn't they want me?"

He looks back at Falko.

"They don't not want you..."

Falko says "Well, they don't want me because my kith drinks too much glamour from balefires... we can't help it." Embarrassed, "We were born of dreams of foraging. But the Chief still is NICE... she just can't endanger things. Maybe it's kind of like that for you? Sometimes a place has to be protected , like the wilds, so it's best you make sure you don't ... uhm.. damage what you find wonderful? I don't know. Sorry you feel bad, but... I'm Kithain, you're not, and I don't get to go. So I'm not sure why you're feeling personallyp icked on. But.. hope everything turns out. I gotta drop off this trash. Later"

"Later."

The boy waves and heads off, careful not to spill any trash.

and he gone

Adam pokes a tree sullenly with his stick, then looks at Sam.

"..Sorry."

"Fer what?"

Shrug.

Another tree-poke. "You mad at me too?"

"No."

"Just... " She shrugs. "I don't... don't like it when people fight, I guess."

A pause. "Didn't mean to fight. That Sylvi, though, she's a....." He stops himself.

"No, she's not." Defensive.

His experiences shrug at her.

"She's not!"

A pause. "You shouldn't have said that about Falko's family. That wasn't... " She frowns. "He ain't go nobody, didn't you hear?"

"What did I say!?!?!"

"You... you were all 'they're gonna ask about your family' and..." She mimics his tone.

"Yeah, 'cause he said he didn't have any and if he comes over for dinner -of course- they're going to ask." Blink.

"Right. So you..." Huff. Frustrated.

"I -what-???" There is a pleading note.

"You didn't have to be mean about it." Lamely.

"Mean!??! I wasn't mean! I just... Was I?"

Shrug/scuff.

"Anyway, it was Sylvi started it." Aggrieved. "Did you invite us to -your- house!?!" He mimics her.

A frown.

"It is their house. They live there."

"The Davidsons, and Chief and Frank..."