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A grin! "I'd like to hear some of your poetry too. And no... you'll not find anyone here to call you out for living your life unstifled."

"Kyle's been SOO good to me." She admits, "Dear Husband has heard me go from tears to rant to trying to woo him in the bed chamber in about the same half hour and I know on the inside he's thinking "i'm in love iwth a crazy lady' but he's... he's there. And he does like my poetry but I really do like the idea of you looking over.. oh here.. I've got one" She pulls out a slip of paper "Take a look at this? "

She sets aside her drink and accepts the paper, looking it over.

The poem is clearly risque, calling to imagery of a volcano and the sea having their own form of wild slam bam, ,up against the walls of creation sex. It's not low brow, the symbolism is ..really good. Inspiring.

And Brenda watches her expression

She reads over it once, then slowly again, and her hoof taps lightly and head nods as she picks up the cadence to the lines. "Oh, this is... something special. I could see it working a beat poetry. It kinda reminds me of something I saw in an English textbook..." her forehead wrinkles a bit, and she shakes her head. "I can't place it. Dickenson, though, I think. If I find it, I'll send it your way. But this is good energy."

"Thanks. I hope I"m not.. plagurizing. " SHe says at mention of other poems "But it's possible I was inspired by something I only remember vaguely" she says "it's... .. meant to be primal"

"Oh, I don't think... here. Lemme just..." And she pulls out her phone, and flicks for a minute or two - it;s not that hard to find.

"No, not plagarized at all. I guess - it just, mm. What's the word? Evoked? It made me feel the same way." A pause, sip of punch, and she reads, with emotion,

"Wild nights - Wild nights!
Were I with thee
Wild nights should be
Our luxury!

Futile - the winds -
To a Heart in port -
Done with the Compass -
Done with the Chart!

Rowing in Eden -
Ah - the Sea!
Might I but moor - tonight -
In thee!"

A sigh, looking a bit forlorn for a moment, before perking back up and giving a smile to Brenda. "See what I mean, about the energy?

"Yes..." She beams "It's got the same vibration... the want curling in with the need all wrapped in the words... mmm Thank you. That's.. very flattering indeed."

"I had earmarked it for.... someone I had feelings for, but it seems that her heart has drawn her in another direction."

"Maybe she'll..." And Brenda, whatever she was going to say, stops her self with a blush

Piper just smiles. "It's part of being a satyr. We get a rap as being wild and having flings left and right... here, I think I may have just been the samhain fling."

"Yes," Brenda admits "i'm... quite...confused by that part of my new soul" She admits "What I almost said was 'why not share her'?"

"I think she's more of a one-for-one relationship type. I mean... I guess we didn't actually have that conversation. But, at some point, you see that the outreach is onesided..." She holds up a hand. "Not that I'm saying a single word against her, she didn't do anything wrong, it just... at some point, it became clear. And I don't want to make her uncomfortable."

"yes, well, " SHe says "I'm not even sained yet and I have.. thoughts. ANd I'm pretty sure on Samhain I..did some wild things. I love Kyle , but sometimes I think things would be easier if he had become a satyr too." Then a thought 'Not that I'm complaining about where some of that extra size went. Titan's strength indeed"

"Maybe it's good that he's a Troll. Satyr/Satyr relationships can be hot and wild, but it's like... fire to tinder, a lot of the time. He's..." A small grin, seeing the correllation now. "He's the mountain, steadfast and strong, to your tempestuous sea. And that means that tides in, tides out, drawn away by the moon, but always returning, he waits..." A little starry eyed by the romanticness.

"is this..lady a troll?" A curious look

"Ah... I try not to kiss and tell." A smile, but she turns a bit pink which is an admission in and of itself.

"of course," She ponders "I admit.. I love my husband like crazy. As much as ever, maybe more. But I don't want to hurt him.. and now I find myself doing...well, thinking things like..." She glances at Lyron's ass, "Well, things that might be fun frolic, but no substance and I have a hard time seeing one as reflecting badly on the other, but I need to check myself as I fear it will hurt him"

A tone of confessional in it.

"Did you know that there's a version of the truehearts' oath specific for satyrs? It says... mm. I don't remember the exact wording, but, the feel of it is, that you love them truly, soul to soul, and even though you may stray, you will always return."

"Yes, Marsha told me, but while it sounds perfect .. I don't know how to bring it up to Kyle" An admission "Not without making him feel like I'm weaseling. But.. the weird thing? the idea of him LOVING another woman? I get pissed. But he just wants to boink someone at the office for fun? GO him." She says "I honestly think my satyr soul is really warped at times"

"No, that makes perfect sense to me. It's a disconnect that is hard for a lot of people to grasp, but seems to come easily to Satyrs. That different types of love can exist, separate, equal - sometimes intertwined, but... that sex can be for fun, for release, and can be an expression of love, but it doesn't have to mean that you're IN LOVE with them..." A sigh. "I hate to admit it, but you may want to talk to a Fiona if you want help with how to bring it up. I'm not really a fan of Sidhe, but that house does understand Love."

"Huh, that's the house Siv is trying to join right?" She says

She turns a brighter pink, and gives a little nod.

Brenda notices the pinkening, but at most reveals a kind smile and otherwise acts like she hasn't put anything together "Something to consider. Thank you. "

"Mmm hmm. Oh, my punch is getting warm." A glug as she recombobulates.

"Don't let me keep you," Brenda says "I think Etsie is free if you want to gab wit hehr. SHe's..scary good with an electric guitar"

A nod, and she migrates over to listen in on the good natured argument she head earlier...

"just rent a place, like that?" A brow from the academic

"Why not?" She says "We'll chip in"

"Because Not everyone is ready to open thier buildings to a rave slash orgy slash debate night" He counters

"More people would watch debates if they were included" the old woman says

"Maybe you could rent out a night club. Or... look online." She offers. "I mean, BDSM clubs exist, and they have to meet up somewhere, don't they? Figure out a place that will accept the craziest things, and whatever else we can bring will seem normal."

"Oh sure, use logic" Etsie says with a smile.

"There are those options, yes, but we don't want other kithain thinking that's what we're all about" Cornelius puts his glasses further up his bridge

"Don't they already think that?"

"Why help confirm it?" The professor says

A shrug. "If they expect little else, then we're either upholding their standards or impressing them."

Zane speaks up "Why not the mall? the one they closed?"

"Oooh, I like the mall! Is there still a cinnabon?" A grin.

"A mall?" startled "how on earth would be..." The professor starts to say then stps himself "What do you mean , son?"

"I mean the deserted one"

Zane continues "It died out. The city is almost ready to let it collapse. We could easily rent out space there"

The professor pauses "I could rent out the old Belke's space for a symposium"

"And for chip." Zane says "Or not pay at all, security is for shit. "

A blink "you mean just...tresspass?"

Zane nods "if we got caught, we claim it was a political assembly...protest our constitutional rights, and watch the local govermennt groan and back up rather than be seen arresting an old white lady" A glance at Etsie "No offense, Etsie" and then "or a beloved college professor"

Etsie says "none taken. " She looks to Piper "What do you think, Piper?"

She grins. "I've got nothing to lose. If I get thrown in an overnight lockup, then I don't have to worry about homework."