#bergen_county

Connor wanted to play, but sufficed with laughing as people splashed, and helping with towels.

Nadeen mutters to Dagmar "I am SO glad I'm of a Slavic house. Celts are touched"

Ohhh, Brekke gives him a respectful salute, but...yes, it seems like old times, and he didn't HAVE to get in the water to face her. She's going to do her best to beat him.

"They are!" And she GRINS.

And while there is no denying the strength, skill and SPEED of a Gwydion Lord... a trade of blows...a slash, a cut, and then...

A feint and a shift and a WHACK!!!

Honestly, it is a tesatment to sidhe birthright that getting hit so hard his hair goes in the direction of the blow looks like a shampoo commercial, and the dunk and splash into the water as he is defeated , well, when he comes out it's like Irish Spring... or Welsh spring as he is a Gwydion. He laughs Jokes about calling it adraw, but then lifts her hand up triumphantly

Well, as far as one CAN lift a troll's hand

Nadeen loves Dagmar's grin, then blinks as the CHieftain clobbers her liege "Isn't she worried about giving us ideas?"

She does offer a hand to help him up almost before the splash has settled.

Siv cheers "Hearth Kerri, thou art avenged!"

This breaks out a lot of laughs to those that know the story of the knighting

The comment might go right over Hemlock's head, however.

Kerri gives Siv a LOOK, but grins good naturedly.

"Thank you, my liege," Brekke says to Hemlock. "Good fight."

Olgar actually chuckles

Connor brings the towels!

"Like old times" The Count seems happier than he has been in a while, and comes out to towel off "With this the last event of the Pennons, I have an announcement to make. THis is the largest Pennons we have ever done, the most open. Some cowards sought to take advantage of that" He takes a towel from Connor "But this Squire, and Gerd Gardener, both of Rivervale, foiled their ill will!"

Brekke has also accepted a towel from Connor, and started to towel off. But as she listens to Hemlock, her expression goes serious. A glance to Frank if he is in the crowd.

Connor blushes, and looks for Gerd, half tempted to hide behind a towel himself.

He is, and comes forward to her.

Gerd whispers in alarm "if he tries to knight me I am flashing myself into the lake"

He takes his sister’s hand- she won’t flicker escape without him!

Brekke shakes her head to Frank. She is still standing near Hemlock.

And he stops.

Gerd nods. a bargain

"But I would not overstep and knight a squire when a sister Gwydion has just taken him into her mentorship and done so well" A nod to Dame DAGMAR, "And while Gerd Hornshield is worthy, I do not think it is her calling. However, I do offer this . " he snaps his finger and a cloak is brought out for Connor, falcon wing desings on the green material "This to Squire Connor, so if he should fall, it will slow it to a glide. He faced dangers at heights, but thanks to this, Dreaming willing, World War Woof Flying Ace Connor WILL come home" He seems to think this is hilarious, but the cloak looks pretty boss "Further, Connor, should you ever wish to join House Gwydion, after you are knighted, Seek me out. An Affiliation at the least is possible"

His eyes are HUGE. AFTER he is knighted? This big fancy Count thinks he’s gonna be a KNIGHT? GOLLY!

“...Gosh!” Is all he can manage to squeak out.

Dagmar grins. Of course he'll be a knight!

Nadeen smiles and cheers with others, but inwardly Oh goodness. An Ailil's son offered Gwydion affilation. THIS will go well

Vali seems to be fighting a smile

And he trots up to the Count, and reaches up to accept the cloak. A thought, and he tugs lightly on the Count’s sleeve, so that if he stoops a bit, Connor could whisper.

THat is, if the thanes allow such manhandling.

Brekke raises a brow, but merely nods at the gift.

the Count allows and so do the the thanes and he listens

The Count glances at Dagmar, scratches his chin, then whispers back

He whispers insistently, and settles back, hoping.

The cloak held carefully as though made of gold.

Brekke is VERY curious about this negotiation, but she remains silent and patient at her liege's side.

Siv is muttering "What is it with Gwydion poaching everyone"

He beams up at the Count, and gives him a thumbs up! “Aye aye, Sir Mister Lord the Count. Thank you!”

"S'alrite" the Count says somberly, well, faux somberly and rises

He beams! And returns to Gerd’s side, already fumbling to put on the cloak proudly.

"My liege?" Brekke asks curiously.

"the Squire is generous even in his hour, Chieftain. I'll say no more here" The COunt says

"As for Gerd Hornshield," He says "I understand you are a ..witch of sorts?"

Gerd bows , even if the old man in the back of her head hurumphs "Yes, your exellency"

"Yes, my liege," Brekke says with acceptance.

Eyebrow.