#bergen_county

Piper's grin fades, and a furrow has started on her brow. Nothing compared to a TROLL, but concern is there.

She puts her spoon down, and steps over to look at the test.

Kerri goes to stand near. "Don't panic," she reminds.

"Well, fuck." She says, though her tone is carefully, measured calm. "I... guess I have some figuring out to do." She leans against the wall, rubbing at a horned temple.

"Okay," Kerri nods. "Right here to listen, if you want."

"Beltaine, it had to have been. It's the only time when I would have... well. It was... drinks flowing, PAN flowing... I know it's not an excuse, but.. it happens. Let's see. I remember... I was with Siv, but it was a party. I was dancing with Lyron, quite a bit. A jam session with Lyndale - he lets loose quite a bit when he lets himself. Um." Her brow wrinkles trying to remember. "Jordan was there - he was arm wrestling with that archery hunk who's been hanging around the lodge. Uh. I did shots with Dirk... it was ALL blurry after that."

"I...have a theory, if you're interested."

A sideways glance at Kerri. "Well, your other theory was spot on." She says, a touch bleakly.

"Siv and Jonas, they'll understand. I know they will. It's not like I went OUT to find a hookup." She mutters to herself, then gives Kerri a worried look. "They will, right?"

"I believe they will," she nods. "But a question...I've always assumed, but maybe I'm mistaken -- have you all oathed, formally?"

She shakes her head, starting to pace now with a light clip clip clop. "Oaths are so important for Trolls. Satyrs, we take 'em seriously, but it's not the SAME, you understand? And... well, I dunno. None of us brought it up... Why mess with a good thing?!"

A hand goes to lightly touch the pearl that she wears as a bellybutton ring, the one that was a gift from Siv, that lets her know that the other is okay.

"Okay. If you had oathed, that would have settled one question -- I don't see a silent bird on your shoulder. But if you haven't oathed...there's still another possibility that would make this all okay."

"Okay? OKAY?! What part of THIS is OKAY?" Piper is pretty laid back, most of the time, but she still has that Satyr emotional roller coaster! "NONE OF THIS IS OKAY!"

She takes a few steps back, realizing that she's raised her voice at the very nice, very large lady who just helped her out, and guilt flashes on her expression. "I.. should go. I think I have to go."

Kerri is a calm blue island compared to the storming satyr.

"Please, Piper, sit down and listen...."

"I, uh. I-gotta... " She looks around, anywhere but meeting Kerri's too-kind gaze or that test on the counter. "Sorry, thanks for the healing I-owe-you-one don't tell anyone, okay?! Like, there's patient.. doctor... Hippo laws?!" Even as she backs towards the door.

"Piper, you're not thinking this through, please take a breath and sit for a while. I'll make some more tea."

"I.. uh... uh..." Her resolve dissolves and... ope, there she goes. zoom!

A sigh as the satyr sprints away. She carefully collects the test and hides it away with the first one. The law of wacky hijinks means that Olgar's likely to find those and draw conclusions, no matter where I hide them.

Then she goes outside and texts Siv: Siv, Piper was just here. She's okay, but you'll want to speak with her soon. She's upset.