#brightwindsbarony

"Or you're gonna wish you had." She says, chin jutting out, and hand forming into a small fist.

"HAHA.. you think I won't hit a girl?" the guy warns

"Ah... don't ah.. let's not with the.. err yikes?" Stew says

"Hey, Grete! Hey, Stew!" Sylvi approaches. She has apparently been doing more "retail diplomacy" judging by the shopping bags and the smile.

The boy looks over at the teenage girl who is taller than he and snorts "YOu their babysitter?"

"Huh? No...they don't need a babysitter. Do you?" A smile.

A GLARE "Get lost, go shop for something else"

Sylvi does her absolute best not to laugh in his face. She's mostly successful.

"You sound like you're bored. I mean, why else go after a couple of kids who weren't doing you any harm?"

"Cuz it's fun." He snorts

She has been quietly fuming, and now she just - GOES for him! Diving her small but solid height right into his midsection, and pummelling!

"YOU TAKE THAT BACK, YOU BIG FRICKEN JERK!"

WHAP "Bully! "Whap "NO GOOD!" Whap "JERKFACE!"

Wichtels are strong. Not troll strong, but stronger than most.. so he OMPHS!

"Whoa..." Sylvi wasn't expecting that. She also doesn't interrupt it right away.

And tries to kick at her, but she wolloops him a few good shots! whether his kick lands or not

Sylvi lets Grete get about six good shots in before putting down her bags and trying to pull her off him.

She huffs and puffs but steps away and says, "You gonna apologize now? For what you said?" A hand wipes over her face.

"Get offf geez get her off..." and as space "Fine fine. I'm sorry just donn't HIT me anymore!"

Bloody nose, black eye.... "I think you broke my nnobe!"

"Mission accomplished, Grete," Sylvi murmurs.

Nah, just bloody

"You heard, right, Stew? I asked him first. I gave him a chance to not be a buttface." She sniffs. "Stew, this isn't one of your friends, is it? Because we can leave 'em." A glower.

"...not really." She shakes her head, and squints at the boy.

Kenning!

No redcap here.. just your garden variety bully who starts to cry when the tables are turned.

"Oh thank the lords of Kobolt no" Stew says

"Don't you mess with him no more, either." She nods towards Stew.

And a grin at Stew, suddenly. "Cobalt is blue!"

"See?" Sylvi adds to the bully. "They weren't the ones that needed a grown up."

Sniffing.. the bully runs off "i'm gonna tell my mawm"

"Yeah you tell her what you called me, Biff!"

"his nose is red, Cobalt is blue, I think his pants are yellow now, and maybe number two" The pooka blinks "You're amazing"

"Name calling isn't very nice. Miss Sylvi, you're not going to tell on me?"

She asks, worried.

"Sorry, Miss Sylvi... it was my fault. I have a bullying magnet thing" Stew says

"That might not always be the best way to settle things, Grete, but...well, sometimes a knock-down gets a message across. Just remember to be responsible about how strong you are."

"Oh no. Please don't tell the Baroness." She looks really worried.

"She's LIAM. I don't want to be grounded again. Please?"

"Oh, Stew, no...don't ever blame yourself for what somebody else does to you unfairly."

"Grounded? She grounded you?"

A shake of her head. "Not yet. But... before?"

"You CAN'T get in trouble. Not with Sidhe. And Liams love mortals. Maybe even stupid jerkface ones."

She scuffs a toe on the ground.

Stew says "we're just looking for forgot them whats"

Sylvi frowns, then crouches down to be closer to Grete's eye level. "Grete...I think you can trust Lady Sparrow. I really do. But i know learning now to trust people is scary...so you'd need to be very brave to tell her what you did."

She nods, wiping her hands on her sides. "She seems nice. But they always act nice at first, you know? When they want something."

"Harkson was a hot chick too" A nod "Wait" A pause "Well."

"Sorry, Stew. Stew is looking for his friends. Blossom, and Butterfly."

"Well...if you decide you want to tell her, I'll stand beside you and speak on your behalf if needed. Now..." She stands again. "Do you need help searching, or would a wilder cramp your style?"

"You kidding? If arrows blot the sun, I can fight in your shade."