#brightwindsbarony

Forehead creasing up again.

She looks over the notes "I can work with this"

The Clio says "thank you"

A nod to Clio. The satyr had a nice handshake. Firm grip - she's okay by Grete so far.

"You better make sure our scribe sees the list of things I need to remember, too. Kith advisory board, all that."

A slow nod, and she shifts her weight. Lingering, a hand goes to her pocket and she pulls out a stone to rub with her thumb.

Catir says "Who was the other kid you found again?"

"Her name is Irene, she's a piskey." She describes her, and the way to her house - by landmark more than street name, but identifiable.

"Wonderful. I hope she'll be able to visit the hold."

"I'll check on her sometime" Catir says

Clio is already transcribing the words.. AUGUST can get a look and see how even at a quick pace her writing is lovely

"Yup." A glance at Sparrow. Chewing a bit on her lip.

"You have a question, Grete?"

"What.... when they find him. What then?" A frown.

"It will be unpleasant. The death should appear natural, but there will be mortal authorities to deal with. That is part of why Chalknails is helping with the paperwork now - that I can handle the assets, execute the will, take care of you..."

"It's... difficult... for me to handle that much paperwork." She confesses.

Edging closer to Sparrow and speaking softly. "Mom and dad will be upset. They didn't... they... he made them think he was... he wasn't Harkkon to them."

"You won't make me leave? Can you promise - you won't let them make me leave? I don't WANT to leave."

"Well, I am hoping to present myself as your governess. So you can stay with me."

Her eyes widen, and a weight seems to lift from her shoulders. "You'll do that? I'll tell them whatever you want." Nodding. Her hands twist, unsure if this magnificently lovely lady is the type you can hug. Maybe she would be squished, or offended.

Catir says "She's a woman of honor, she keeps her word..." Fierce loyalty

Gwydion... overbearing, arrogant, pretencious snobbish rulers.... funny, Catir doesn't seem that bad so far.

"I know how hard it is when your mortal family doesn't understand you."

"You do?" A look up, surprised.

She nods. "I do. I didn't fit in with them, after I chrysalized. It took me a while to figure out how to get by on my own."

"The Baron was awful. I don't hate my parents... but he made them... like, a threat? And then it hurt to just think of them. When we had to have phone calls, I used to like it until he would hover to make sure I said the right thing..."

She colors a bit, and straightens up. "Not complaining though. It's good now. That's then."

Schooling her expression into a stone-calm face. But those little worry lines threaten to peek through.

"Well, you can say whatever you like to your parents. I mean, so long as you protect Ignorance - but you know the escheat."

Firm nod. "I do. That's why we have to find... um..." Peeking over Clio's shoulder. "You're FAST. There... I don't know if I spelt it right. Tamarah, and Ashlee."

"Yes - Rescue. Do you have enough dross? Do you need more?"

"Stew said he had enough." A pause. "Maybe a little more, so."

"With a pooka, yeah. Better safe..." She goes to the desk and retrieves a few pieces.

August's expression is sympathetic.

"Thanks," Clio says.."And we'll ask them when we find them"

"I don't think Stew wants to come to the museum with us. He said he likes underground, but he made a face." A nod. "I am working on translating. He tries to make it less hard."

And a curious look to Caitir and August. "Do they live here now too?"

"Sadly, no." He stands and nods a greeting. "I am August Truthbranch. I live at EarthRunes in Grass."

"Caitir will be staying."

"I live here" Catir says "I'm needed"

A nod

A touch of a smile.

"You are Grete?" polite confirmation "A pleasure to meet you."

She nods. "I'm the Wichtel advisor here. In case more Wichtels come back."

"We're like dreams of the mining half of dwarves. Trolls got the warrior half." She explains.

"I'm sure the Baroness appreciates your input and advice, Grete." seriously.

"And I think we're related to Nockers. They're like cousins, but we are best at finding and they are better at inventing."

"Least ways, that's how -I- see it."

"It makes a kind of sense. We all have something in common with other kiths..."

"And we're as good at getting work done as Boggans. We're not as fast, but steady, and will get anything done. But they see what needs to be done better."

August nods. "That is an interesting viewpoint." He agrees.