#brightwindsbarony

Wenceslaus' life is better, he knows this,  but there are times he wonders if he could just find a place under the steps, and squirm tight into the last farthest and darkest section
but instead he returns to court

Despite the great arched openings onto the balcony, there are still a few shadowy nooks in the great hall - places for a sluagh to lurk comfortably.

And he waits, listening for the rustle of feathers- the soft delicate footsteps of Sparrow's feet if she walks, the smell of paint which is often as her perfume. Certainly visually one couldn't miss her easily.

He's dressed for court... all though the knife hole in the back of the voile might seem a bit much to sidhe.

Still, it's worn slightly at the sleeves, and has just enough dust and lint to add character. Overall, he likes it

A flutter and a soft thump of landing on the flagstones outside.

He must make himself known so he steps in the way, and bows.

To be fair, Wenceslaus bow looks a bit like a man suddenly having the ligaments in key parts of his body cut but he's getting better

"Ah, Reeve. Hello." She smiles.

"baroness, i bear news"

"Oh? Please, I welcome it." She crosses. A pitcher of water waits by her seat, and she holds it up with a little eyebrow quirk of offering the sluagh a pour as well.

"No thank you," he says "kind of you to offer,," Wenceslaus says "First, regarding sidhe joining your enterouge. My kith have expressed some concern about rumors of a visiting varich? he won't be staying, will he?"

"No. Sir Sergei is the master of hounds at Earth Runes, and he bore me a gift." She nods at the puffball sleeping in the corner.

"oh.. quite." he says, then nods "Thank you for that news. But the news for thee is of the three sidhe that are in town"

"Understand - as baroness, I will need to be cordial to those who I may also disagree with. Even Balor have certain rights under the Escheat, despite how leery I am of them."

"Oh? That IS news. I am sure you have their secrets before they even realize they were spotted."

"Yes. In point of fact. I took notes. I hope you don't mind but I'm still getting used to conversation?"

"In my experience, sluagh do not care for it. I believe the Librarian is a chatterbox, and she is most shy. Please, share as you are comfortable."

He hands out a piece of folded vellum "For your purusual"

"Thank you, Reeve Wenceslas." She takes the paper and skims it.

One news that surprises her, is that an Aeisin has been seen not in the city, but the wilds.. she's walking the trails.

She's actually set up a camp. The sluagh had a devil of a time spying on her. But they did see the owl symbol of the house

A smile at that. Aesin WOULD seek the wilds.

Though Aesin should say hello.

The next notation has a lot more information, two male sidhe sharing a hotel, though a suite- Both from some hold near Houston, which is, despite being in the same state, a fair piece.

600 miles, indeed! Texas could be its own country.

Apparently their mortal meins are nearly identitical, but they are of two different houses. One Daireann, One Gwydion! Despite the mix of Houses (different courts in fact) they seem to be on good terms with each other. Maybe mortal blood means something. They go by Brynn (For the Gwydion) and Bryndan (For the Daireann) both warriors. Seem to enjoy doing a lot together

"Interesting..."

They are NOT being subtle or hidden, and, while scary to SOME locals, they've already taken down a nightmare chimera that endangered some locals . They put it down handily.

Wenceslaus nods as she reads "The latter two seem full of bravado, all three are wilders. This is not surprising. Wilders are the most eager to try new situations"

"And all are fine fighting houses - which with the Balor threat looming, is what we need. Gwydion and Daireann can have tempers, Aesin do not always understand commoners well, but all can be.. mm.. predictable, if one understands the codes from which they operate."

"Yes. Shall we have them summoned? Somehow?" He says "I am at a loss how someone 'summons' them"

"I would not ask this of you, but I do appreciate the heads up. I suppose I shall need a herald son enough... but until then... hm. Is Siv still here?"

"I believe she is still present. Though she intends to be home by Yule"

She nods. "Understandably. But I think she could manage the two brothers. She is familiar with Gwydion. And perhaps Grey to the wilds."

"if you wish I'll fetch them... it's no matter" he says

"If you could. If not, I shall have Caitir do so. The childlings will be picking up page duties, it will keep them involved..."

Wenceslaus looks amused, "young catir might see that as a demotion. Others more willing. I will do so in this case. it shan't be long. I believe Lady Captain Siv was trying her hand at poetry for her loved ones. She kept tearing up wads of paper saying 'shite shite shite ' and starting over."

"Young Caitir must understand that nobility means service."

"Well then, Siv might welcome the distraction."

Wenceslaus bows again looking like a marionette who can't feel his strings for just a second, then he goes to do so.

It doesn't take long for Siv to arrive ,she bows a bit casually as it is just them, though SParrow has noted she's been more formal when others are there to observe

Sparrow has not pushed formality - her approach has been based on gentleness, though her natural gifts have certainly helped. "Siv, can I lean on you for a favor?"

"That's what I like about you, Baroness. You could actually demand first and ask later, and instead you do it the proper way around. What can I do for you?" She smiles

"Well, it seems some sidhe are trickling into town - so, hopefully, that does mean word is out. I would like to invite them to come to the hold, to meet with them. We have a pair staying at the Davis Mountains Inn - Gwydion and Daireann, possibly mortal brothers. As a Fiona knight, I thought you might be an ideal choice to greet them. And you certainly know Gwydion, if not the other."

"Daireann doesn't always think highly of Fiona in truth, finds us flighty they do, can't imagien why, but I know a lad and he taught me about his House. Sweet squire not sure you met him? Anyway, be happy too. You want me to return with them?"

"I mean, asap? "

At this point, Sir Dubh has entered, but seeing they are talking quiets and waits

"I would appreciate seeing them soon, yes. Thank you, Lady Captain."