#brightwindsbarony

"It is, it's a suspicious flame I think But that's not a bad trait given its purpose. Does it become clearer with time?"

She nods. "According to my soul-mother, you learn each other."

"It has been many, many lives since I have held a fire. And this one is not the same as my Aerie in Arcadia."

"I think it would be wrong if it were, forgive.. the Dreaming may have common themes, but those themes come infinite variations"

"They do. Well! I think we have done something good tonight, Commander." She offers her hand.

He takes it and shakes it firmly "I think we have, Baroness. I hope to introduce all the rovers to you in time."

"I look forward to it!"

"And, I am sure Olgar will come to visit at least once. Maybe he''ll bring the wife"

"Oh, I'd like that. Who knows, maybe silver will find a path between here and the other places my heart calls home..."

"I didn't realize you thought of Rivervale that Fondly. My apologies. It explains a lot why they think of you so. Mountain Frank mentioned you, well, you know Sir Frank. If his beard moves and he nods approvingly it's like someone else giving high praise"

"And Sir Frank taught me how to be a Liam. My own fosterage was... well."

"I heard. HOuse Mislabeling sounds like a pain in the tuckus"

"Well, now, with hindsight... I think it helped me learn a lot."

"Not how I would have chosen to go..."

"I hear you." he nods "Truth to tell, I think there's something to be learned in your example. You're a Liam who faced some trouble for her House. We're trolls in a land that remembers mostly as Balor Goosesteppers" HE frowns "Sylvi is right about needing to fix that."

"Agreed. A lot of healing needed here, and gentle hands to the populace... but a strong guard to those who would seek to return to what was. It's not an easy balance."

"Spring magicks might be ideal for a lot of it... Sylvi is good on that. Maybe she could give a few lessons in the art?"

"Maybe! She has to go home soon..."

"Yes, Yule." A nod "Speaking of which." He says "Sometimes Rovers get asked to pass on packages. We don't mind much, as long as no one takes us for granted. Let us know if you need something delivered."

"I appreciate that." She smiles. "I will miss my family, but this is not the year to go."

"I'm sure they understand" he nods

A thoughtful look "YOu know, they have Zoom now adays. I think something coulbe set up"

"Oh, computers! I... I forget them, to be honest."

"Not big on the trods, but I know some folks who love em "

"Nockers and Dougal not the last..."

"It's worth considering"

"It is!" FLuffy feathers. She does seem to like the idea.

"So do I. I think I'll hunt down one of the computer brainacs and ask what we can do"

"Thank you, Hastien!"

"What are allies for?" He grins "Oh, what do you prefer to be called when it's just us? Sparrow? Derynwydd? "

"Sparrow, please."

"I love my parents, but that name is a mouthful."

"It's a beautiful name, but Sparrow is nice too." He says "Anyway, off to talk to the troops and I know you have your own duties." And .. he puts the coffee down "May you rest well tonight. I need to get ot know the fire" and off he goes

"Safe travels, Commander." And Sparrow seeks her own fire.

Her fire seems pleased. Glorious day all around.. and the people are safer! That's good right? It's not what the old baron would do... but.. this generosity seems to .. yes, glamour thrives in the giving. How odd

(End scene)