#brightwindsbarony

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It's a brisk spring day, the sun is glorious!

And yet, a touch cool in the mountain clime

A green ivy, now grown all about a wall , sings in the sunlight "oh what a beautiful mooooorning, oh what a beautiful day. I've got a beautiful feeeling... I will be growing today"

Nessa laughs at the ivy's song, pausing to lean on the wall and reaching up to tickle one of the dangling tendrils. "Drink up lots of sunlight today, my friend."

The plant almost coos at the touch, a few flowers have started to bloom infrequently "I will! How are your lessons in magic and such going?"

"There is a lot to learn. It's mostly theory, right now, in magic. Mister Bix says that once I am sained, I should remember more about who I am... or was? And that it will come more easily to me. But for now, it's like... tip of the tongue? When it feels like you should know something, but it's just out of reach." A smile. "But I'll learn what I can now. To do otherwise would discredit the work that Bix and Dame Otha both are spending to teach me."

"ooo I hate not beinng able to reach things, but yes, you keep trying. And I think you're going to be great! You have a lot of glamour in you"

"You too. Keep on growing and reaching. And your flowers are looking lovely. Maybe we'll see some honeybees today!"

"oh that would be nice"

"Maybe I'll go out for a stroll... get some sunlight on my own skin. If I see any bees, I'll be sure to let them know to visit." She says, grinning.

"Oh thank you, " The Ivy says quite grateful, "Enjoy your walk"

the trot outside the hold goes out into a glorious day! the Baroness' beauty is an influence on the land, more the beauty within her than without, and that's still a lot of beauty. Rather than stark and barren, there's a creamy soft beauty to the near dreaming about the centaur.

Nessa sighs in pleasure as she trots down one of her normal paths - even though she's familiar with this trail, it seems that nearly every morning, there is a new bud on this bush, or something fresh and green poking out of the soil that wasn't there the day before.

And it is so. New life in the arid mountains and foothills , the landsharks have, oddly, stopped cchasing kithain as if they're off the menu. Life is much nicer

Nessa still avoids the areas where the sharks are said to swim - better safe than sorry!

And she finds a satyress she doesn't recognize , the wilder is pretty enough.

About her age, maybe a bit older.

Remembering her conversation with the ivy, she is crouched to look at a local flowering plant - not one she recognizes, some wildflower, to see if it is attracting any pollinators. Maybe a native garden at the hold would be nice...

"Oh, hello!"

"WOW," the satyress says gawking "Oh sorry, hey, I'm Jazzy. Just.. pardon me for staring but are you really a centaur? I mean, not just a chimera but..."

Nessa blushes a little at the attention, but steps forward, intending to make a good impression as a member of BrightWinds. "I am, at least that's what they've told me. We... centaurs, that is, seem to be a new kith, or an old one returned on the Yule trod. Is Jazzy short for Jasmine?" Offering a hand to the Satyr.

She takes it "Just a nick name from a mentor. Wow. I'm sorry, It must be hard getting gawked at even by a girl with goat legs. Like I'm one of those folks who goes 'no, where are you really from" a smile then "We? Whoa, others here too? No wonder I havenn't seen that many other satyrs. You guys got the greek corner down"

"Miss Clio is the satyr I know best, I haven't met many others." She admits. "My name is Nessa, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Nessa. Oh hey, my manners" After the hand shake is over, "Where are my manners" She reaches to her belt and puls out a small flask "Want a snort? Centaurs appreciate the vino right?"

"Lord knows we Satyrs do" A smile

"A.. snort?" She looks a bit puzzled.

"Some wine? Good stuff! Honest! From Pacifica's vineyards" She offers the flask "I haven't taken it yet myself"

Nessa looks a little uncertain, but... she doesn't want to be impolite. "I suppose a sip wouldn't hurt. Though, I'm not likely to appreciate it well?" She says, honestly as she accepts the flask. "I've hardly had any, just a sip or two at dinner." Looking at the flask in interest.

It glistens , there is an allure to it, red as a rose the liquid inside is

"hey, pacinng yourself can be imporant" She says

"Thank you for sharing with me. Is this a Satyr custom? I'm afraid if we have something of the like, we've yet to remember it. It's almost funny, like, my dad mentioned one of our family traditions and the Scribe asked if it was a centaur tradition - I worry we might start spreading false lore if not careful!" She takes a small sip before handing the flask back.

"For some satyrs, some eshu too, thogh with them it's more a breaking bread, a bit of salt.. if an Eshu does that, you're a guest to them. Thouggh normall they're the guest. Yeah ,I can see why you're cautious about false lore i mean..."

Neesa feels a bit...funny, like her hooves are floating and direction is hard to .determine

Is this being drunk? Surely she couldn't be drunk from a single sip. She hasn't been drunk before - too much of a homebody to go out partying, but she's certainly familiar with the concept. Maybe fae wine is different? She'll have to ask someone.

A couple steps, unsteady. "I think... maybe it's too strong for me. I should go home."

"Oh you'll go home" The satyress says , her voice sounding like an echo as thinggs get dimmer "A new home. And I'm getting paid big time for it. Oh, I did lie, about more than one thing.. Jazzy? it's short for Jezebel. What can I say? I love the classics. Thank you SO much . Don't worry, hardly any hang over at all"

"I.... you can't..." Nessa protests, even as her limbs feel weak and finds her legs buckling under her and sinking to the ground.

"Yeah, can, will..." And the last word Nessa can make out as she collapses into the black is "Did"

A centaur, even an unconscious one, is not light. Thank goodness for cantrips, and a pick up. OF course, someone might notice the SLAM of a tailgate.. and that something under a tarp is being corded off

Curious hands lift a tarp, to see what is hiding underneath?

Irene shouldn' be in the bed of a pick up truck, but she's curious, what's under there? Neat stuff? She has to look and...

she sees the hoof

A horse in a truck?

Light as a feather, she climbs up to the bed to see what's under there.

A large horsey rump, with a saddlebag askew to one side. A familiar one, with embossed herb markings, that may have had small hands in it before.

"Nessa?"

"Okay, time to gget you out of here, don't worry" A voice says near the front of the driver seat "Now that we've got you tied down, no bouncing you out."

the voice is not familiar

Irene dives under the tarp, going quiet.

It's definitely Neesa! She looks zonked! If this were a video game she'd have spirals over her head

Nessa is quiet as well - slumped over and still on the truck bed. With spirals, yes! Not a cuckoo though, that's for when you get bonked.