#brightwindsbarony

Hope says "yes, we'll, we shall be sure to fuss a Irene over ice cream"

"I'm not a - wait a minute, YOU'RE not a..." Shaking her head a bit. "Ice cream, certainly."

PEpper says "We've got the other thanes and the knights on a hunt. I don't think this Jazzy will be getting away"

"When you find her? I think I have a thing or two to say to her. If I may."

Nessa has a frown on her face.

"Ooo. With strawberries and whipped cream?"

Hope nods "I think that cann be arranged" to nessa, then a smile at Irene "That too"

Pepper says "Ready to go folks? " A look to Hope "And you?"

"I'll leave things to Mattie" She says "Irene, want to drive with me ?"

"What should we do with that truck?"

"Can I drive?" An impish grin.

"No" every adult blurts

"As for the truck" Hope says "I have a contact who can take care of it"

"Awww.." Not too upset about the denial.

Soon, all of them are heading back to the hold. No sooner do they arrive when Hope gets word.

"Jazzy is in the dungeon" Chancellior Dubh says

"You found her already?" Nessa blurts in surprise. "I'd have thought she'd have hoofed it across the border! Unless she still thought she could catch one of us again..."

"The rovers blocked the trod. without her vehicle, she made the mistake of trying one. She fled them, ran into Sir Mortwyl. He can quick silver."

Nessa stamps a hoof, scraping it on the the paving without quite realizing it. "Good."

Hope nods "the Baroness will want to talk to her, I know, but young nessa wants a word with 'Jazzy' when she can"

The Baroness is angry

Sensitive souls can feel it in the air, or see the high flames of the fire.

"She'll have to wait" Dubh says turning "I haven't felt her wrath like this in a while"

Nessa finds her own anger withering a bit in the aura of the Baroness's fury. And she starts to feel, perhaps, sorry for the Satyr.

"Actually" Morthwyl says entering "She is going to wait until she calms down. If Nessa wanted to talk to her now? I could accompany"

"Yes, I said I would... so I suppose I would." She nods a bit, and accompanies Morthwyl, appreciating his escort.

Jazzy paces in a cell, not the one folks are shunted to. She is not cuffed or anything but the bars are thick and perhaps warded.

Nessa hesitates, a touch nervous, on seeing the Satyr.

Mortwyl thumps the bars "Jezebel.. the woman you wronged wanted to have a word with you"

The satyr turns "Yeah? What?"

Nessa almost jumps at the thump. "Jazzy... Jezebel, I guess. I..." She hesitates again. "Why? I know I'm just a fledge, and I don't understand so much there is to learn about this world... but the one thing that was drilled in from the start was the right of rescue, of taking care of each other. I didn't even know you, but thought that we might have become friends... why would you do such a thing? Did... does someone have blackmail on you? Or did you really need the reward so badly? I know what it's like to live on the bottom... we could have helped you..."

The Gwydion taps his tabard's symbol and looks at Jazzy. Jezabel scowls at it, then looks at nessa

"how fucking naïve are you?" the satyress says "Seriously, 'we could have been friends'. Look, I wasn't going to kill you, but if you seriously think I hesitate for one moment to make bank on your horse ass for a dream profit, you're evenn more clueless than you look. Someone is paying for centaurs, any centaur, paying in three different types of coin take your pick, and there you are. So yeah, I tried to sell you to a guy. What, gonna cry about it? Geezus. I could go for a vape right now. "

Nessa's chin trembles just a bit, but then she straightens up. "Maybe I'm naïve. Yeah, sure I am. At least I'm not an asshole who will sell out a fledgling for profit. I was feeling bad for you. And I still do. I'm even sorry I kicked you. But at least I know who I am, and I can be proud in the choices I make, and the friends that have proven themselves to me. I was willing to go to bat for you, even after how you treated me, if you'd acted in need. But now? I guess you'll see what coin you've earned when Baroness Derynwydd sees to you." She turns and marches back upstairs, hooves snapping on the floor with angry steps.

"Well said" Morthwyll says, and follows her, then more gently "She is a cruel woman and verbal barbs thrown at you were the only weapons she had left. But .. now that we are out of her earshot... are you okay?"

The sidhe is big, tall, almost troll tall, but his eyes currently radiate concern

Nessa did manage to make her way out of earshot and behind a door before the angry tears fall. "She's just.. a jerk. And not worth it."

"She's not" He agrees "And perhaps she used your hope for friendship against you. But you have friends here... I know the Baroness is fond of you. Pepper speaks well of you. Bix and Oatha both are proud of you as a student. And whiel I do not know you well. I find you most impressiive"

She sniffs a bit. "I guess I'm lucky to have found a holding that values more than the price of my hide. God, I was... I was stupid, though. I shouldn't have trusted a stranger. And I could have gotten Irene hurt when she came to help me."

"Irene is fine and going to be stuffed with ice cream. If anyone has failed it is we. You and your family have proven to be such skilled fledges it is easy tto forget you are new to our society, a society we may have not warned you about the outliers enough. Of course you trusted, everyone you have met so far amon the kithain has acted fairly honorably."

"But yes, we have our villains, and not all of them are as obvious as old Harkson was. Do not be too hard on yourself and do not let this event harden your heart"

She nods, wiping off her face. "Do you think Sparrow will be very hard on her?"

"The Baronness will be just.. so possibly yes. What Jazzy tried was, as you said, a violation of the right of rescue. More than that, i was against a fledge, and to use that's like targeting a baby in the crib- insulting as you may find that comparison. We maybe looking at a geasa worhty offensive. I do not think she will be kiled annd I know the Baroness would not torture. But I doubt the satyress will just stay a week in the dungeon and then walk away"

A soft huff at the comparison, but he's not wrong. "I wonder.. Sir Morthwyl? Did Ja- did Jezebel lie at all in what she said to me earlier?"

"She was reminded I was Gwydion, and told the truth while I was there with you, as she saw it. The Boon is not unnfailing. there will always be those who think themselves clever enough to work around it. "

A hoof taps. "She said that she was hired by someone paying a hefty fee. But she also said that she wouldn't hurt me... or at least, kill me." She pales a bit at that, but continues. "If she is punished, there is still a hunter.. or collector.. pout there paying more and more people to come after us. ...but what if she hadn't got caught. Could she lead us back to the one behind this all?"

A smile "You are very bright. And yes, in a way . You see, what will likely happen is this. I, at least one other Gwydion, will be brought into witness the Baroness question the prisoner. the baroness will likely dictum her to answer all questions completely and truthfully. We'll gather all she knows, then use it to hunt whoever is doing this down. "

"At least, that will be my sugggestion to the baroness. I am sure she's already considered it though"

She nods. "I suppose that makes sense."

"Come.. " he leads her onward "the dungeons have an odor problem right now. Let's ggo up, and I am sure the library has some books on fae law if you like?"