#brightwindsbarony

Before either can answer, a donut floats through the air from the desert bin, and out the hallway

Blink.

Blink.

"...Flying donut?"

A blink "I'm still only enchanted now and then? Does this happen often? " Theresa inquires

Gerd arches a brow "Connor does this, more hands on."

"That's... not common. Stu?" She calls out.

An audible silence, as someone holds very still

"For heaven's sake, don't leave it hanging midair!"

"Eep, the hole thing maybe molded, because I froze when I was scolded" A girl's voice, then a chomp sound

Gerd raises a brow

Sparrow rises. "I don't know that voice. Come here, girl." It is said gently, but it IS a command, and Sparrow is still one of the Shining Host.

In a world of sidhe it is hard for anyone to compare, but the butterfly pooka that presents herself is already lovely, a very young wilder who she suspects will be a great beauty among commoners as time and nature conspire . She wears a dress that is fit for court, and she curtseys as she comes into view, a bit stunned at the even greater beauty this close "I apologize for stealing a treat, but somehow that makes them extra sweet. I was famished, as you can tell, and I just could not resist the smell"

"You are welcome to the food here, though we prefer if you are straightforward with its acquisition. I do not know you, child. I am Sparrow, and this is my freehold."

"Of the lady who rules, I've heard tales of greatness, pardon please my introductory lateness, Irene pried me loose from my trap, while a bit of pepper gave a goblin a big dirt nap. I wend from far far away, where the willows bend and pray, but darkness uupn the Silver fell, and what was once was heaven soon became hell. Four of use slippy slide, then parted by the terror tide. "

Gerd lets the Baroness handle this, but she looks very curious

Sparrow listens, and parses. "Ah. So you came here during the trod chaos. Willows? You are very far from home. Do you need something more substantial than a donut?"

"Pepper seasoned everything , and then the girls baptized me below. I could not resist the donut, it called to me you know?" She lifts her little chin a hint of mischief.

"Well, pooka do as pooka must. You look uninjured - or, perhaps, healed. You have haven here, and we shall get you home as soon as we may - the trods are not yet safe, but there are other means."

"NO" A voice calls out, Stu! From the hall

"Stu?"

Stu comes in "Ah, It known that it is REALLY Bad luck to return a butterfly early when they've migrated. " He looks a bit frazzled as he rambles, his eyes darting back to the slightly older girl "I think it is a curse, it used to involve gypsies, but that turned out racists, and now it involves methodists. Let's not anger the old methodists women"

Theresa looks at Stu "Stu, how do you know I'M not methodist"

Not missing a beat, Sheera makes a gesture to ward off the evil eye

Stu laughs approvingly

"Stu, our friend is welcome, but surely she has friends and family who miss her."

"Invite them along, go west young clan" He says

Gerd looks a bit amused at this. A twitch of witch lip

"Now, young lady, why don't you join us and tell us about yourself and your home? Starting with your name?"

"Her name is Sheera, it means 'Most Perfect One' in Pooka ese" Stu explains

Eyebrow.

Sheera blushes, then says "Sheera I am called by those that ask, I apologize if am a trying task. From the Heart of Willows I started my trip, before the tarnnished trods did cause us slip. Tavi Longstride was our guide, and the balor helped as well. But pop and snap and silver became a trap, and we broke apart in Hell... O world, I tumbled out, to texas now I have no doubt, and I am more worried for my friends, who I fear may have made to grissly ends" SHe looks troubled, worried. "A goat pooka, A kleptomaniacal nocker lad, they might not have made it this far east, as ever I had"

Nessa was just approaching, and she blurts out in surprise, "The Balor helped? That must be a Pooka slip of the tongue... apologies, didn't mean to interrupt."

"With what I have seen of the trods... even Balor might be moved to act. They style themselves as guardians." A frown. "Now, Sheera, we will look for your friends."

Sheera jumps as Neesa appears "Oh my stars and garters, this is far from par for the course. Miss, there's wa woman here among us, and she appears to be rather horse?"

She has not seen a centaur perhaps!

"Hello, Nessa. Meet our guest. She fell from the trods." Sparrow's feathers fluff at the sight of the centaur.

"Nessa, good to see you again. How's your mom and dad?" Theresa asks

Sheera is amazed, but then remembers wwhat the Baroness said, and smiels "If you could find my friends, one and one, and just make sure they're not being served on a bun, I'd be quite grateful for a hundred years.. plus one!"

"I am afraid it might need to wait until the danger has passed, but yes. We will look for them."

Nessa takes a step back politely as to not crowd Sheera. A smile to Theresa. "Giving me gray hairs, shouldn't it be the other way around? Pleased to meet you, Miss." To Sheera, but she looks back at Sparrow, something on her mind.

Sheera looks at Nessa "Donut for me.. donut for thee?" She offers some on the counter

"Is your mother thinking of volunteering to go to the Count's freehold? The blimp might be... difficult... for a centaur."

Theresa chuckles "Well maybe you gave them some gray hairs as a kid and now it's their turn. "

"Actually... I was." Her cheeks blush a little red.

"Oh!"

"That is, I think I can handle the Blimp, if you didn't need me here... I wanted to help."

"The same applies! I do think a healer and archer could be very useful." A slight frown. "We shall miss you here, of course. I will want to talk to all the volunteers before they go."

"We do have Caitir and Little Joe, and it is GOOD that you can explore and see new places."

"Understand that I do not know the Count - I cannot say how safe his Court may be."