#ccsemberclub

Still watching out the curtained window. "Mmmm.... halfway down the walk."

She finally breaks out in a laugh "Oh, he's adorable. Very bright for his age, but still his age but still ..."

The boggan rests his forehead on the door jam for a moment, then turns and looks at her. "I will thank you to recall this was -your- idea, hm?"

He crosses back to her and checks her drink level.

"MY idea?" Hand on chest

"Yes, Dearest." Wry. He refreshes her drink if needed and settles next to her. "Do you know where he's heading?"

"I imagine to find other wilders his age. Possibly a girl, young men are always trying to impress girls. though he might go the other path and just keep it to l ads and then show off his success after. "

"He is heading, rather directly I imagine, for Rivervale."

"Oh dear" A blink "uhm... oh dear me indeed."

"He is enamored of one Miss Sylvi." Sip. "I cannot be held to blame if you put it right in my lap like that." Amused.

"Oh deear me" she runs fingers over the mirror frame "This could go very poorly. It's just...that flame is so close I can feel it. Heck, I almost volunteered US on a quest."

He tilts his head, watching her. "It -is- that important to you?"

She looks him in the eyes 'Well, what old satyress grump doesn't want to slow the clock a little and warm the bones?" A casual shrug

He sighs and puts down the drink to encircle her with his arms. "You are utterly desirable, and beautiful, and I will be here to ensure your warmth to any degree you wish. And if you want a little Balefire, well... I've done worse."

"You are my warmth" She leans against him, "It's okay. Next week I'll just want something else."

"Mmmm.... and you shall have it."

He presses a kiss to her hair between the horns.

"Well now. You want this thing to tragically I will not be able to find anyone with a greater need. You think Kansas City not overpopulated with Balefires?"

"We'll both look around. "She says "And see. It'll give us something to do, besides each other" A nudge "I think a little bale in that..spot, might be quite nice. But you're right others might be in need. I know that we should definitely push the lad to put it in commoner or at least non sidhe hands.You wouldn't have it otherwise."

"No no no,now. It's yours."

"The others can have Firnost."

A bite of her lip, "You tempt me, but really, I am curious where else might be suited?"

Dry "Dearest, it's the only way I can think of to get you to spend time near a Balefire."

She laughs "I'm going to Firnost more often. Honest. Once a week...usually. Once I went twice" Protest

"Hmmmph." not reassured.

"So. A nocker, a troll..... do you think you might wish to send Caesar along, protect your interests?"

"Possible. " She paces "You realize of course we may HAVE to let the fire go elsewhere? It is not worth a scuff with the Rivervale crew if they get too involved."

Firm on that

He purses his lips, and his silence is an answer in objection.

"No." brow knit, horns slightly going in from the force of it "As long as it goes to non sidhe you should be satisfied. We should be satisifed. I'm not just trying to protect us from some silly war here. Or even keep you from back sliding. You should want Rivervale to thrive. Every 'Troll Lodge' even if it has nobles in it, is a slap to the Typical Sidhe system proving that there are otherways. I'm not going to undermine Rivervale when Hemlock might just eventually replace it with a sidhe lord if it falters."

He points. "-Exactly.-" firm. "Count Hemlock ap Gwydion. He holds the chains around the Baroness's neck just as surely as her opponents ever did to other trolls. And -SHE- put them around herself!"

"Uh huh," A firm nod buuttt "From pre shattering days dear. I don't want the mistakes of MY past lives to punish me in this one. Why would I punish her? Are you sure this isn't some jealousy over Frank at play here? Frank chose her over you, and that had to sting... even if it wasn't in the same way. The lodge is a sign that the noble system isn't the only way. Even if it's under a noble, it shows commoners what else might be, maybe even without nobles. We need it."

"Jealousy? Over -Frank-??" Agog and aghast. "No, Dearest, I assure you. He paid his price, he's out. Fair, and fine."

"All of those at Rivervale should be out of bounds, as we've discussed and I think settled??" A tilt of her head "Sylvi's father is an Unseelie Rover for Dreaming's sake, as common as they come and a non sidhe protector of trods. I certainly prefer him to some Gwydion gate guardians or Balor 'trodwatch'. Let's not get an entire organization of trolls furious at us? " A smile, "Beside,s young Sylvi may yet grow, on her own, to see things closer to your view and mine than you think. "

He lifts an eyebrow.

She does look speculative at something

"I do love that look on your face....."

"You are a bad and Wonderful influence on me. " She says ignoringher own corrupt history "I will admit, Sylvi has potential. If I could teach her for the next five years, You'd have a blue femme fatale no one would expect coming. She's smart, she's pretty, and she's got passion. THAT said, Kerri has a sword, Olgar has an axe. I..." Mmmms "Yes, that might work."

He leans forward in his seat, listening with avid interest.

"IF, and this is a big if, we do get a hold at the club that she helped form, we will be 'indebted' to her for her help, somewhat. Betrand more than us actually but that's neither here nor there. Then, she will be emotionally invested in the club. She will visit. Something her parents might never approve of. Naturally, as a wilder, this will make her want to visit all the more. Huh. I'm not really saying 'mwhahaha, let's corrupt a troll'. I'm just ..speculating. I like her. "

"Then again, I liked her mother from what I saw." A shrug

He grins widely, delighted. "Oh Dearest, yes. And, I liked her mother too." An amused, slightly licentious, smirk. Then his face falls. "Wait.... did I acknowledge a -debt- to that boy?"

"Let's not piss off the axe wielding ogre that is Kerri's husband, dear" A grin then "Not so much yet no, indeed, I thought we played very well at making him positively grateful for our help so far and considering things. but Betrand is a smart boy, and Sylvi is not going to fall for the bullshit of us acting like we wouldn't owe them anything. You did say 'priceless'. Ergo, if the club becomes our hold, it stands to reason we'd owe him, and probably more than money and frequent family visits. Very little is free, dear"

"Oh, our first meeting was well before they were married, or even involved, I believe. She can bake." He chuckles. "She did, however, draw the line with her nursing at sponge baths. Pity."

"Interesting" Intrigued rather than offended

He groans, then, and rubs his forehead. "Damn Spring...."

"Sorry dear, you did say 'Priceless' and he's going to remember that and even if he didn't, that little cajun is clearly a haggler. Though a thousand dollars is a pittance and he'll think that over too."

He sighs and nods. "Yes, well, money does not need to be a problem. Indeed, perhaps we can offer more and cut back on access rights?"

He blinks. "Dearest... how will the Balefire react to being kept in a place mortals go?"

"I'm not really worried about the access" A pause "Oh that? I already know how it will go" She sighs not with sorrow or resignation, but dreamily "You see dear, when that balefire is lit and put in that little space we reserved for it...the club will become like a porch mortals are allowed on, and into the Near Dreaming itself, a mirror ember club will form that only fae can see. Oh, the music there will be even more alive, and only enchanted mortals will be lucky enough to enter it as the most talented and beautiful men and women willingly offer themselves in delight to their distant changeling kin. In this mirrored hold, there will be old fae souls feeling young again, the small of decades of glamour long past will roll by so that every woman feels like a golden age movie star, and every man a gent withjust the right amount of cad. " Her eyes glisten "Because it IS a hold, this part will have more vivid colors too, and impossible things. We'll drink from wine cultivated from the grapes born of olympian musings, and have fans that were crafted from dropped feathers of a phoenix. There will be plates crafted from mithril silver from Tolkein's greatest inspirations this side out of New Zealand. It'll have a little sour, a lot of sweet, and just a hint of tart at times- the glamour that is. Enough to make you want to scratch an itch in defiance of an unfair autumn world that seems to wan to stop your joys, but you'll enjoy yourself anyway just to show em."