#ccsemberclub

"So precise!" he sounds outraged.

"give or take a percent" She sighs "I knew you'd be like this. I let one of my soft moments put me in dire danger and you get all huffy. A woman needs hobbies"

"Callidora, you're not -Fiona.-" he grumbles.

"Rude!" She sputters "Of course I'm not Fiona. "

"Yet you persist in behaving like one!"

"Occasionally." he admits.

"Oh.. " Wearing just a towel , she pokes him in the chest "For one thing, I don't bed half a brigade then act like I'm still a unicorn magnet. For another, I get scared, but that doesn't mean I'm going to let a fellow satyr who is the son of some friends get killed"

"Hmmph."

"Oh come now, if Caesar were about to get in trouble, you'd help him, wouldn't you?"

"That is different."

"How? It's the son of someone you'e kindly inclined to" She says, perhapss understating

He gives her a -look-. "You know perfectly well that's not an accurate description."

"It's in the ballpark!" She throws her hands up emotively, risking a towel drop

"It is not! I love you passionately, without reason or logic, you infuriating woman!! That is a far, distant cry from 'kindly inclinded'!!!"

"Oh shove it up your..." then she stops "Damn it, don't be romantic with me when I'm winning an arguement"

"Threatened a Shadow Court PRIEST!?!?!"

"I was a shadow court Priestess myself" She reminds

"I know the risks, and how to MAKE the threats" She says "The Shadow Court is... something of a farce now anyway. Once it was a cabal on the gain, now? I fear the thallian and their true masters own it while presenting a false front of commoner rights. A front I would normally support"

"I know that, and this was not billed as a -reunion- Callidora." he hurumphs.

"I didn't EXPECT a shadow priest there" She huffs

"Disguise or not, farce or not, it was -incredibly-dangerous, Callidora."

"I felt it necessary" she affirms

"-WHY?-"

"Because otherwise the son of a friend would have DIED" She taps her hoof against the bathroom tile

"Isn't that making a bit of an overstatement?" skeptically.

"Fine, you prefer captured, tortured, or brainwashed?" She says her horns bristling just a bit "And no, it's not much of an overstatement"

"Hmph."

"Argh!" She drops towel and goes to get dressed

He stomps after her. "Did you at least send Zane home to mummy and daddy?"

'His home is Dark gate" She says now redressing

He huffs. "And that give him license to dabble, Callidora. Now he's back there?"

"He's back there..." She says , half her garb on "And yes, I need to find a way to discourage him."

"I should think so."

"He's got some good mentors though... the boy has been learning fast. Makes me wonder how much Emmit and this Wildheart know. Both mountains of their respective lodges. Honestly, if all trolls have this sort of magic tucked away their giving up in the Accordance war does NOT reflect well on them"

"Hmmph."'

"I know, I know, preaching to the choir" she says

There's a long, sullen moment.

"I'll be more discrete" She says finally

A sigh. "You'll be the death of me, Dearest."

"Yes, but before that happens you'll REALLY have quite the time" A wicked smile

He grumbles.

She kisses him, "Fine. Growl at me. Meanwhile, tell me how things are here?"

Another sigh. "Lonely. The Club was boring."

Okay, that gets him a hug "Sorry, baby. I mean, we do have talent for those times I'm away. But I guess your position means you can't really be FRIENDS with most of them"

"Mmph." his arms linger around her waist.

"Though Teensy seems to take you in stride and Rocco respects you" She reminds

"Yes, but they aren't you."

"Really hard to stay miffed at you when you say things like that" She concedes "Don't worry, I'm back, and I'm not going to let one disagreement keep me from fussing over you and cooking together.. in both senses of the phrase" A chuckle "I've missed you too. The trago WAS nice, but no one touches me the way you do."

He looks up at her and stands on his toes to kiss her.

She tilts her head down to kiss him back