#darkgatefortress

And so it is that Sylvi is dropped off. She's got tunes in her head, love in her heart!

Darkgate looks as serious as always, and yet she feels like a beam of light breaking through shade.

She can't help it, she's singing as she approaches. At first, it's just random happy humming, but before she knows it, it's "...I'm walking on sunshine, oh yeahhh, I'm walking on sunshine, oh-ohhh!...." as she approaches the fortress entrance, a cheerful little trot in her step.

The guards greet her with surprise "Ah, your business ?" One troll thane says. The thane doesn't recognize the satyress, because, well, satyress. But Thula is known to Sylvi, if not well.

She laughs and sings, "Thula, Thula, bo-bula, Bonana-fanna fo-fula, Fee fi mo-mula, Thula!" with a little dance and a twitch of her tail. "Hi! It's me, Sylvi. Colton knows I'm coming." A wink.

She does a little two step to keep time to the music in her head.

"I.. " she smiles then blinks in surprise "he said you were coming but.. how? I .." then she recovers her resolve. "Yes, come in." She opens the door, he's in his chamber I think"

"Ooooh, perfect. Thanks!" A cheerful wave, and she doesn't bother trying to explain how. Her hooves clip-clip-clip and echo in the corridors, and hums a little countertime tune to blend with the echoes.

Folks stare, most don't know her like this, but her good mood is infectious and knights and locals alike smile at her energy. She moves past where she knows the passage to the smithy is, and can smell food coming from Marsellies DeBuke's stove. She's been here before... and the Storm's Chamber is actually a rather nice room.

She peeks around corners and waves and gives a cheerful "Hi!" "Heya!" to everybody she sees, and she keeps up her little dancing stride. "Oooh, smells good!" she pronounces as she catches the scent of food. And a pause to appreciate the Storm's Chamber because, "Mm, this is nice!" But she's definitely on a mission.

"Colton!" she calls out happily, and her voice carries all through the corridors. "Where are youuuu?" she sings.

Storm Colton peeks out of the Chamber she just passed by "Ah, over he-" He blinks

She looks over her shoulder at him, gives him a twitch of her pert little tail, then turns to face him. "Ta-daaah!" A little pose. "I'm enjoying a phase. You like?"

"I.. how did..." He stares at her, then touches her with his fleshy hand gently as if making sure she's real, "You're a satyr? How are you a satyr?"

"Oh, there's a cookie outbreak at the Farm, and I got dosed," she says cheerfully, clearly enjoying the touch of his hand and reaching out to press her fingers against his chest. "Wow...you're so much bigger than me right now!"

"Yeah" he says and yes, he looks down at her form and realizes he might be gazing at the valley of her cleavage from this angle and for a second he gets lost, "You seem very..ah happy?" SLOOOWLY pull his eyes up

"Mmmm...." she moves to give him an even better view of her cleavage. "I'm certainly not hating this. I feel GOOD. And....mmmm...you feel good, too," she says as her hands stroke his chest, then she reaches up to pull him down for an eager kiss.

"mmm" He returns the kiss and then parts to say "Ah, we should get in my room and close the door. Folks might see this"

"That's a problem?" she teases, then mock pouts, "You're not ashamed of me, are you?"

"What? No..." A blush of purple along both cheeks. "I just, I'm Storm here so Ishould set a good example. And privacy might be better"

She winks and the pout vanishes. "Okay..." Then she calls out loudly and merrily, "We're gonna go make out then have sex, everybody! Talk to you later!" which of course echoes EVERYWHERE.

"Oh god" Wow, from purple streaks to purple all over "Sylvi!" And he yanks her into the chamber and closes the door

And out in the halls, voices can be heard "Ah, roger that?"

"Very good, Sir"

"I'll alert the herald"

and , of course, at least one "you go, girl!"

"Whoop!" she yelps as he yanks her inside, and then a happy laugh. "Hey, they're all happy for us, that's cool."

Then she puts her hands on his shoulders and jumps up, expecting him to catch her in his arms.

And he does, she's as light as a feather to him now. And to say she feels dainty is to put it mildly, and he shakes his head but can't help but smile "You've got zero control right now, don't you?"

She smiles back, but says seriously, "I have enough control to know that I only got a little bit of cookie, so I don't know how long this will last, and I REALLY want to know how sex with you will feel in this body, so let's not waste the opportunity, hm?"

She claims a kiss and murmurs against his lips, "It's totally me, and I totally want you."

Another blush, and then a swallow, and a kiss, and he pulls her from the main parlor area of his chamber into his bedroom. The bed now seems immense! She feels like she could run laps on that bed! he lowers her down...

and ..behind him on a foot locker she sees something odd. Platform Shoes with high heels aka 'Stripper heels' that seem almost vibrant but she can't quite place the color

She enjoys the sensations, enjoying the funny feeling of fur against bed cover. "Ooooh...this bed feels even softer right now...." Then she spots the shoes.

A blink.

And her smile vanishes.

Nope, that's definitely a frown.

"Hey....'

"HEY!"

"Thanks. I.. " He starts to take his shirt off then "Ah.. yes?"

She moves to stand up on the bed, teetering awkwardly with hooves on mattress, and she points accusatorily at the high heels. "Whose exactly are THOSE?"

He looks truly confused then whirls, then blinks "huh? Oh. OH!" Eyes widen and he turns around "They're not anybody's.. they're a treasure"

"WHOSE treasure?! Who's just leaving her TREASURE FUCK-ME-HEELS in MY BOYFRIEND'S BEDROOM?!"

Standing on the bed, at his eye level, she looks utterly enraged...and adorable.

"Silver Wolf barony didn't want them" he explains taking her hands "We took them from raiders, the raiders who were stealing dross and more? It was part restoration for the dross the biker raiders had taken and couldn't restore. Honestly, I thought of giving them to you bout thought you might slap me"

"Sylvi, I swear to you. I am not seeing anyone else. "

She screws up her face in a skeptical moue, giving him the fiercest side-eye she can muster....

"You're sure...?"

he feels like all Sir Bachdion's advice has left his brain "You take them back to Rivervale, have them willow whispered or wahtever and find out... " he offers "I Have not touched another woman save to shake hands or pull them up from a practice field after I knocked them down sparring, since I met you"

Another moment where she weighs his words....