#debukefarmhold

"Oh stop your belly aching, we need the milk" Clem says as the device pumps milk out of the bull "This is going to refugee kids"

Shack the bull is mortifiied. THere is MILK... coming out his body, thanks to this s trange device. That aint' right!

Brekke arrives at the Farm and is told where to find the Chieftain....and stops dead on entering the barn. "That...is a bull. You are milking a bull."

The chief was told where to find her.

"Yup. And he's testy about it." Clem says "This is the Moobivator.or something like that... little device allows males to lactate. Doubles our milk production, or WOULD if our Hearth refused to use mlik from him. She thinksi t's unnatural."

Clem looks up "Chieftain Brekke... what brings you?"

Brekke withholds her own opinions on whether or not she would drink this milk. "Yes...I have word, and I need your assistance. It is about...our green friend."

Clem flips a switch ... and the milk stops flowing and Shack looks relieved.

Brekke nods. "Should we speak here?"

Clem moves towards her, "I see. She hasn't been back since...and we're safe enough here. Sure."

"For some reason, the male half of the farm refuses to come here whenver they know I'm using that device." Wry

"Hrm." A slightly amused sound, but she's preoccupied. "Is there a way to get a message to her? A seer has just revealed some information about the danger she is in."

A surprised look, "Wait, Emmit himself has a hard time scrying her and you know a seer than did it? Who?"

A frown. "I do not think I should say. The Seer claims to be a friend of Siv's, and as a Gwydion, I believe her words."

A slight twitch of an eyebrow as she lets a female pronoun get through.

"Well, one thing about the falcon's eye, it usually sees true" If Clem is offended at the lack of a direct answer it doesn't show but yes, she does raise a brow at the 'her'.

"Well... we got a bit of a problem as I'm not too detailed on where she is. Told her to slip back here if she needed a recast. I can pass on a message then but that could be days." Clem says

"I know where she is, or enough details to be able to narrow the scope...but I am too easily recognized if I go there myself."

"Well, I could pass on the message in a disguise or.. are you wanting me to disguise YOU?" She pauses then grins," Wait a sec. I know how to get a message to her."

She fills Clem in on the dog racing track, on Janice the boggan who works for the Peacock Lady...and about the fact of Janice's saining skills and how she's misusing them.

Clem nods "Our best chance is Firnost." And before the Chief can ask what the heck... Clem goes on "Goblin parchment burns after read. Leave the message on it with the gauntlets for someone who fits the new descrption of Siv's alternate form EXACTLY. It will hand it over to her when she orders a drink. She's using it as a waystation for trods so she will pass through"

"She is? She will? How often does she go there?"

Brekke seems to grasp hard at this particular straw.

"Not sure how often exactly but I advised every other day at least"

A slow inhale. "I wish that I could tell her immediately, but...yes...yes, that is a good idea. I will go and do this." She seems eager to go right then.

"Not like that you don't, you're too famous and if you're seen talking to it... " Clem makes a gesture hour glass and...

Glamour flows around Brekke and...

there she is.

A blink and she looks down at herself.

"There you go..." Clem says . Brekke is still a troll...a redheaded troll lass with stone gray skin and...well, a hour glass figure. So THAT'S where the vavavoom Siv wanted went? Brekke's voile is a pair of tight jeans stratgegically torn and thread bare, and she's wearing a shirt that says 'Tall Glass of Water Served'. She looks about 22!

"Kept your eyes the same color," Clem says "Come back this way after you drop the message off. Oh, let me get you the parchment and you can write the note"

A helpless gesture. "Clem...honestly...it has to be this?"

A hint of blush in that skin.

Clem says "If anyone asks, tell them you're Ginger Jo DeBuke. Folks are always willing to believe we've got spares." NOT answsering the 'had to be' question. Perhaps because Gwydions can tell when you lie.

And Goblin parchment and ink are provided and... Soon enough 'Ginger Jo' is on her way to Firnost.

Bouncing rather nicely as she goes.

And if she can, Clem takes a picture when Brekke/Ginger isn't looking. This one is a keeper.