#debukefarmhold

"I WEEP for the generation" Clem says shooting a look at both Sylvi and Siv, then looking back to Cadman, "And you, you brute, will not lay a finger on her feathered head, you ken? I'll find something to do with her... you know, look after her just long enough for.. her to be stronger. That's it. Just long enough." She pets the chimera.

"As my bashful beloved commands," Cadman puts the axe away and tilts his head.

Sylvi tries hard not to roll her eyes...and fails.

"BASHING beloved maybe," She says "Go on, Cadman." Pet pet.

"So the tribute pleases you?" He asks.

The farm chief looks like she wishes she could find an egress, left, and right then "YYYYESS , Miss Pussycat pleases me."

Sylvi leans to whisper to Siv, "You going to call me a voyeur again if we stick around?"

Siv mutters 'Depends on how far this goes.... not sure how far a griffin gets a guy in these parts"

Fortunately for both younger wilders, Clem cannot hear them.

"Then, I will leave you to her settling in, and pick you up, tomorrow, at 7?" He says

"I have a farm to run, Cadman" Clem says, but strokes the adorable creature still as if she's forgotten how to stop. It nuzzles happily, little beak sometimes clapping at her hair.

"Ah, 8 then" He nods and winks.

"That is not what I..." A huff, "Fine , fine.. tomorrow night at 8." SHe says

Cadman smiles, "As the chieftain commands." a glance to the two girls watching, a grin he dare not show the Chieftain, one of cocky satisfaction, and off he goes.

Sylvi smiles and gives him a salute of respect.

Siv whispers "That was.. smooth"

"He's good," Sylvi agrees.

"If you two are done with your whisper fest, which I am sure is gossip about me by the by, Remember to put the horses up when you are done proper, brush em down. I'm going to get a group together and make a little corral for Miss Kitty on the OTHER side of the farm or at least far away from the other live stock" Clem hikes the creature up into her arms and cuddles her like a baby "Meanoldcadman threatening you with an axe. You're not a food animal... the nerve" And off she goes.

"As the Chieftain commands" Siv dares with a smirk

"Oh, it wasn't about you, Chieftain." Which is true...it was about the hunk of troll that had just walked away.

Then she smiles at Siv. "Oh, I like him and her."

Clem gives a salute of own as she goes 🖕 mostly to Siv

and Siv breaks out in laughs when it's 'safe' to do so.

Another giggle at the gesture, then to Lanark, "Come on, one last canter before brush-down?"

A nod of approval

Siv pats Blueberry, then says "I think Clem might have met her match too. Good on em"

"I think you're right, Siv!" She wraps her hands in Lanark's mane, holds on tight with her knees. "Okay, let's go!"

And having had time to rest, Lanark breaks into a canter, and even threatens to hit max speed gallop. PErhaps he's showing that like that new punk stormwake, he can move too

Hopefully he remembers that he doesn't have saddle or bridle, but does have a rider who better not fall off!

But really, when rider can trust horse and vice versa, a gallop feels like flying....

And Sylvi ought to know, she has a flying skateboard

(end scene)