#debukefarmhold

Earlier...

"No, no matter how much you pout, I'm not going to let you terrify the kings by offering them drinks. Would it be funny? yes, of course" CC says to Emerson "But it would be wrong."

"MMph." he mock-sulks "Levity on such a sober occasion...."

"It's a funeral honey, drinking and old jokes are fine but stalking other guests is probably in poor taste." A reminder

"Of course not, we wouldn't want to draw focus from the guest of honor...." muttered dryly.

"Oh fuss fuss" she pats his hand, "Besides, I bet your boggan knack lets you get a looks see we all miss"

"You don't do too badly yourself."

"Sylvi came late, given she's family, that's interesting.. oh she still got in time for the big stuff" CC observes "And my she's a charmer. Kitten was miserable, but now she seems almost happy... now Sluagh are a morbid bunch. Death is a part of life they say so maybe I've read that wrong. Chief Clem seems formal in some ways tonigt, of course it is a formal ritual. Still, the 'folksy' died down"

"Mmm. Sylvi. Such potential, in her own way. As much as our Kitten, I would venture." a sigh.

"Dirty old man" She winks "YEs, she's already fighting the good fight though, in her way. Goldfinch holder I hear"

"Dearest, except for how her charms might be useful I have -no- designs on her in that regard." with a chuckle "I could not vouch as to her fight; wasn't she gifted Goldfinch by the Baroness?"

"I believe she was, but she's had a history of democratic thought."

A skeptical eyebrow.

"A grudge against rulers. To be fair, we mighth ave missed that window of opportunity" She pats him "sorry, darling"

He sighs "Oh, I knew it was passing by. Pity, but.... nothing to be done about it now."

"Hey, you're the one who didn't want to adopt" She reminds

"It never occurred to -adopt- her." he blinks "Train, perhaps employ, but not adopt."

an amused look at him "I might be teasing you"

"Hmmph." he gives her a little hip-check.

she winks but also gets 'bumped' and takes it fair

He sips his drink, nursing it, and looks around; he might be the slightest bit bored.

(Social Dynamics, Perception plus Subterfuge or Empathy IIRC)

/roll 8

Mmm he can tell who is upset about Agnes dying before she could throw her life force into the fire, because apparently 'tradition'. He also notices some of the nobles getting a rather discrete glare from a young troll

That young troll might get a closer look.

About age 14. he does not admire Brekke. He does not admire Frank. Or anyone else with a known title. Not even other trolls. rather there's a bit of scorn

More over, he doesn't look related to the DeBukes. Perhaps one of those orphans they took in, or a refugee from some disaster?

He nudges Callidora and indicates the young troll discretely.

She looks over. She visits more so she goes "Kendrew I think. Saved from a wildfire."

"He seems... touchy. Raw." musingly.

"I believe he lost his parents...something about a noble leaving them behind"

William gives her a -look-.

"I don't know the full story" she says honestly

"But yes, history seems to repeat itself"

"Mmm." he appreciates this, but doesn't make any move to approach the young man.

"We'll make our manners to June Maude, I assume?"

"Yes, let's go see her"

And so they go.

June is comforting her mother, Maude

William quickly assesses if a drink would be welcome, or food?

june maude's coffee is low, Maude sr has a bit of irish in hers, but also low

"Coffee, Miss CC?" he offers

"Yes, please" She says

A nod, and he's off; back in a jiff!

cC is already striking up some conversation with them both "Such a loss"

He hustles back; three coffees and a small flask of whiskey on the side.

"Thank you, Emerson" June says "Right kind of you. "

"The least I could do." he assures her "A touch in your coffee?" he offers a drop from the flask.

"Not for me, thank you" June says