#dreaming

"Yeah, I am." She dives right in - a great cleaving blow.

And she gets one in return, shredding against her side.

Dagmar grunts - no armor on this trip, and she's hurt. Her return blow lacks grace, but it hits like a truck.

indeed... Dagmar feels a red rage swell as it feels her ribs on one side are threatening to fall out... her blow strikes her foe with fly swater at an angle... a dangerous angle that by sheer force digs along looking for a groove and then forcing a wedge!

Dagmar is in danger of losing a rib...the enemy? Loses a lung and so much more as he fades from the dreaming

She blinks at the place the troll used-to-be, confused.

A cold chill engulfs Dagmar, threatening to stun her into inactivity

"You killed him!"

"I... didn't mean to..."

"Dagmar's the nice one," Siv lands next to the sidhe and puts a blade to her throat from the side, "Me? I'll kill you dead and call it a blessing. Sidhe don't come back? Do they?"

The Balor looks ready to hiss, then her eyes fall on the downed Piskey, "I surrender."

She wants to sit down and hold her side. It hurts. But there's the sidhe, a fight to finish... with a grunt, she lumbers over to Siv.

"Code of Dagda, you're request for surrender is accepted. But there are consequences," Siv says, "Dagmar, bind her will you? Puff should have strings and sealing wax? Are.. are you okay Puff?"

"oh.. oh my," Puff sighs breathing hard , "i'm... bleeding a bit. This isn't my poem at all, but I'm alive thanks to you both"

The gentle dragon looks at Dagmar, "Oh my... she's hurt."

"Oh, right. Strings..." A slow nod, response time dulled.

And PUff the magic dragon, breathes... on Dagmar. For a moment, Dagmar feels something she's never really had much famliarity with- childhood innocence. It.. it smells kind of like a hug and laugh. which doesn't make sense. How can that have a scent?

Her rib, ready to fall out, nestles back into place and finds its location... skin mends.

"What kind of stupid dragon has HEALING breath?" The Balor sniffs.

A startled noise.

"I'm sorry, I should have asked first, but you were hurting" This dragon appears to be a creature of profound empathy.

"No, no, it's good. Thank you." A shy smile.

"...String?"

"Here.. I suppose, to a human, it would be rope" Indeed, the string he offers is huge... and blue! He hands it over, "I'm very fond of blue right now" He confides with a soft whuff of a chuckle.

"You may ransom me, if you insist."

That last from the balor "But you'd be wise to simply let me get on my ship"

"Blue's a good color." She agrees, and slinsg Flyswatter across her back before binding the sidhe.

Dagmar is STRONG. And the ropes are strong and drawn tight, with firm knots.

"OW" the balor hisses.

"you're lucky we don't make it tighter still.." Siv eyes the knots with professional look, "Good one, Dagmar, Mom would approve.."

"Your mom showed me."

"What should we do with her?" A glance back at the dragon, and she shoots him another smile.

"Oh, leave her with me," Puff says, his own injures don't seem to heal as quickly, "I know just the thing.."

"If you're sure, Puff?" Siv says

"..Siv, you have any cookies?"

"I do... " Siv says "mom asks me to carry.. oh I'm so thoughtless, thank you Dagmar" She turns to Puff, "Puff, please, it might heal you"

She offers up a cookie.

Puff sniffs, and says in a delighted tone, "Coconut and Chocolate chip? MY Favorite? How did you two girls know?"

Siv blushes, then "It's your favorite because that's what it is, and it makes us feel good to have done that, isn't it?"

"That's part of my magic," Puff winks, and takes the cookie with a quick tongue flick that makes Siv laugh as it tickles her hand.

Dagmar looks a little overwhelmed - happily so, but uncertain too. Puff radiates a feeling that is nice, but alien.

"Revolting" The balor sneers.

The scales damaged fly and heal, the patches of skin under them whole. Puff is bruised still, but certainly better than he was.

"mmmm deelicious" He assures both troll girls

Siv smiles then nudges Dagmar, "you okay?"

"Uh-huh. I feel weird."

"...What's going to happen to her?"

"I'll send her back to the autumn world... but with a little lesson in humility... it'll be over in a year and a day. Customary yes?" Puff says

"Like Gwydion the Grey?"

"Why yes," Puff says, "Though she won't spend time as a wolf."