#fenixtj

(Later, as they walk through a local mercado with tamales in hand....)
"I don't think I'm ready to tell anyone else, Clem. I mean, I don't hate this place! Far from it! Sometimes, though.... just sometimes, not all the time... it feels like something's missing. And how do I go find what's missing if I stay here, as it is my duty to do? So... that's where that comes from. And that's not enough to hit an alarm over."

"Jessica, you don't mind me saying? When your mom and dad went with me on that ocean voyage, the one where they brought your sister Siv back as their souvenir? " humor "Well, they left Vali as acting Mountain back home. Have you considered some kind of regent?"

"I have help." She points out. "Dame Mitra usually stands in for me when I need to get away."

"Then, your duty is still being done isn't it? Or..more accurately THE duty?"

Jessica gives her an eyebrow. "You've got -three-. Storm, Mountain, and Hearth."

"The fact that troll workings have natural advantages over sidhe ones means?" Flutter of eyelashes that does not suit the tomboy

"I never said they didn't." Jessica points out. "I'm working with what I've got."

"Then change it" She says "Jessica, I know they're not trolls, but you've already rejected the normal title for a noble. Who is to say you can't reorganize things as you think best helps in your absence? Might make Mitra squirrely, but on the other hand she might have suggestions"

Jessica nods. "So might the Countess."

"Mm yes she might object more than the lady knight, but if you use our common kith as a ground work, perhaps?"

She thinks. "There aren't that many trolls here in Tijuana. The other kiths don't know Troll forms better than Sidhe, really. Other than taking it on faith. In Bergen... well, there's a Lodge full of Trolls. Here it's just me and a few others. Us imposing Troll styles on other kiths.... is that better than the Sidhe?"

"Why don't you ask your people?" she says "Diego would back anything that wasn't the typical noblity I bet."

"Hell, take a poll or even a vote"

"Well, that takes me back to the Countess. How would -she- feel about that? And if I did it, but didn't act on it, what kind of leader would it make me?"

"We're in a war here. Not sure we can afford that kind of division."

"I suppose the war aspect is one I dont have to deal with. I don't know the Countess or her mind but I do know thhat what you have now doesnt seem to get it done , or it does, but at the cost of having you working 28/7 and that sounds like burn out eventually, and THAT will hurt your people"

Jess shakes her head. "No, it's not that bad. Honest. I go back to Rivervale a few times a year, and I have recreations."

"I have an apartment and a mortal job, even!"

"How many waking hours do you spend at the apartment?"

"Um..." a faint blush "I sleep there a few times a week. And I stop in an out almost every day. I guess, awake? 8 to 16?"

"8 to sixteen a week?" Being sure

"Yes."

"Out of a hundred and sixty eight hours that is a week" she raises a brow, "you know, I think maybe you suggested a quest to me because you subconciously want one for yourself, maybe even need one"

"You think I need more time in the Dreaming?"

"Well, quests can be autumn side too. Lost trreasures in mortal pawnshops, slave trading of mortals by fae that need to be broken up. You've heard or seen that sort of thing before. Heck, sometimes the quest is small. I myself quested for a pack of French Burnt Roast Peanuts. Those are NOT as easy as they used to be to get."

Jessica blinks at her for a moment. "Ok, point taken."

She shrugs. "I don't -think- I'm in danger of Bedlam. Am I showing signs?"

"Hey have you seen the apartment?"

She kens her over "Nope. I have not seen the apartment."

"Come on, we'll head that way. It's not much, but it doesn't have to be, right?"

"Well, finding a tall bed can be another quest. Every hotel I go to seems to think my feet don't need on matress"

She follows "And your glamour seems okay, strong unseelie vibe though"

"Yeah, we had to look around a bit, jerry-gig something... Yeah? You can see that?" A bit purple.

"It's more around you than in you, and only if I strain..." She says "Relax, Jessica. I'm the one who pushed for Unseelie to get more representation at hte farm remember?"

She nods, still a bit uncomfortable. "I know, I know."

"Truth to tell I've been holding off my own, don't want to take the role of chief as a winter savage" embarrassed herself "On my own time, sure"

"Oh, believe me, I understand."

(They arrive at the apartment?)

They do and some of Jessica's neighbors wave to her or at least nod.

She nods back, circumspectly.

Clem is the very soul of a friendly Americano

"Ok, here we go." She unlocks (many) and they step inside. "We've used it for folks that -did- have a Bedlam problem. Worked pretty well."

"We have a small area in the farm the hold doesn't reach, serves the same purpose Nice of you to use your place though..."

"Well, needs must."

Clem smiles at something "is that from your folks?" one of her knickknacks

She nods. "From the Quest." Fondly.

She shows Clem around; living/kitchen area, bathroom, bedroom. It's a big bed, sure enough.

Looks hand built, which is not to say custom-made.

There's a TV and a boom-box-type radio, some knicknacks.

"Oh you'd be so impressed with them ... I only remember only some of the quest but they ..well, they were legendary" She checks the bed, "Solid."