#fenixtj

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Jessica finds herself facing a new situation... delegating proved easy, almost too easy!

Mitra's advice had been good. The Pitt took up some slack on patrols as well as having it's fighters just entertain themselves. This took pressure off Fenix.

She tries not to be ungrateful. Or suspicious.

Tweak is more focused on building than ruling, but somehow word got out that if she didn't do at least some minor patrols, sidhe would! Offended, she brought in a pretty impressive drone program (Chimerical) coupled with other exeriments in escheat enforcement. Mind you, those are good reason to be suspicious of. It's very likely Tweak , being a known unseelie, might not always monitor all equally.

The Sunkissed waves ruled by Baron Tidemarch remain stable. And more isolated, despite the fact it has most of the beach tourist sites. Ironic, they are litterally a door away (Trod connects) and yet it is there reports that come in the rarest, though they are always on time. Once a month, like clockwork.

There are rumors that that barony is where Unseelie nobles go to try to get things done.

Yes, it's a bit...disturbing to find that there might be secret meetings of Leanhaun, Ailil, and Balor there. MIGHT be. But then, in this day and age, they could have their meetings online and be just as big a threat really. Tidemarch does respond when she beckons.

She sits by the Balefire, thinking.

The balefire crackles, and extends her senses. She is bound to only one hold, but now almost all holds go through her hold..and thus...well, she gets glimpses.

She lets them come; she welcomes them.

The bale of Tidemarch is a bright almost golden thing despite it's emerald nature (They are all emerald), more in feel than view. Yet it collects many shadows, confident it can deal with them if they try to change things not to its liking. Of all the fires, this one is the coolest, not cold, not icy, but it definitely has the least warmth. It reflects its master well. And yet, there is something different since last she checked.

Like a spot on the sun inverted, there is a curling wisp of...something softer.

Some Unseelie might call it a weakness, whatever it is.

She focuses on that, gently coaxing it to tell her what it is.

Almost instantly, rather than revealing, it closes up, like a gentleman, caught disrobed, might throw a towel about himself. Pride, prudisheness? Hard to say.

And yet...

it did not feel UN seelie

She lets it go, without forcing. Hmm.

She is familiar with this feeling, whatever it is.

That might not be hard to get, folks flow in, and lord knows the Duke is happy to help set her up with his own suggestions.

She casts her mind back over those who have been with her, who she trusts.

A good question. (Press SEND)

A good question, then again, Dame Ash is very close to her new right hand. More of a kind older advisor than a true friend like Mitra.

Where to get help? For a brief moment, she ponders Rivervale, not ponders, so much as the thought intrudes. She needs to write a letter to mom to let her know of satyr recruitment, and yet, it has quite a few wilders who might be tempted to help her, temproarily, not necessarily family even. Or is that the bale reminding her? Knowing she's not likely to think on that option without prompting?

A puff, and she trails her fingers into the Flames.

Can a balefire give a sheepish shrug?

It can certainly snickerflicker.

It could lead to spies, but that's the nature of things.

Andd she does have Symond still working in the workshop below this very hold. She might qualify as a go between

Which to summon first?

Jessica stands and wanders out; she'll head to the workshop, unless she comes across Ash first, or someone who knows where she is.

Well, it is much changed, still proud. She felt that.

Jessica walks, deep in thought.

She finds the workshop, and it's sealed. Sigh Even as a countess, getting into this is a pain without the approval of the mistress of the workshop

It's humbling, really.

But she can knock

And she does. She never minded that.

"Who the FURK is it?"