#goldfinchfreehold

Sylvi smirks. "That would go badly for you, too. You will not have the flame, you will not have this hold. She is Goldfinch, and I am her holder, and these are her people, and YOU will NOT have her." Straining, struggling...surely there's some way to loosen this? "She'd never be taken by a nobody like you."

"Oh you strain against the dictum and fail? Wher is the vaunted troll will? Maybe ..maybe you're just not the belle of the ball you think you are?"

Suddenly, the bird flies, from Etsie's hand, carrying something... and it touches Sylvi's shoulder and she feels a new surge of willpower

(And gets another roll plus 2 dice as this is her duty charge)

A deep gasp at the influx of power and...

/roll 6

...she smiles.

And she breaks free! Soveriegn doesn't work like it used to! It doesn't just recognize noble titles anymore, and this dumb bitch brought trouble to a commoner hold!

And she stands, towering over the sidhe. "How DARE you!"

She aims a full-on bitch slap at the sidhe's jaw.

A troll blow is nothing ou shrug off if the troll doesn't pull it

Her eyes flare with fury! But...she's her father's and mother's daughter, and the Code of Dagda matters, dammit. Instead, she grabs the sidhe by the hair and starts dragging her to the door. "Let's show her the exit, Goldfinch!" she calls to the other revelers!

To her surprise, Rikki is one of the first to aid her! Maybe not a surprise, the pooka has NEVER liked people getting too bossy. "See, this is a common hold, we share chores. Including taking out the trash."

Others join in, rising and joining the escort.

and singing

"Na-na-na-na..." Sylvi leads them "...na-na-na-na, Hey Hey-ey, GOOD BYE!"

On the last GOOD BYE they hurl her out completely

And the doors SHUT on her. "Step back," Sylvi tells everybody as Piper leads them in the Twisted Sister anthem. She uses the power of their voices and starts to weave a Faerie Ring circle on the doors. It's targeted upon a very specific sidhe, and with a very specific consequence for violation -- but others may come and go as they please.

If that interloper so much as touches the doors before Samhain sunup, all her hair will fall out, and her scalp will become covered in boils.

The weaving of spring seems odd, but it is a very autumn consequence!

It's un-Spring.

When the working is done, Sylvi turns back to the crowd and joins in what's left of the song, arms raised high in victory!

A roar breaks out from the crowd! And the little bird that dances from window to flame and back again? Why, there are hawks with less triumphant cries

Sylvi roars louder than all of them! And the mood of the night gets wilder, more reckless, for they cannot be controlled by ANYBODY.

The bass thumps and the beat calls everybody to dance once more!

And dancing happens... and more

And Sylvi doesn't wait for Etsie and crew to release the Gift of Pan. Her victory dance includes the summoning of the pole and some enthusiastic aerial maneuvers to amaze and impress her fans. What waits for her when she touches back down...well...the mists make it kind of blurry....

"Oh my god..." /"We have a pole..." /"You block my view I'll kill you, swear to Pan"/ "Go Sylvi GO!"

And yes, the mists make it all kind of blurry, but the sense of victory doesn't go away

(End Samhain)

....

she wakens, weird triumphant dreams..shoes... still on, her clothing in a state of undone... and possibly a nude figure near her.

Sylvi also smells coffee

"Mmmm...." Lazy, the indolence of unseeliness clinging to her. Maybe somebody's nearby to fetch her coffee...? She stretches and looks around...and appreciates the Samhain aftermath sprawled all across the floor in various stages of undress.

Chieftain Brekke looks over a mug "I entrust you with a balefire, and this is how you seek to honor samhain? to praise the fallen and remember the nearly forgotten? "

Her eyes wide with shock, she scrambles to her feet, arranging her clothing as she stammers, "Chieftain???"

The fuddle fades, and there is Rikki with an over sized cup of coffee, "BHWAHAHAHA! Oh god, the look on your face! Best Samhain EVER!"

Sylvi STARES for a second. "You fucking BITCH!" But a moment later she can't help but start giggling. "Oh, man, you're CRUEL!"

"Here you go, Champ" A grin and the otherwise untouched cup IS offered.

She leans against the wall and slips off Those Shoes, sighing a bit with regret and relief mixed as her bare feet touch the floor.

She accepts the mug. "Thanks. And if you did something to this, some might consider that sacrilege." She fearlessly takes a sip.

It's actually good and...

"You okay?"

hey! All over the mug are chimerical signatures... various party goers signed it!

She notes that, and peers at them more closely. "What's this...?"

'Samhain 2022, I ❤️ GF!'

"Awwww!"

"That's amazing!"

"I sould some merch for the party... had a dozen made, yours? For some reason, folks wanted to sign"