#goldfinchfreehold

A text goes out to the Rivervale wilders (and their non-fae friends) -- TXT: Hey yo! We're all back home. Wanna have a lakeside hangout, like the old days? I think Wed, 7/5, the old dock, bring something to eat/drink/share. Wear your swim stuff if you have it!

Responses come in, from many...

JImmy? Oh yeah him...

Riiiight, Jimmy.

Dirk wants to know if there will be food?

Some, but he should probably bring a bit extra if he wants a stash for himself. She's not bringing the cauldron to the dock!

A smile at Dagmar's response. "Attagirl," she murmurs as she gives it a ❤️ response.

TXT: Can a Capricorn crash a party? Zane

TXT: You better get your Rivervale ass down here! 🙂

TXT: Yes, Mistress Sylvi A whip emoji

Direct TXT back to Sylvi.
TXT: can i invite someone?

TXT: (after a pause) If they're cool, sure! (The surprise is almost audible.)

TXT: thx. New in town. Should meet the locals. Don’t make it weird

TXT: If they're hanging with us, they're gonna get some weird. Just sayin'

TXT: That's a fact Jordan texts in

Sylvi keeps track of who has checked in and who hasn't. So far, nothing from several, including Lupe and May.

She decides to give them an hour or two, and then start reaching out more directly.

Then ...

May texts How very kind. If you're sure I'll be welcome?

((She texts to the group, or to Sylvi privately?))

(Sylvi privately)

To May: Absolutely. Why wouldn't you be?

She decides to feign ignorance to start at least.

TXT from May: One shouldn't assume, Sylvi. I did once. Foolish of me. But I thank you and shall endeavor to be there

(This does not sound like the bubbly may she knows but it's the right number)

It might not be much, but might remind May a little of who she was? Maybe?

But Jimmy is right...this is NOT the way May should sound.

TXT from May to Sylvi: TXT: Oh, those. Well, I've grown up but thank you. I shall be there.

TXT: I could bring volleyball stuff

TXT: Triple trouble vs all you all

Sylvi gives a ❤️ react to Dagmar while frowning at May's reply.

Private text to Dagmar: TXT: May responded privately. She doesn't sound like her.

Private back: TXT: I read the letters, it's bad

TXT: Not sure how to fix. Will need help.

TXT: Volleyball? Go ahead, too tall, show me your belly and I'll spike your ass..soon as I climb the net 😉 (From Lupe!)

Pvt to Dagmar: TXT: Glad you read them. Here to help, whatever you need. Seriously.

TXT: (From Lupe) Thx Sylvi. See you there and then

(Sylvi) TXT: thanks

Other messages come in

Sylvi starts making a mental list of things to bring. She'll certainly be able to get some leftovers from the 4th barbecue.

TXT: Should I bring my portable keyboard? Jordan asks

TXT: Let's bring canned music for once. It won't kill us Dirk says

"Boo" Says a voice behind her. No text there

TXT: Piper plays guitar?

A blink, and she turns to look.

Rikki wiggles fingers at her, the Racoon pooka smirks "Hey, you seen Piper recently? Asking for a friend"

"Hey! Well, she and Siv were here for a while, but that was yesterday."