#goldfinchfreehold

"What's got you all pissy?" Sylvi says to the goldfinch in the stained glass that currently looks like it's trying out for Angry Birds.

It flutters to her and just seems afluff

"Huh." She looks around the studio, but nothing seems amiss. "Etsie?" she calls out. "I'm on a drop-by!"

The nice thing about Rutgers is that it's not too far away for multiple check-ins without having to trod it.

"Oh good" Etsie says "Welcome back, kid. We've missed you"

"Missed you all, too. Wish I could get back here daily. So, what's been going on?"

"Well, news of Piper starting her band the hard way has made it to us. but I bet you know that"

"Yeah, I haven't seen the kids in person yet, but I helped Piper out with a bit of Spring. I'm sure they'll be okay...it's just going to be a little intense for the smaller one for a while. And everything's been okay here with the studio and the hold?"

"Well, not entirely..." Etsie comes into view "Basil is healing up here after a fight with a chimera nearby.. Chimerical Klan hood with a snake body. Nasty. Dirk and he took it out. One of my students is dropping out, her father doesn't think she can make a living at music. A shame, she's good. "

Both of these make her frown. She glances toward the door to the hold stairs, but deals with the other issue first. "Think he can be persuaded? Have you talked to him?"

"I did... he isn't an Autumn person just scared of the economy. Doesn't want his little girl working ONLY FANS or something in a few years. Unfortunately, he seems to think an old rocker living in an apartment with out family proves his point" mmph "Was so close to enchanting him and putting a hoof up his ass. But I kept my temper. It's not about me after all"

Sylvi presses her lips together and is quiet for a few moments.

A deep breath and a sigh. "If you can get the address for me, I'll call and set up a visit. Do you have any recordings of her, though? I want to know what I'm talking about."

"Accoustic guitar, but also knows electric. " She says "Pretty voice... and she is open to all sorts of styles. I love my rock, heavy metal for sure, but that girl can Suzzanne Vega it folk alternative sweetly, or hit the blues. Address? Sure I can get that for you" She nods "Soon as I remember my filing system"

That gets a grin. "I have faith in you. Okay...I'm going to check on Basil. Thanks, Etsie."

She heads for the door and descends the staircase, feeling the little warm trickle of glamour grow as she enters the hold proper.

A thumbsup from the grump, and down Sylvi goes

She finds a shirtless dark skinned satyr with shining horns. It would be hot, but the huge bruise on one side and the cut along the shoulder with the wrapping detract

"Oof," she says under her breath, then quietly asks, "Hey, you awake?"

He stirs, "Well, if I'm asleep, I was hoping for a fantasy where we're both not wounded, and..." He smiles "Wearing less."

An amused sound, not quite a laugh, and she approaches. "I think that fantasy's gotta wait a bit. That snake got you good."

She takes a seat near him.

"Yeah, a KLAN Snake no less. Glad that one is dead. " He admits "Dirk helped, but I did spear it. Hit even when it was in its death throes"

"Think it was just the one? I'd rather not see a whole hive of those. Or...cluster? What's the group name for snakes? Or klansmen, for that matter?"

"Depends on the type of snake... generally, a pit or den, maybe a knot. But for specifics? I know theres a Rhumba of Rattlesnakes, a generation of Vipers.. forget the others" He says "now the Klan has had more than one incarnation, but if I recall, a local organization is referred to as a Klavern"

She grins. "Headcanon accepted."

"I mean, even if that isn't the word, it is now."

"So, do you think we have to watch for more of them?"

"You ougtta ask Eden about snake group names, if ishe can tell it straight" A smile then the smile fades at the question "Dirk already is. I don't know... sign of the times dreams like that are coming around solid and nasty. I mean, nothing new if you were a minority but... bit alarming it was here. I'll get well and get on the look out. Chief's training with me, spear that is, its improved me. Next time? I'll be ready"

"No doubt. You okay with me helping that healing along a bit?"

"I'd have to be crazy to say no to a little TLC from a lady like you" He admires, then asks "Hey, how are you?"

A smile. "Doing okay. Y'know. School stuff is busy, but I'm almost done, and I've got this place to come back to when I need a glamour top-off." She fishes in her jacket pocket and pulls out a lip-gloss. "I'll try to keep this from hurting too much."

"uh oh"

"Be brave," she teases him with a wink. Then, as gently as she can, she uses the lip gloss to trace a circle, three times, over the bruised area on his ribs. It tingles a bit.

"heh, almost tickles" He admits

Another circled area around the cut on his shoulder, not touching it, but dabbing an outline of dots. And, yes, there's the increasing tingle of gathering glamour.

A brow lift, not troll level but still

Finally, she applies the gloss to her lips, then leans over and kisses his lips, gentle and unhurried. Basil feels a rivulet of glamour move from where their lips touch to join the glamour gathered at the wounded areas, and the cantrip takes hold to restore him -- not completely, but enough to ease the worst of it.

He starts to return the kiss rather enjoying this , and feeling MUCH more energy

She enjoys the returning, but pulls away after a minute. "Easy, champ. You still need rest."

"Think of it as physical therapy, get that blood going..." He puts on a winsome grin "You could be saving my life"

"Oh, a mission of mercy, hm?"

"Right to life is a serious thing, and I believe we should take no chances"

A chuckle as she makes sure her lip gloss is put away. "What's life without risk, though?" she counters.

"Well, right now, it feels like the answer is 'cruel' but.." he admits " I might be biased there." A beat "HOw are you with your mom becoming Chief? Folks talking about it, but I don't know if they all realize YOU may not be happy about it"

Her amusement slips away, but she shrugs lightly. "Okay, I guess. Not great, but...I'll deal. I'll keep my eyes open, but I'll deal."

"If it were just Chief of the Lodge, that'd be fine. Great, even. It's the rest of it. But I'll deal."

"I hear you" he nods "Hey, come here. No hanky panky" An arm, the good one, around her and lets her lean against him softly "Now, let' s talk about stuff you WANT to talk about. I'm all ears"

And... no play made, he listens to anything she wants to talk about, answering a few things too if she wants.

(Fade to passing the time)