#goldfinchfreehold

((Oh, right!))

"I'm still surprised about Linwood. And yeah, I've met Majestix, but just a few minutes." She considers. "You think?"

"Majestix wants to travel, so he'd kind of be that 'hey you're in town' thing, but he's happy to be free and would understand you wanted the same I think. Also, he's handsome." A pondering "As for Linwood. He's a bit more skittish and shy, probably why he thinks you're out of hie league. He respects you though, and some of the songs he's played are for you"

"Not that he told you, the wineer" A hurmph "Now, I know you're not big on Sidhe, but I do know one you might find intriguing. He rules his barony, but .. is far more egalitarian in the sack? " Ahem "Some say he's borderline submissiive and you DO love being worshipped at times"

Sylvi considers the eshu angle, and then her eyes widen at this further revelation about Linwood. "Seriously, had no clue." Then a dubious look at the notion of a submissive sidhe.

Seeing the look "Okay, scratch the sidhe. "

"Hey, I still want to know who."

"Now really, is that fair? You give THAT Look that indicates you're dubious at best, but you STILL expect me to tell you? What am I, a gossip?" Her wings flutter as if offended. Less than two seconds pass and she goes "He's Baron Dider Roarjoy, and I know it's not your favorite house but he's a Fiona and can be discrete or so I hear. He's not OF Bergen but a neighbor outside of it , so no political control over you even indirectly"

"I don't think I have a favorite house, per se. But I really don't think I'd be interested. Still...you never know. If I happen to meet him, I'll see what I think and report back to you, fair?"

"Oh I want the gossip period no matter who you're seeing, but I'm selfish like that" A wink "Oh with Linwood , IF you're interested, YOU will have to make the first move I think"

A little flicker of expression about gossip no matter who, and then a grin about Linwood. "Noted. I'll think about it."

"What was that, the flicker there?" A pause "You know, I am discrete... by boggan standards"

"Oh, dammit," she mutters, then finally relents. "Zane and I got together, right before Samhain. Definitely fun," she adds.

Her jaw drops, then she says "Hey, Zane's not bad on the eyes"

(Perception plus Empathy)

((Guessing...))

/roll 5

"Definitely not bad on the eyes, and a bit of the bad-boy thing going on, too."

Wait, was that a blush and a flash of ... understanding? No...more than just understanding. A shared experience?

A blink. "Waitaminute...."

A broad grin. "Oooooh! When did you two get together?!"

A FURIOUS BLUSH "damn it, no fair, that's a boggan niche"

"Girl, you telegraphed like you were in the old West! Spill the tea!"

"What a revolting development" She mutters then says "Ours was closer to Beltaine, which means OUR lust was pure" A weak chuckle "Honestly, it was a great night, the stars were out, and we started talking about our favorite lines from romantic movies. Boy did I play myself there, and he apparently has seen more than I expected. It was a fling a one night stand, but it was... still really good" brighter red "I trapped him under my wings"

"Niiiiiice," Sylvi says with genuine appreciation. "And yeah, that's a perfect set-up for some lusty fun."

"It was... darn boy is smooth. I spread my wings over him and joked "I won't share you with the stars" you know what he said? SO corny but so perfect?"

"Tell me." Sylvi's very much enjoying this.

She deepens her voice and makes a challenging gaze in attempts to mimic Zane "Tonight, YOU are my stars"

"Oh, gods!" She laughs and puts a hand to her forehead.

"I Know, and it TOTALLY worked. I'm such a sap!"

"He should go live with the DeBukes with that much corniness."

"Oh, hell, it probably would have worked on me, too, especially around Beltaine."

"He knows what he's doing."

"Yeah, " A chuckle "Remember how bad his game was back in junior high days?"

"He wanted to be a ladies' man so bad! But he was all wrapped up in the fact that he'd never live up to his dad's reputation or something."

"In retrospect I should have been more sympathetic. He was ahead of the identity crisis curve"

"Oh, we were all tragic messes to one degree or another in junior high. I think everybody is."

"YUP." A smile "Look, now that you know I too have had fun romps , while I'm no troll mind, I hope it helps ?"

"It totally does." She offers a fist bump. "Sex-positive Solidarity."

The fist bump commences "You know it, and anytime you need it"

The balefire flares up a bit, liking this kind of glamour

A laugh and then an amused look at the balefire. "Okay, hot stuff. We hear you."

"I love it" A grin

And the two have a good time talking about life, love, and perhaps fashion. No one's biz but theirs

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