#goldfinchfreehold

A deep inhale as she feels the glamour shimmer and buzz all around.

Motes flicker about in defiant rainbow hues.

There's a minor crash sound as Mic tries to catch one of the motes and knocks something over instead!

Lydia is wet eyed with joy "It's BEAUTIFUL"

Sylvi laughs and turns, enjoying the sparkling spectrum. "It really is! Ahhhh...." A satisfied, relieved sigh. She looks again to Lydia and Dagmar. "Thanks again, you two. She really needed that, and I was getting a little concerned about how to help her last."

"Imbolc's a good time, yeah?"

Sylvi's hand IS a bit burned, but even the slight burn mark looks pretty boss.

"Wait till we have a party here for Imbolc proper" Prissy calls out! "Oh, Mic's got his head stuck in one of the small waste buckets"

"It absolutely is. Oh, I hope everybody feels that."

A laugh. "Of course he does. Can you help him get out of it?"

"Sure... alive I assume?" Prissy asks

"Swear to god, Priss."

"Yes, alive." The stinging in her palm gets her attention, and she looks down at her hand. "Oh...hey, check it out..." She holds up her palm and there's a burn mark there, a shimmery silver soot. It's an asymmetrical shape, hard to describe.

"Kind of looks like a bird? Like a goldfinch?"

"...Hunh. It does."

It might also look like several other things, but that's Sylvi's interpretation, at least.

"I can see it. Neat. I mean, OW, but neat" Lydia gazes

"Yeah, ow, but it'll heal, no biggie. A good ow."

Prissy calls out "You guys are NO fun" There's a rending sound, and then... an orange cat bounds down near the fire and begins to lick himself

"You're a dipshit, Mic," Sylvi says affectionately before calling up to Prissy, "Let me guess, we need a new wastebasket?"

"YUP!!" a voice calls down

"Figured!"

Prissy comes down with some drinks for folks "Here, I had to scare the vending machine to give half decent stuff but it's still random. Dagmar, is dr. Pepper Cherry okay?"

She looks to the others. "So, we're still going to have a party on Imbolc itself. Dagmar, I know you like the Lodge stuff more, but you know you're welcome if you want. How about you, Lydia?"

"Ooo, yeah. Thanks."

Prissy also has a sweat tea, a lemonade, a carton of chocolate milk, and a Tab soda

"I.. I mean, I might visit? It's a nice party, I know."

"I would LOVE it," Lydia says "Can.. I wear my Firebrand outfit? I Know it's done, but still?"

"Lemonade for me, thanks."

"Oh, I think that's a great idea, Lydia! And yeah, Dagmar, I'd like that. Maybe coax Symon out of his alcove to join you."

Dagmar gets her cherry dr. Pepper, the lemonade for Sylvi, and Lydia snags the sweat tea.

So Prissy mixes the chocolate milk and tab just because she's never done it before, and then swigs

"Sy won't be seen. He's real good at that."

"That's weird and probably delicious, but I just don't want to know," Sylvi says of Prissy's drink.

"Oh, I wasn't expecting to see him. Not unless he wants to be."

Prissy burps "Symon is easier to smell than see"

"Oh, we should text the Mountain and Chief and let them know we made it all right" Lydia suggests "And then, party plans?"

"Good call," Sylvi says. "I'll head on up to do that. Cell service gets wonky down here, even without full glamour."

"Hang out and enjoy the buzz, guys!" And up the stairs she goes.

Indeed, when the glamour is strong the phones play music even if you didn't ask for it

Lydia toasts Dagmar "To Imbolc, and us"

(Fade to renewed flames, and good cheer)