#kc_necropolis

Gerd got the message to help with snow clean up, but she was enjoying her time at Firnost.

Unaware it has turned to more than that. She sits in a Wingback chair that struck her as having WItchy energy. Of course as a troll, it's almost too small for her.

She has found an ancient occult tome , okay, a used book. The Blue Witch Prophecy and Other Idol Speculations.

She looks at the statue of Brekke, "I wonder..." She looks back at a ritual she's found.

"On one hand, using this as a ritual experiment is absolutely tacky given the pranks and things it's been involved in," A pause "On the other hand, it is an item of trollish heritage and may have much wisdom. On the other hand, that which is left behind is for use of others ... at least according to some... on the other hand, I could get in trouble. On the other hand, who dares hold back a witch quest for knowledge?"

"On the other hand... oh heck with it." She takes out the hat she brought, not the one she wears, but a top hat that looks almost holiday esque despite the later time, and she puts it on the statue, "Frosty, Man of Snow, he had a go. And Galatea could not be resisted. Let wisdom flow, give voice and personality for a time. By the seventh star past seven stars, so says a witch sublime!"

SHe sprinkles forget me not petals over it as she talks.

and a bit of sage!

And the idol moves, every so slowly.

"It's doing it, it's tapping into the wisdom and lore of Brekke!" Gerd claps.

And then the statue raises its features into a ... a BROW look. A familiar look of a certain troll that was quite an authority figure for much of Gerd's life... that look that often had childlings put things they weren't supposed to have right back where they belonged, and had wilders sit straighter with their hands in their lap.

"Oh hey now," Gerd mutters "That's not fair."

The brow arches and the statue grunts in troll speak "Fair? You feel you're being treated poorly then for possibly dealing with consequences?"

("Little bit,") Gerd grunts back wonder why she's having trouble making eye contact with a statue.

Ahem, the statue seems to say, demanding attention since SOMEONE started this conversation and now must deal with it.

Gerd looks up, "Fine. I need advice. I've been working as an ambassador, and other things, an emissary and more and it's great, nice. And training in Hearth lore is coming along great, but I'm a wilder now and have been for awhile. I can't go scampering to Kerri every time I feel insecure. Or confused. And I can't do it to Uncle Vali either as he's busy being Mountain. I was wondering if maybe I need to start questing, taking the Rivervale banner out and about, like Dagmar is! She's traveling the world and she doesn't even flicker flash. She's becoming this legend probably, and I'm still just... Gerd, Vali's niece, the body Vegard Hornshield's spirit recycled in. Oh and 'crazy blue witch girl who likes tea instead of coffee'. I love being me, but.. me doesn't seem that impressive and, Uncle Olgar said it's NORMAL for young trolls to want quiet glory. Is that vain of me?"

The statue seems perplexed though not confused, as if she understood the words, but she's not seeing the trouble. Which is not what Gerd expected.

"What?" Gerd says with a shrug, "No ... lesson on how vanity is beneath me? Or how no it's not vain if I seek glory for Rivervale and to bring honor to my lodge? I thought I'd kind of get a heads of tails here at least."

The expression on the statue grows sympathetic, and almost apologetic .

Gerd meets the expression, then winces "RIght right, Brekke was never a wilder, at least, not for long if at all. She came along in her twenties, late 20s. Geez I feel dim. She wouldn't understand, so you wouldn't understand."

The statue's expression 'softens' a bit but then, in brekke like fashion, also resolves as if to say ("* Go on anyway *")

Gerd ponders "I guess every troll wilder at Rivervale goes through this, and even if you.. Pardon, Brekke, didn't experience herself, she did WATCH it. She struggled trying to find a way to let Siv become her own troll even when she worried. She helped Dagmar stand up on her own and slowly stepped back here and there so Dagmar would see not all is in her shadow. She even watched Sylvi drive Kerri nuts, and quietly showed her what a noble could be so Sylvi wouldn't fall into her trap of having an easy label for everything with a title. She... really was kind of impressive helping us all even when she didn't share the same experience."

The statue gives a delicate snort nod as if to say ("It was not easy, this is true. One tries.")

"So.. maybe i can learn from that afterall, becuase if Brekke , the real Brekke were here... she would do one of those things... try to let me fly, step back so I wasn't in a shadow, and put a good example for me to gauge by... yet always always whatever way I went I have a home."

A sheepish look, then Gerd adds "Not to diminish the advice but I KNEW that."

The Statue goes back to arched brow ("Did you come here to learn what you know, or seeking permission to ask on it? Either way, I hope I helped a little. And if you learned you did not need help so much as wanted it, all the better. The help is yours regardless and they who would help you when you wanted OR Needed are not statues with undignified hats"")

"Undignified? Oh my god, you really are like her," Gerd mutters, "Fine. Thank you very much. I guess I was looking to give myself permission to start acting and exploring for myself. And I was using you for that. Thank you for the wisdom. Want me to take the hat of now?"

The statue looks relieved at the offer as if to say ("more than you can possibly imagine.")

Gerd snerks, and takes the hat off, ending the ritual and spell.

Gerd gets some fresh coffee and flcker flashes it to Alaska to Brekke's new home. Brekike won't undersand what she did to earn it, but it doesn't matter. It's her kind of blend.

And with asmile on her face, Gerd heads back to Rivervale.

(End Scene)