#odyssey

ahem..

“Teasing Lovecraft.” A grin. “Through the Windows!”

they move on and see the trod splits.. one heading over the ocean to Europe! You can tell by the smell of cheese

Wouldn’t that be to the moon?

"Oh, it's that foot cheese you like.."

Sniff! Mmmm. (Not green cheese, I suppose.)

No, it's Limburger ..from Limberg

Oh, it IS the good stuff. “Maybe number four or five will be over there.”

But, heading on the path that should lead to the voodoo.

"Pee-yew."

And they go on... other trods join onto this one.. and they get company

"HEY" A nocker calls out "This the way to New Orleans?"

“That’s what we were told.” He whispers, though Dagmar may need to repeat.

She does!

"Thanks!" The nocker says "So help me if I end up at Firnost again"

A huff, amused.

"Yeah, Firnost is like... a trod magnet."

“Not at the bottom of my list anymore.” He admits. “Worse places to end up.”

"I do not get it..." the nocker bitches because he loves to bitch "Did that place get a soothsay dreamcraft duel unleashing?"

"I dunno... it gets a lot of sidhe for a commoner hold, though. But they're pretty.. uh... occupied..."

"If you mean they dry hump each other and act like anyone who notices is a pre vert or prude..yeah"

Silent cough, and eyes front!

NO COMMENT

Purple!

"Um."

Thank goodness the nocker seems to leave it at there

And they close in...on a fight

Dagmar steps in front of the two smaller fae.

Symon seems used to this and peers around from safe vantage.

Two sidhe fight, two women. One wearing the colors of Beaumayn, the other wearing the colors of House Balor! Swords swling and lash, but they are well matched

"Ahem." Dagmar clears her throat.

"Stay out of this, Gwydion lackey" Says the graduate from the Balor school of Charm

His eyes go thin at the sight of the Balor. Not a popular house these days.

"A troll Gwydion with a sluagh? At last... the Blue Storm and shadow it leaves!" Says the Beaumayn

"Lackey? Jeez, lady, you could at least try for a real insult."

"I mean, it'd probably be dumb on your part, but still..."

“It’s not our fight. Unless you want to make it.” He whispers as she insults Dagmar.

"Stop pretending you KNEW this would happen, Purple starred bitch"

The balor seems to be ignoring Dagmar now

"Don't got a lot of use for Balor."

“And I thought I was rude.” A soft snort.

"Plus, they're in the way."

The Beaumayn however says "Feel free to take over, if you want to be my champion, Gwydion Knight"

“What’s the fight about?”

"Wait, you can't do tha-" the Balor starts to protest

"Well, you could surrender."

"Eat shit, Falcon Whore" The balor snaps "I will not be delayed furhter!"

Clearly her ..house flaw is mental or something. No obvious defects. So.. perhaps her curse is a total lack of Common sense or survival instinct

"Welp."

“See, now you went and made it our fight.”