#odyssey

Steward Parch however is focused on the object "Kithmate... give the cold iron to me. I am Miss Parch. Steward. You are right this should not enter the holding proper."

He offers it over carefully, a weight seeming to lift from his narrow shoulders as it leaves him.

"If a sidhe warrior clad all in black comes seeking here healing for a broken arm - you may be smart to grab the fucker before rendering aid, for such was the one who dropped this."

"Uh, pardon." He adds belatedly at his rude language.

Miss Parch holds out her hand and now the weight is on her "Foul thing. Death is a release, not an end. I shall take this to the smelter below. And yes, be on the look out for such" She adresses the others "But, my manners, that is Dame Selga, and Sir Paint. Knights of our realm."

Dagmar's jaw is set at a firm, stubborn jut.

Even without her falcon on display... Gwydion.

Dame Selga says "You may hand over Bilbo to me. " Not quite a request.

"Miss Parch. I'm Symon of Rivervale. The Dame is my boon companion, and she is quite adamant that the mutt - er, the Tenderpaw be presented to his owner directly."

A brow lift... while trolls are masters of the hidden grunt and brow language, sluagh also have their ways. Clearly she knows of the name. And that..considering they're in another kingdom Symon has never been in, might be a bit worriesome

"I promised I would return Bilbo to Countess Edrit."

Miss Parch looks at the knights, "Sir Paint. Kindly escort the Dame Falcon to our liege. She deserves the honor of a knightly escort, and... the reward should go straight to the ones who retrieved it." She looks at the Aesin who is unsure about this, and adds "Dame Selga. A look out maybe required... would you hunt for a sidhe with a broken arm?"

Selga seems to perk at this "I am always happy to take down one who would dare use the bane metal" A nod, and off she heads

WHile Sir Paint moves by Dagmar's side "Don't worry, we'll be there in front of her in mere days, Dame Dagmar"

The turtle earns a faint smile.

Symon sticks close by Dagmar's other side.

The hold village is definitely coming alive... servants scatter, everyone who doesn't have a duty watching... and many call out with delight to see Bilbo! particularly the commoner kith

other sidhe however, well, they put on approving nods but some don't seem pleased

Miss Parch departs to rid the area of the cold irohn quickly. Dame Selga looks for a fight with a coward with a broken arm... and Sir Paint moves with actually a fine step despite his animal affinity to lead them towards the Countess

It seems Dagmar doesn't need her fancy voile - she towers, with a straight back and broad shoulders.

"What do they want NOW?" An angry voice, a child's voice, "Is it not enough I am trying to do right by these people while two different Graces attempt to bully me into thralldom of a sort none but a sidhe can truly understand? What do they want? ANother holiday? Help with mortal inflation? That's not in my power. I ought to open court just ONCE a week then I'd actually get some peace and..."

Bilbo hears htis and goes "Scruff, rurp WUF!"

"I know, I know" The tone turns guilty and apologetic "They ARE my people and they get scared I just..." a beat "Bilbo? BILBO!" AANd suddenly a little sidhe countess is charging towards Dagmar heading for HER pet

Dagmar drops to one knee.

Symon steps out of the way before he gets trampeled.

Ah, here, Dagmar's shadow, a comfortable spot.

ANd suddenly the petulant childling is glowing with love and petting her pet as Bilbo leaps into Edrit's arms. The little girl pets him and hugs him and tears flow (beautiful tears, Sidhe don't splotch damn them) as they reunite "Oh bilbobilbobilbo!"

Take that, Sun! Dagmar blocks you! Fiend!

Luckily, this is an Owl hold, not a Sun one.

Owls ARE proper birds. Silent, night flying, very pleasant all in all.

"Countess." Dagmar nods. "Bilbo missed you."

Paint smiles and look at Dagmar, "If you ever need a service in a hundred years, let me know"

the hundred years was a lie, but the rest? Paint is grateful!

And the little countess seems to have discovered compasion again, as Bilbo help her realize things "Oh I still have Dame Lowdy locked up. When clearly she didn't do this. Oh that's terrible ruling. Unjust. SOmeone release her at once "

(Tender-pause)