#rivervale_lodge

Colton does so

and Olgar whispers to his daughter under his breath as he works

"They haven't bugged me much about coming here, after Olgar talked to them. So long as I'm home before they lock up the house, right?"

"Well, good," Kerri says. "Because we're glad to have you."

Mrs. Wayburton walks over, "hi. Am I intruding?"

(Over to Dagmar and Kerri)

A frown. "Yeah..." Worrying at the nail again. "Well, I'm trying not to rock the boat there. So."

A wary look at the stranger. "Hi."

"Of course not. Dagmar, I don't recall...have you met Mrs Wayburton? Zane's mother."

"Please, call me Marsha," Mrs. Wayburton says offering her hand, "Great to meet you. Zane's mentioned you."

"Oh." A troubled look, but she carefully takes the smaller hand in her blue one.

Kerri smiles a bit, then looks over at the table with the satyrs. "Oh, I need to check in with them."

"Don't worry, sweetie,If it helps it's mostly good stuff." Marsha says, her grip fine"Zane's like his father, gets himself worked up one way or another and then winds down... hope he's been behaving?"

"He's fine." She pulls her hand back.

Kerri moves away from the conversation.

"good, sorry to intrude, just wanted to meet you. I'm kinian, fae blooded, and I still get baffled by this set up. Gets crazy huh?" Marsha smiles. Pretty woman, looks younger than her age by a bit, kind of new agey

He’s not -hiding-. They invited everyone in, didn’t they? And no one said not to climb into a nice, safe, dark spot, clinging in a ceiling corner.

A desperate look as Kerri leaves. "Yeah... y-yeah. Like Sallie Mae."

Symon would discover that the rafters are beautifully carved with vine patterns.

He was, in fact, admiring the patterns- unaware that it is a time-worn tradition for sluagh to hide in the ceiling beams, when the conversation below catches his attention.

Eventually, Kerri finds her way over to Frank and murmurs quietly to him for several minutes.

"Kind of, yes," Marsha says, then she looks apologetic, "I'm hashing your zen, aren't I?"

"I don't know what that means."

"In this case, it means I'm making you uncomfortable" Marsha says, "Sorry, Dagmar, didn't mean to."

"S'fine." A shrug and a frown. "You should go back to your family, anyhow. It's a party, right?"

He creeps down the wall, moving slowly, a shadows amidst shadows, and sliiiiides out the open window (now that player realizes that Dagmar and Marsha are chatting outside.) And, slinking, fingers clinging to the side of the building like some kind of frog or sluggish being, moves up to the rooftop eaves. Head twisted impossibly around to watch the two, even as he climbs.

"one of the reasons I was hoping to meet folks," Marsha says, "But i'm one of those annoying extroverts, " A chuckle, "I guess I just assume others want to meet people, but then I have to remind myself that's not how it works for all. You're welcome to join us if you want company though?"

"There's lots of grown ups here. Other families."

A hand flickers - a wave? Seeing if he can silently catch Dagmar's attention.

Dagmar doesn't seem to notice, her tension serving as blinders.

"true," Marsha says, "But some families are open to meeting folks. And I've already gotten to know some of them. Kerri's rolls make me feel like a terrible cook. Mine clump."

A hand slipping into her pocket, and pulling out... hmm... a roll, gone hard and green around the edges, but still palatable to one who might rip and dunk into weak tea. Other thoughts in his mind apparently, as he hefts the missile between slender fingers, considering.

"I can't bake. Kerri's food is good, though." Hesitates. "Am I in trouble?"

"If you are, it's news to me," Marsha ssays and makes a crosses her heart hopes to die symbol

"Okay." Still wary.

"Why did you think you were in trouble?" Marsha asks, "If you don't mind me being curious?"

Vali walks by, and carrying a piece of paper he's doodling on.

"Why are you talking to me?" Blunt.

His hand dangles the roll, passing it lightly between fingers as he eavesdrops, watching Dagmar's reaction, and tension level.

Sylvi leaves Olgar's side and goes to Colton. "Hey. Sorry. Um...you and Kelly want to come with me to hang out with Leta and her friends for a bit?" She nods to the satyr table.

"I honestly am hoping to get to know you," Marsha says with a nod. "you seem like a nice girl, and I know you face some challenges that make it hard for you to get here. My husband is skilled at Chicanery, and we hope to help you however you need help."

She bristles. "I don't need help."

Kerri whispers to Gerd.

(Repost earlier from Siv to Brekke)

Siv smiles, "Mom, are you giving me permission to flirt with the boys here?"

"Is that what Zane told you? That I'm some kind of charity case?"

((Sorry, missed that.)) Brekke says. "I am. And I will tell your father so, as well."

Siv abruptly hugs her mother

His eyes narrow, and his mouth moves - inaudible, and a smaller smudge of black separates from Symon, and flows down to the ground. The roll is lobbed - not directly -towards- Marsha, exactly, but it thunks against a wall nearby (or tree, or the ground mayhaps, rolling past, if nothing else is at hand).

Marsha pauses, "No, he certainly didn't. and I'm sorry if you think that's what I said. Kith, and kinian, look after other fae as a rule anyway, but this isn't a sense of duty, and it's not pity. I assure you. "