#rivervale_lodge

And as the sun clears the tops of the trees, probably close to 8:30, various sleepers blink awake under there blankets.

Dagmar finds herself, not where she expected to be. She's..in bed.

Frank scratches his very shaggy bed-head.

Brekke is still there, in her chair, dozing slightly but not completely asleep.

Symon jolts awake with a start - blinking in surprise, not having realized he ever fell asleep. Quickly he pops out his phone and flicks to the selfie setting to spy his face... clean and clear. Well, smudged from the ground he snoozed on and with unfortunate acne... but without artwork added. Score! He edges away from the other wildlings, snickering a bit at Sylvi and Colton's additions.

With a deep breath, Frank sits up and looks around, checking the firepit first.

A hand on Frank's shoulder, and Brekke says, "All is well."

"I fell asleep? Oh no, I fell asleep" Vali gets up and can be heard muttering "Let's check the damage"

Sylvi grumbles a little bit and turns over, trying for a comfortable position...and rolls into Colton. She blinks a bit...then grins at his facepaint.

"Mmm?" A sleepy smile at his TrueHeart. "You made it?"

"mmm? " Colton's eyes open, and he smiles "Hi Princess... I.. " A blink, "What's that about my.." His hand goes down to his chastity belt. He turns purple

"I did." Brekke nods. "I let Olgar retreat just before sun-up. I am a kind despot."

"Princess? Oh, don't tell me..." Sylvi reaches to her head...and feels both the tiara and the oversized princess dress at the same time. "Cute, dad."

Then Sylvi follows Colton's gaze and spots... "What is that??"

"Mm." A pleased sound, the lamb-hat now at a rakish angle thanks to the scratching. "I should probably get you tucked in, then."

"It's a chastity belt" Colton says in a tone of one resigned to a term in Taturerus.

"Oh, wow...my dad is an evil, evil man," Sylvi says with just a bit of admiration. "Can you get out of it?"

Vali has found a reflective source "Damn. I think I would date me."

Colton says "If i have to, I will get a crowbar" Rather firmly, "And yees, your dad is...is..he's mean."

"I am fine," Brekke assures him. "But...if you feel like assisting, you are welcome to do so." A bemused grin at his lopsided lamb cap.

"Hm, he'd say 'you ain't seen mean yet' or something like that."

Frank looks around again, noting the various indignities with a chuckle.

Colton looks at her, "You would know, Rugmonster" Smirk

He scratches his head again, and frowns.

A snort, a choke and a sputter.. Siv wakes up "I think I think I inhaled grass"

"Hey!" Sylvi frowns. "You don't get to...wait..." She yanks the tiara off her head and reads it, then sighs in exasperation. "Perfect."

Staggering into view with only a sheet about her body, and clearly NOT ccoming from the lodge is Sally Mae DeBuke. Her hair iss mused, but she has all the dignity she can muster

Those who kept track last night, may recall that she was the one who tried to keep the Wayburton family entertained, so the Chief wouldn't have to deal with satyrs for too long.

Symon snickers from an aside point, watching with amusement - his own piece of flair unnoticed as of yet.

Matthais still slumbers, snoring a MIGHTY SNORE, but looks much better than the night before, as though the flowers and decoration themselves are helping bolster his aging spirit.

Connor yawns, and stretches - back upward, forward, almost like doing Yoga - turns three times, then sits up. "Is it time for Dinner already?" His voice pops up, hopefully.

Frank chuckles at Siv, and then pulls the hat off with a chagrined expression. "Great... never going to live that down."

Brekke blinks. "Sally Mae? Are you...hurt?"

Colton laughs, "I'm starting to see that you get your deviousness from both sides" He does look at Sylvi admiringly though "I think the tiara looks nice on you. May not be yoru style, but it looks nice"

"That's not the word I'd use, thankk you, no CHieftain. Pardon, I'll go shower and get started on breakfast. It'll be a bit late.

Frank boggles at Sally Mae, then looks away.

"Take your time." Brekke says. "I think there are enough leftovers here to keep people from starving."

Sylvi grins...and she's probably blushing behind the skull design facepaint.

Connor's gaze flicks from Sallie Mae (who said a magic word) and Matthias, but eventually he moves over to settle next to the slumbering troll's cot - sitting cross legged at the foot of the bed, tail curled around onto his lap.

"I think Sy got us good" Colton adds "SKulls are a least kind of metal"

Frank clears his throat, then finds the choker and pulls that off with a groan.

"I've got skull paint, too? So do you."

"Where is Sy, anyway?" Sylvi looks around.

He was there all along... but he does tend to fade into the background. A small wave to catch her attention. "I didn't even fall asleep." He remarks.

Vali, wearing make up, glances at Connor "Don't worry , Connor, Bacon on it's way"

Sylvi waves back...then smirks. "No? So, how long have you been a Belieber?"

Now that gets a tail wag, and after a moment he remembers manners. "Thanks, ma'am." To Vali.

Vali chuckles, "Thato ne may stick. Yikes"

Now Colton seees what Sylvi is talking bout, and breaks out in laugh

Symon gives her a blank look, then follows her gaze - and his face flushes purple with sudden embarrassment." Uh, it's.... ironic?" He attempts, though with an expression that shows he knows it's futile... and a hint of a grin. "Fool me once... I'll give you Trolls this one."

Sylvi sits up more and looks around. "Sir Vali, you look glam-tastic."

Frank stands and folds up his blanket before giving Brekke a kiss good morning.