#rivervale_lodge

It's the most breath taking thing either have seen, and had they not had a certain encounter neither fully remembers they'd find it very hard to take any action but worship. Instead, they may act, even if they feel...strong things

Dagmar stares, confused.

Sylvi gasps deeply, staring...then she realizes what's happening. "Oh! Um...Tanya! You...Your Mom need you, there!" Then she hisses to Dagmar. "She's going to steal Tanya! What did you do?!"

"I didn't... I don't know... I didn't..."

Tanya starts to walk to her mom, the beutiful sidhe soul flows out towards Tanya reaching

Dagmar backs up, eyes wide.

Sylvi bites her lip, then tries to get between the soul and Tanya. She shakes her head, 'No'...but it might not be particularly forceful in the face of this.

"Hey mom I..." And thee's a flash of light as bright as the sun!

Dagmar shields her eyes.

Sylvi flinches.

The soul that was Tanya Brown is pushed aside as if it were a tide pool being displaced by a great wave of the ocean! the Sidhe soul has slipped on her skin like a goddess trying on a leather and fur top! Sylvi has never heard of a sidhe speaking to someone before it arrives, but she has heard of the body jacking of the Arcadians. Some Sidhe claim the mortal souls go to better places, or even that the trade is willing. Some say they tried to take the body of the wicked so to save others and do the least harm and they couldn't stop their exile. This... this is her first time seeing this process and she's pretty sure permission wasn't asked or granted.

Dagmar stares - horrified, slack-shouldered and wide-eyed.

Sylvi stands, stunned and vaguely sick. Oh, this is so much worse than the helpless loss of independence she remembers from Samhain. So much worse.

Tanya was quite pretty before, beautiful perhaps, now? There is no question, she is beyond a vision! to enchanted eyes her hair flies about as if moved by an obedient and attentive breeze. Her skin seems to have a radiance , strongest in her flashing eyes. There is a sword at her hip with a strange mouth like symbol of the hilt. Her outfit otherwise like a noble woman of old Rus unafraid to go on a hunt with the men.

She is glorious!

(Pause scene)

Frank, however, may look up to the sky and see flying over the Bergen woods...

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Jaymes is waiting outside the Lodge

Dagmar-the-armored breaks into a run when she sees him, crashing against his side and hiding her face.

"Hey" He says surprised but... trying to do things right "I'm here. I'm here. " What would Frank say? "You want to talk about it?"

"She stole Tanya. And she... I don't know... she.. I hate her..." A hiccup... is.. is Dagmar crying?

Jaymes doesn't even know who this sidhe is, and already he hates her guts. "She sounds like a bitch." Simply stated, "You wanna go further back to avoid the crowd? up to you"

"She stole Tanya. At school. And then she... she knew my name and made up all this stuff..." Another hiccup. Yes. Crying hard.

He guides her gently to out of view but not once does he chastise her for crying, nor does he tell her to suck it up. he finds a bench and , unless she objects, they end up on it. ...and he holds her, "Okay. Tell me more when you feel ready."

(turns out to be a while)

((Sorry, workthing))

"I... I wanna take this off." She fumbles with the unfamiliar armor, tugging at points and buckles and laces. "She... I heard her. In my head. Talking about people like they were... were dolls, or furniture, somethin'..."

"THat's..different" He says surprised, "The talking in the head... normally it's more like crashing. Here, let me show you how to remove armor"

He takes the sash off first, before showing her we here the pieces are fit together so she can learn how to remove things easiest

"She saw Tanya and just.. she just STOLE her." Flinging armor to the ground.

"She wouldn't stop or give her back."

"She kicked the mortal soul out and slid on in," He nods "That's how most sidhe do it. Not all of em, and some were exiled and some claim to have returned to save us and it's a mess to sort" Jaymes nods "But you say she was ...hovering around you, kind of, before she had a body, looking at folks like they were a new pair of shoes to try on? Never heard of that one. Sounds creepy as fuck." Jaymes has tried to cut down on bad language around her. Today, it seems to fit

Dis-armored, Dagmar plunks down to sit by Jaymes. "She said I was hers. And her father's. Her servant."

"Bullshit" Jaymes says "Or maybe it WAS that way, but it doesn't have to be now" He puts his jacket around her shoulders. "Her servant got abandoned here in midgard a long time ago while her hoity toity family pranced on up to Arcadia, often closing roads behind them. You don't owe her anything anymore as far as I'm concerned"

A hiccup and a nod. "But later, when... we were fighting, and I felt real sick... and worse sick when I wanted to smash her face in for hurting Symon. Sick and weak, like, weaker than Sam..."

He frowns at that, then says "must have been scary"

She nods. "I hate her. Tanya didn't deserve to be... be unmade, or stolen, or whatever it is. It feels like she died, and this stranger is acting all mad that I don't like it..."

"And she.... she can't take me, can she? I can't Oath yet, I'm not Sained. I haven't taken any oaths."

"She said I was oathed, that I did it before."

"And that stuff came - with her, it came with her..." a gesture at the armor.

He lowers his head, his brow knits

"...it was just, like... there.."

"First. And most important, I won't let her take you away from me. Second. It sounds like you gave an oath to be her guardian, not her lackey....only it wasn't the you, it was way back when we were all in Arcadia or there abouts and the Dreaming and the Autumn world were one."

"Sometimes, oaths given in a past life are so strong, they have influence in later ones."

"No..." Disconsolate.

"Remember how I said the sam half was important ? " He says

She nods.