#rivervale_lodge

She folds her arms across her chest, face set in a silent scowl.

The varch's hand went to the hilt of her blade and she backs away

"NO." A sharp look at the varich and her sword.

"I am not drawing it, I'm not even letting it sing." Nadeen says "I just don't trust..." a sigh "Well, it's obvious what I don't trust"

"Symon's my friend. You don't get to hurt him."

"his eyes were glowing weird. IT could have been an attack"

He whispers, absently, as though too focused to notice the brewing argument. “Healed clean through... not enough time for any rot to set in... that branch up and to the left though, it’s dead. Maybe.... lightning struck, or just too heavy... it might fall on the path if not lopped someday.” The unearthly light fading.

Brekke looks at Nadeen a long moment. "I understand."

A nod to Symon. "If you agree, I may send you up with a saw to care for that limb, someday soon."

The sidhe seems surprised at the idea that the chief understands, perhaps having aquestion she is quelling

He steps back, rubbing his hands off on his pant legs. “You know these trees. You healed it real good.” a touch of envy perhaps at her skill. A glance to Dagmar... “with help.”

A sigh. "Symon, you are a tested and trusted part of Rivervale, so understand that I do not speak of you in this...but there are members of your kith that I do distrust. That is not because of their kith alone, but because of their actions." Then to Nadeen, "You will not harm Symon. Your caution is understood, but the threat is unwelcome."

"Baroness, I must protest this slander. I have not harmed Symon in all this time. I've never even drawn my weapon"

He shrugs slightly at the chieftain’s comment, not meeting her gaze.

"Liar! You made it do SOMETHING!"

"OH? The song? Yes, only sluagh can hear that true, but it doesn't do any real harm..." Baffled at such fuss

“It’s getting late.” And loud, his pained expression doesn’t say. “I better get home. Uh. Sure, I’ll climb up later.” And he starts away towards the path.

"Dagmar..." A gesture for the girl to quiet. A frown, to Nadeen. "Your blade does not appear to need to be drawn to harm."

Her shoulders sag. "Sorry, Sy..."

A sigh. "Symon, if I offended, it was not my intent. I apologize."

"But doesn't harm, it just makes it so they have trouble accomplishing tasks... baroness. This blade has been in my family for...well, ever"

The mouth of the blade , that design, is currently closed

“Can’t be offended by the truth.” He replies.

A frown... "Wait...Symon...please explain what the blade's true effect is, as you know it?"

Then an eyebrow at his comment. "I disagree."

She gets a focused, concentrating look as he responds about the blade.

She rubs at her nose, briefly, and refolds her arms.

He hesitates, then raises a hand to press fingers against his forehead. “It’s like, a jackhammer, or... or, fingernails on a chalkboard, and a high pitched noise- um. What’s the thing in shop class? A lathe? All going at once, and it feels like my brain will leak out the ears. Can’t think straight, and I bet Excedrin Migraine wouldn’t touch it.” He doesn’t look at Nadeen, but does glare at a particularly offensive spot on the path.

Nadeen looks at her sword with new appreciation. neat

Brekke nods. "Powerful effects. Perhaps not lasting damage, but..." she looks to Nadeen "I would count them as assault, Lady."

She shoots a new glare at the varich, and interposes herself between the sidhe and the sluagh.

“And it’s... wailing. In a language I don’t know. Probably nothing polite.” A scowl.

"I was told to use it whenver a sluagh was around so they'd not succeed at their... well, their devious plans against one" A sudden sad look at something "I don't remember who said that. Was it father?"

"There was a sluagh that wanted you, but he's dead."

"Well, I am glad he is ..defeated" Choosing her words cautiously

"It sounds like somebody who was trying to protect you against the unknown." A reflective expression.

“A specific unknown.” He mutters, under his breath even for a whisper.

"He was defeated by several, including Dagmar." Brekke mercifully does not name Symon in the effort.

"I thank those involved" A bit glumly said but it is sincere

"That's why bug guy tried to kill me. Her. Right?"

"It seems likely. But now that he is defeated, that blade's special qualities would best be used very, very sparingly."

"I will... put it on a mantle when I enter the lodge?"

Probably meant as a statement, but it turned into a question

"So then... then she doesn't need protection."

A nod of agreement at Nadeen's plan.

"Dagmar, all fae need protection, at one time or another. Even you and I."

"I trust no one will touch it or harm it? "

Protective of her blade

A look at that question...but she nods. "If any tries, there will be consequences."

"thank you, baroness" said softly