#rivervale_lodge

"Can't wait until I can just go on trods like nothin'..." She starts in the direction of the flickering sense.

Sylvi's quiet as she follows Dagmar's lead, still purpled.

"not all it's chlkedup tobe somedays" Kelby seems to speak mostly in mumbles right now

"Easy to say that when you CAN."

Ired at her trodless nature, Dagmar still manages to get the general direction further on past the gazebo... only to find Klump?

"Klump!" A big grin. "Hi!"

"Hello little one" KLump says with a smile. Yup, he's one of the only non trolls who can call her little one

Sylvi musters a grin and a wave. "Hi, Klump."

"Emmisary" He inclines his head, then nods to Kelby as well "Do trolls turn..purple in the fall?"

"Klump, you've met Sylvi - this is Kelby, she's from the farm."

"Sometimes!"

"Never met a rock man before... uhm.. an honor, I'm not normally this color"

kelby's blush is dying down, mostly because she's amazed at the sight of a glome

Sylvi mutters, "I might stay this color...."

"Klump is a glome." For Kelby. "What are you doing out and about? We're going on an adventure, looking for a... magic thing, yeah?"

"I..." Klump sighs "Have to meet a old acquaintance soon. Do not worry yourself about it though. What is this magic thing you seek?" The glome says "Maybe I have seen it?"

"Yeah. A scepter."

Then a curious look. "An old acquaintance?"

A nod to Sylvi, "A moment. I must think on where I might have sceen a sceptre"

And he sits down and takes a position, fist under his chin

A blink...might it be that easy?

he might resemble a rough hewn version of a certain famous statue

She scratches at a horn. "You think a mountain would be an old acquaintance of a boulder?"

She does a very good job of not laughing as he echoes a famous work of art.

"Maybe an acquaintance, but I don't think he's known our Mountain long enough to call him 'old'."

Kelby looks as the glome is quite still "You think he's gone into hibernation?"

because afew minutes do pass

"Not Frank, but, like, a literal mountain?"

After all the running around, the sudden extended stillness is hard for Sylvi to tolerate. She fidgets.

"Oh. Maybe?"

"Well, he IS a rock."

"There was an attempt at construction , a clearing of the wood many years ago." the glome's voice staarts again, possibly making them want to jump from surprise "I think you should search there" He points. Sylvi, who has lived her all her life, knows exactly what he means! she was just a little kid when an attmept to make a whole new suburb nearby started. Only the musing of the older trolls and political action kept it from going through.

But a building had started, and the forest regrew around it, though the trees there are younger, of course

"Thanks, Klump. I hope you have a good visit with your friend."

"Oh! Oh, I know that spot. The Chieftain was MAD. Come on! Thanks, Klump!"

"thank you." the glome nods "Good search to you"

"You're welcome" And the glome grows still once more

Dagmar follows Sylvi's lead.

Walking along, Kelby observes "he seems very different from Miss Evergreen and the scarecrow, then again I guess it that makes sense, they aren't glomes"

"Oh, the Scarecrow...." she shudders a bit. "I don't like thinking about him. But Miss Evergreen is great."

"...oh, sure..."

"Dagmar, the Scarecrow does prophesies. Really...creepy. You'll go to the farm pretty soon after you're sained, I bet, and you should really see all of it, but just...just think twice before listening to the Scarecrow."

"Yeah, okay." A defensive little shrug.

One can see the start of an outline where a house would have been. A hundred year old oak within spitting distance of it (And said Oak would have to be removed), patches of concrete near some bushes further over there

"Oh, man, this'd be a cool fort..." She surges ahead, checking out the moss-covered concrete.

Hey! Hey now! A realization as Dagmar heads to just the right spot near the moss and concrete.. that bush...well, more like thistle with thorns... there's something in it! Glamour

"I used to play here...but it looks smaller now."

Then she follows Dagmar. "Are you sure? I don't feel anything...."

"There's..something"

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