#rivervale_lodge

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Frank's lessons with his apprentice have gone slowly, so much to do, but as the boy just heads back to the farm, they're not too time consuming.

Then there is his younger daughter, who has been out and a bout A LOT

Hmmphm Frank goes looking, rousted out of the Lodge and into the Barony.

Fortunately his daughter does have that GPS thing. So finding her is not that hard. She's at Teaneck.

Frank, might have growled, might have huffed... but now, he does not.

He does, however, wait up on the porch.

The Porch of Teaneack hold, or the porch of the lodge?

The Lodge.

His daughter returns an hour later, coming in looking rather happy, huming a song.

Frank clears his throat. "Hey."

"Hey, Da" A smile on her face. So expressive and open, a different difference between her and her more stoic family.

"Everything ok?"

"Few bruises, " She rubs at her arms "Bancroft can be rough" There's a bruise there all right

Frank stands. "What?" He's moving on toward the Trods.

"What? What what ? I just..." Realization, and she grabs her father's arm "Sparring, dad! We were sparring! you know, weapon training! Not just him and I either. There was a Fiona and an Eshu. It was sparring!"

Frank drags on a moment, then stop. "Sparring?"

"YES." She says a bit alarmed "I clocked him in return more than once... you and ma and the others have been busy here so I've been practicing at Teaneck"

Frank turns to her, looking. "Truth?"

At that she looks offended, "Yeeess... truth" A fuss "You can ask if you don't trust me. Baron K knows."

"I trust you." Calm.

"Good." she says still a bit ruffled, "Da, he feels worse about the blows he lands on me than I do the ones I ding him with, and as a troll I hit hard."

"Hmph. Good for him."

"He's a good guy, dad" She reminds "And not like most sidhe at all"