#rivervale_lodge

"Ah," Her eyes fall on them, "I wondered. You know, mother might be able to remove those scars with effort, or the hearth, if yo uwish it, but... actually you make a fine satyrss. Still very athletic"

She flexes. "Kinda puny. I feel like Gonzales."

A laugh "I think you're still taller than she. I feel like... oh my.. much more confident in some ways, and I keep thinking on how to.. oh my, am I being bossy? I hope not. I'm feeling a bit more authoritative." She is beautiful

A siiigh. "You're so pretty."

"Me, I feel great, actually." She bounces a bit.

That said, Dagmar's own movements have a more... primal, some might even say sensual edge to them. Perhaps not deliberately so, but certainly the way satyrs move, those backwards legs, and that carefree attitude affects her walk

"Thank you for saying so," She is not naturally vain per se, but she enjoys the flattery and oddly feels as if some praise is only natural, "You should take the hoodie off more often I think..."

"Oh, I'm usually way uptight. Ha, no wonder i'm in the uptight house!"

A brilliant smile "We are a bit aren't we? "

She stretches and turns around - getting a good look. "Well, if there's a fuddle, it's really solid."

"Oh, you'd be a Fiona, for sure, not a Gwydion."

"I don't think it is. Mmm. Oh dear, if it's not a fuddle and zane sees us like this, we might break him."

An intersted look "Yes, much to mother's lament, but father and she will let me visit a fiona hold later."

She laughs, merrily. "We should find him!"

"Could call him" She holds up a phone

"Or text"

"Doooo eet."

A wicked spark in the elfin looking lady's eyes, "You are a bad influence, Dagmar the satyress... but a fun one" Text text text and shortly "He's coming over"

"Sweet!" She bounds around the great hall, over furniture - restless!

"Wanna wait outside? It's nice out..."

"I'd tell you not to slide down the stair case of swing from the rafters, but I'd be a hypocrite .. done it myself" she says. At the idea of waiting outside, she frowns, "The hold would be unattended then, what if the locals need our guidance?"

"Then they will look outside. C'mon!" She grabs Siv's hand and tugs.

A... well, not weak by most standards... but utterly normal tug.

"Fine fine... and I feared I Might be too commanding" Siv glides out into the outdoors. And what a great idea this was, at least by satyr standards, sunshine, just enough breeze, the smells of nature

"Oh, it's beautiful!" She declares. If she feels it, she says it - or does it. Right now, she feels like running up to take a leap onto a rock.

Siv watches Dagmar break into a burst of speed and leap up nimbly onto a rock, "Wow, that was... that was amazing! Dagmar, you just flew!"

Not literally, of course.

She spreads out her arms, balancing on the top of the rock. "Totally. Hey, wonder if I could vault this whole thing?"

She hops down and trots back Siv-ward.

"If you get hurt, your father shall be cross with me" It seems that siv the sidhe feels responsible for folks much like a troll would, but in a different way.

It is at that point, when a clop of hooves that are not Dagmar's , approaches.

"I won't get hurt!" She takes off like a bolt, running... leaping.. soaring!

And she almost knocks Zane down as she quite literally leaps before she looks, the two collide with a bump that might inspire a few jokes about goats butting heads. "Hey, I'm walking..." He blinks and looks at her (Wait, are they actually the same height now? Heck, he's taller if you count the horns..males have big horns at least the lucky guys do) "Hey wow, a satyress. Hi.."

He grins, friendly, open and delighted.

"Hi!" A grin and a little hip-cock.

"I'm Zane," he laughs at the bump "Not many of our ktih around here, well, there's my dad. But good to see another daughter of pan."

She laughs. "I know! Sure you don't notice anything?" A playful turn, with.. was that a wiggle?

"I notice a lot" He admits admring "Nice wiggle" not so much a come on as just..flattery ? " But I don't see your name written anywhere so I'm lost there."

Siv the sidhe glides up quietly, but even in silence it's hard not to notice her.

"It's Dagmar. Isn't this a hoot? Some kind of prank. Maybe Eden?" She laughs, and catches him in a quick and easy hug.

"Dags???" He says startled as she hugs him, then he returns it, then "Wow, you look... it is you. I mean, I really have to look for the mortal side to catch on, that and yo utelling me but you look you look great! Wow, that track really helps." Honest appreciation without shame or fear of being called a creep, satyrs can talk to each other. "A prank? Wow.. hell of a prank. Can I touch your horns?"

He seems to be unsure he's not dreaming

"Sure?" She ducks her head, letting him touch

He touches them, only briefly. It's weird on her side. She feels kind of proud of her horns. Why? She's not sure. But there you go

"Oh.. that feels weird.. do it again!"

"Wow, it's real" He grins "I still don't know how though" he pulls his hand back, "I like the coloration on them" he says as she invites him again to touch them, he laughs "Well, trheyr'e actually attached so we feel it when folks pull or what not.." a playful and light pull to demonstrate

"Is this a satyr greeting I was unaware of?" Siv says as she approaches.

"Oh!" Surprised. "You can feel it!"

"well mostly you can feel it attached to your head so like a toenail being pressed you..." He glances over at Siv, and his jaw opens "wow Who are.. wait..." his eyes force themselves to access not just for beauty but "Siv?"

"See, if you'd not told him, he'd never have guessed, Dagmar" Siv fusses lightly at her cousin.