#rivervale_lodge

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Sylvi happens upon the cookies when she comes into a briefly-empty Lodge after school. "Ooh...okay, just one," she agrees with the condition of the sign, though usually neither her mother nor Sally Mae leave such notes...maybe it was Tove...? She selects a cookie and takes a bite. Sylvi munches on the cookie.. and my gosh it is delicious, it tastes like her favorite type, whatever that is.

"Mmmmm...snickerdoodles are the absolute best," she announces to noone in particular. But then..."Oh...whoa...what...?"

She glows, perhaps not aware..but she does.

Skin growing like a lava lamp

A dizzy sensation as the Lodge and all it's furniture suddenly shoot up around her...no...not that, exactly, but she's suddenly a good foot-and-a-half shorter than she was. "What?!" She holds up her hands to look at the glow of her skin, but also catches sight of her hair...her utterly silver-white hair. "This is...okay...not quite what I was expecting...." She gives the cookies an accusatory look. "You're a fine bunch of trouble-makers, you are!" A smirk and a wag of her finger.

Her fingers seem even more nimble than before.

She blinks at her fingers. "Ohhh..." she does a little fidgetty gesture with her hands, fingers dancing lightly. "Well, that's not exactly terrible. Still...I suppose if I were going to be responsible, I should just wait this out, see what Mom says about it...." She does head into the kitchen, but nobody seems to be there at the moment. "Ah, well..." She grabs a snack or two to put in her pocket....then another, just in case.

Indeed, from this perspective, things do seem huge, and perhaps that makes the knicknacks and snacks and so on even more interesting

A clatter of hooves in the great hall.

She hears that. "Oh, might be Zane." And she peeps her head out of the kitchen to take a look.

She sees a golden-maned satyr, garbed in green. Her arms are bare and the hoplite skirt exposes a fair amount of furry thigh.

A blink, and she slips out of the kitchen. "Well...hi, there. Don't think I know you. Are you new?"

"Hi! Not new!" She squints. "....Sylvi?"

Besides the long silver hair, she seems to have also acquired a set of tattersall clothes, somewhere between Edwardian and circus performer, in a mixture of fabrics that include a suede vest, a tailored green velvet jacket, and tight striped jeans.

A squinting look in return, and then, "Oh, there's no way that's Dagmar in there...!"

"Sure am!" She laughs. "Cool, isn't it? You had a cookie, too!" She spins, showing off - Sylvi might spot the scars on Dag's arms, pale against her olive complexion. "Zane doesn't think it's a fuddle, but the cookies are totally magic."

"Oh, these things..." She plucks one up to examine at arm's length. "I've seen 'em before, at Firnost. Didn't recognize them, though. Who the heck would have put those here!" She sighs and shakes her head, and slips the cookie into her vest pocket. "Wreak a lot of havoc at Firnost, though, but usually the fun kind, from what I recall. Huh...hey, I haven't been in ages. Wanna go?"

If she notices the scars, she hasn't said anything.

"OH! I haven't been yet! Yes, let's go!"

"Siv's off seeing her boyfriend..."

"Excellent! Let's!" And she grabs the satyr's hand and heads for the door. "What'd Siv get? If she's seeing her boyfriend...huh...did she get satyr, too?"

"Noooo. Sidhe. Nadeen's a satyr, too! We raced!"

Sylvi stops and tilts her head in a funny way to calculate that. "Siv's a sidhe, and the sidhe's a satyr? Okay, I kind of want to see that...but where's Nadeen now?"

Dagmar laughs. "Off with Zane, having fun."

"Ha! Two satyrs...I can only imagine what they're going to get up to!" She goes back to heading for the trods, not the bridge but the familiar one that starts the path to Firnost.

She hops from hoof to hoof. "I haven't been yet! This is awesome!"

"Zane's a boggan, everything's totally topsy turvy. Hey, can I touch your hair? It's pretty."

"Yup! Oh, hey, Dad told you about trod-ding, right? Basic rules?"

"A boggan?! Oh, wow!"

"Uh-huh. He took me all over. Trees are jerks, stay on the silver."

"Oh, sure!" regarding the hair.

"Oh, yeah, some trees are just so mean."

"Not you guys!" she amends to the Rivervale trees. "You guys are great!"

"Oh! Quick, c'mon!" She grabs Dagmar's hand again, and makes a dash for the trod. "And they're off..."

Dagmar runs!

A trot, a canter, a gallop that seems so free!

And a few moment's later, the piskey daughter of the Rover has swooped them onto the trod that goes to Everwyrd, and from there...the BATHROOM trod!

"OH, GROSS!" A pause. "And hilarious!"

"...I think I was here before, during my lesson..."

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