#rivervale_lodge

While the girls have left, at the hold, Dirk comes in, with Beltaine over, he's his sensible like cool self again.

"Only one? AH..no habloo engls.." HE says, but does snatch just one cookie

And pops it into his mouth chew chew GULP

"DAMN.. that was good"

He ponders grabbing another but looks around "Where is everyone?"

Unaware that he is glowing... brightest among the mouth

He blinks, eyes bulging . Dirk is not the smartest redcap, but he isnot entirely blind and as he reaches out a hand for another cookie, he gasps as it is not only glowing, but looking webbed... "What the Gnarlyfotep?"

His skin shifts from the mottled gray of a redcap to a greenish hue. He has a fair response "CHIPS!" Wait, he meant to yell shit!

The fierce and fightening mouth is still large, but sunken a bit, not nearly as threatening, the young man looks for a reflective surface and begins to rant as he realizes he's been turned into a Pooka and lets lose a stream of curses as he stands there on flipper like feet, "Hello my honey! Hello my baby, send me a kiss by wire...baby my heart's on fire!"

Okay, it wasn't cussing

An irritated look crosses his features, and he sits on his haunches which seems comfy to do, and grumbles "Stupid cartoons- knee deep"

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A rumbleroar in the parking lot, and some time later the crunch of gravel leading up to the door of the Lodge.... Frank shoulders the door open with care and steps inside. He toes his boots off at the door and leaves them to the side, and eases his over-the-road pack off and to the side with a homecoming sigh.

As Frank comes in, he sees a plate of cookies

A few moments later, Brekke also enters the Lodge, grinning slightly on seeing him. "I heard the Rig," she explains unnecessarily as she goes to fix them two cups of coffee. "Welcome home, my Heart."

"My Alaska." He embraces her in their solitude, briefly, and takes the coffee. "Everything ok here? Kerri's been at work, I see."

"Has she? Ah." She notes the cookies, and the note as well. "Hm. Usually she makes more than enough. Well...it looks as though others have had some. Shall we?"

"I skipped all the motels on the way to make better time. So I'm low on cookies." Seriously.

Brekke gives him a serious look. "How long since you have slept?"

"Brekke, I don't mess around with safety. I got 7 hours on the last stop, solid. I set up the tube tent outside so I could stretch out."

"Hm." A bit of amusement. "The cocoon."

"My feet stick out, but I can stretch out. And I can go to the Rig if it's bad weather."

"But, it's good to be home." He eyes the plate.

"It is good to have you home," she agrees, and hands him a cookie to go with his coffee, taking one for herself. "How was the run?"

He nods, sips, and munches. "Average. Straight in, turn around, almost straight back.

As he munches, He notices this is a DELICOUS cookie

his favorite style

"Oh, Chocolate chip. I owe Kerri." He grins under the beard, a flash of youth.

"Mm." Brekke concurs, as they share a favorite cookie type. "New recipe, I think. Hers are always very good, but this is...." A blink. "Wait..."

They are both glowing... softly at first, but getting brighter

"BREKKE?" Urgent.

"Frank..." Brekke sounds alarmed...and she's becoming smaller.

A few more moments resolve themselves...and there she is, the Baroness of Rivervale, pale and fair and radiant, her hair a crown of intricate braids, and her delicate ears curving back from her high cheekbones. She wears glorious green and gold robes, elegantly trimmed and tailored.

It goes beyond skin deep. Brekke feels..different... oh she wants to protect her people, but to rule seems natural and right. It is a certainty of her very soul, she is the chosen inheritor of the Tuatha

A deep inhale, a sudden revelation.... this is what it is, to know beyond doubt...how could I not have seen?

Frank..... shrinks. Well, he would; nothing is as large as a grump troll, after all. But this is... significant. He shrinks, and shrinks smaller. Compacted. He gazes up from a plump form through magnificent.... eyebrows.... at Brekke. "My Lady." Breathed reverently.

THis might be very confusing... but one thing offers welcome anchor... the kestrel remains

She blinks down at him, startled. "My...my Heart..." A puzzled look. "What..." Then a sigh as she looks at the plate of cookies. "Oh. Drat."

"No no no no no...." He bustles and takes the plate of cookies AWAY. "NO....."

"Agreed, and thank you." She looks about at her freehold, her balefire...and smiles. "Oh, this is lovely."

He hustles back out and goes to her. "Are you okay?"

"Of course I am. I am...exactly what this place needs, aren't I? Exactly what such a lovely balefire deserves...." she reaches out to the flames, a greeting, a loving caress.

"Yes.... you are." He is caught between mesmerized and the imperatives of his new kith. To HELP..... which is not actually that different from his ground state.

She turns a gentle smile on him. "And you...oh, what an ironic change, don't you think?" She laughs, and it's an incredibly sweet sound.

Helping grounds out and he is utterly mesmerized. "Yes'm."

She reaches to touch his cheek. "Such a help."

the door opens and a sidhe enters, majestic wilder with a natural grace beyond her normal nimble nature

She's accompanied by a golden satyr - dark blonde curls, tan skin, amber eyes, honey-colored fleece - wearing brief emerald chiton.

The sidhe baroness straightens and regards the new arrivals. "And whom do I see here? Is that...oh, my...Siv? Really? And Dagmar...oh, what changes!"

The satyress is taken aback. "Chief!?"