#rivervale_lodge

"I think so, yes. We raced, and then we played in the woods. It was nice, being friends."

"Yes, mother, it is..perhaps much to think it Da'an but i am glad of it"

"That sounds lovely," Brekke says, and it may sound a bit condescending, but that's only because she's a sidhe talking to a satyr.

"Oh, Sylvi is a piskie, " lower tone "So if the silver goes missing.. well, the poor dears can't really help themselves"

"She is? Do her parents know yet?"

"Not yet, we went exploring..."

"Did you? Where to?"

"She's off for an adventure." Eyebrow waggle and innuendo.

"I have not seen Hearth Kerri nor Rover Olgar"

"Oh, we were going to go to Firnost but we got a little diverted in New York before we came back..."

"I suspect she is going to try to give Colton a cookie"

Frank bustles back down. "All unpacked and put a... way." He pauses. "Um."

"Ohhhh, I wonder if THEY got cookied! Hey, where did they go?" She looks about for the plate.

"Frank? Is there a problem?" She notices his hesitation,...and she also notices that Dagmar left some detail out....

"Whhhherrrre?" comes a breathy whisper from...somewhere....

"Ah. No. Who.... Dagmar? And.. SIV?"

(I think?)

"Hey, did you hear something?" Head tilt and she scratches at the base of one curved horn.

From...under the stairs?

"....Hearth Kerri?"

"Ye gads" Siv says setting her bowl down

Frank ... well, he would bristle but as it is he just puffs and puts himself between the ladies and the whisper.

"Are you a sluagh?" She bounces to her hooves and clips over to investigate. "I think Sylvi's Colton-hunting..."

"Oh, my." Brekke blinks at the source of the voice.

"SSSSSssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...." A desperate plea at the pounding of the hooves...then... _ "SSshee...isss sssafe?"_

"She was quite well last I saw her, miss Kerri" Siv says kindly

A wordless sigh, and then....nothing else....

"Uh-huh, we made it back from the subway place with the toilets..."

"Dagmar, Siv... come away." Quietly "Kerri... are you ... well?"

Brekke looks intrigued. "Everwyrd? You visited there? My goodness. That place has been shut for ages, except for the trod hub."

"Oh, sorry." She retreats.

No response from Kerri.

"Uh-huh, to get to Firnost. But we explored around there, instead."

"Good grief."

Siv remains remarkably composed

"We couldn't make it into EverWyrd itself." She shrugs.

Frank glances at Brekke and is transfixed again.

A narrow look down her noble nose at the satyr. "But...you did make it into somewhere...."

"mother, wilders do like their secrets, don't be too harsh on them, I do implore? "

Siv says expressing her loyalty to her friends as a sidhe by petitioning the ruling lady for clemency

"Sluagh like their secrets, Wilders just like to make trouble...." Frank fusses around, bring fresh coffee to everyone.

She catches the look from the boggan and preens a bit at the attention.

"We.. yessss..." She paws at the floor.

A grateful nod at the additional coffee...an interaction so common to them as trolls, but equally natural now.

"Do tell," she prods Dagmar...and it's not a suggestion.

"Well, it wasn't exactly on purpose... there was this thing on the tunnel wall, so we read it, and then there was a train..."

Siv looks intrigued. She herself had not heard all the story

"Well, I mean, we were ON the train, and the doors locked, so we had to wait for the next stop at that point, right?"

But she does look at her dad fondly "Father... we don't make trouble so much as expose it. It's our duty to the dreaming"