#rivervale_lodge

"I swear, Jimmy never seemed this... um... exuberant?"

"Well, she is still Sylvi, and Slyvi has always been almost as clever as she thinks she is" Siv observes

"Well said," Brekke says to Siv, amused still.

"Well, she wanted to have fun. I don't blame her, fun is good.." And unspoken 'but' there.

"However," she adds, "there is no call for her to abscond with your vehicle."

Another look to Dagmar. "Dame, there is yet a truth you are not speaking."

She frowns. "Don't ask me, Baroness. Please?"

"oh mother, take pity" Siv says as the satyr seems distressed

"Hmm..." Brekke looks from the satyr to her daughter...and then relents. "As you'll have it, daughter, and well enough."

"Thank you, Baroness. Sylvi is my friend."

"Thank you, mother" Siv says

Then a smile to Frank. "Well done, my Heart, at having the Rover on his way. I think retrieving the girl will do much. Tell me, does she make a fetching Piskey?"

Frank fusses but does not demand, following the Baroness. "Y...yes. My, my, Alaska." Familiar words in a strange tongue....

Siv touches her forehead "Oh I do feel odd."

"She does. Silver hair, big eyes."

"Siv?" Concern, she touches her daughter's forehead. "Are you ill?"

"Oh!" Alarm.

"I don't .. i mean.. a bit dizzy..." And suddenly she grows, her skin shifting blue..her features shift, growing coarse and unrefined, oh well not truly, but less elegant as she goes from aesthetic perfection to girl next door with a sailor twist

Frank fusses over. "Sit down, right now..." He shoves a stool under her.

Some sudden rearrangement of who is sitting where, and the Baroness regards her much larger daughter with a tender expression. "Well..there's that, then."

She sits and then blinks looking at her hands "Ohoo.. back to me normal sized mits. So much for dainty shoes I bet" A blush "I'm fine da" She hugs him

"Love you, Siv." says tiny daddy.

"...You feel okay, cuz?"

"I do.. surpised you'r not back already, Dagmar..." Then a look to her mother "Wow. Mum, you..well, you were always lovely to us, but you certainly shine this way"

A loving smile. "Well, thank you, Siv. You made a lovely sidhe, yourself...but I'm glad you are comfortable as you are."

"Well, probably soon, then..."

A bump, and a sudden scrabbling sound....

...which continues into a squeaking sort of noise back by the phone closet...

"Oh dear"

...and suddenly Kerri -- looking disheveled, but also looking all troll -- stumbles out of the phone closet. "That..." she pants "...was just a bit too close."

"Oh, you're safe!" The satyr bolts over. It seems like she's on a mission to give everyone she cares about a hug while she's in satyr form.

"Ahhhw we didn't get ot see you"

A surprised "oof!" and then a proper aunt-hug.

And then Dagmar feels a bit dizzy

"No, you didn't," she confirms. "And it's a good thing, too." She actually shudders a bit. "You didn't get to smell me, either."

"Mmph." A squint and she holds on to steady herself.

"And there she goes," the baroness observes. "We do seem rather late to the party, my Heart." she comments to Frank.

"Mum, ikf you and dad want to go somewhere to ah talk.. I can stand guard over the bale" Siv says

Kerri keeps hold on Dagmar, though gently, as she shifts. Then a soft, "You okay?"

Dagmar turns purple, self-consciously stepping back. "Uh. Sorry." She frowns and tugs at her t-shirt sleeves... her hoodie misplaced.

"For what?" Kerri gives her a gentle grin, and she doesn't completely let go right away, leaving her hands resting on the girl's shoulders. If she notices the scars, she doesn't mention.

"Welcome back to the land of the giants, Dagmar"