#rivervale_lodge

Two days after the cold iron retrieval job, Siv enters the hold with an injury, and a smile.

The gash on her side is shallow but long, and it does bleed a bit. She keeps an arm along it so she doesn't drip on the floor, and goes looking for the medical supplies.

It's not hard to find them, and a soft intake of breath at the alcohol rub as she cleans it, then the bandage wrap, and soon her shirt is back on.

Not that there was anyone around to see it

Still, Siv is in a damn good mood.

"I had an adventure" And she kicks her heels up and rests by the balefire. Her wound no longer visible

And she closes her eyes.

A phone rings in Rivervale

"I GOT IT" a holler from homework land.

Any excuse for a distraction. "Hello?"

"Hello" the voice says "is Mister or Mrs King there please?"

"I'll check. Who's calling?"

"This is Mrs. Turnbuck from the High School. "

Oh crap, it's the high school secretary

She frowns. "Okay, one second..."

Siv stretches from her spot "Hey, what's up?"

"Your mom home?"

"Not sure..." She says "I can check" Siv pops up

Siv pokes out "Mom? Someone on the phone wants a Mrs. King" She calls out Garden direction

"She's coming. Hold on a sec."

"A moment." Brekke calls back, and then she is entering the Lodge and going to relieve Dagmar of the phone, giving her a nod. "Hello?" into the telephone. "This is Brekke King." She honestly uses Dierks-King more often, but the simplicity of convention is less confusing to mortals.

Dagmar goes back to homework.. well, the table - but it's close enough to listen.

"Yes, Mrs King, this is in regard to your daughter, Siv?"

A pause. "Yes?"

She turns to look at Siv, almost subconsciously.

Siv suddenly feels nervous for some reason

"Dagmar?" Siv asks "WHO exactly called?"

Meanwhile on the phone "Your daughter Siv skipped several periods today, we wanted to know if there was a medical or family situation to explain her recent bouts of absenteesm?"

"Mrs. Turnbuck?"

Siv blanches and tries to slide unnnnder the homework table

"Mm." Brekke frowns, but merely says, "I may have overlooked providing records of appointments. Please give me the dates and times, and I will provide what I can. She will be responsible for the rest." And it may be manipulative, but she allows a bit more of her original accent to creep back in. Somehow a European accent tends to generate cooperation.

Dagmar peers under the table. "Siv... "

"Well, let's see, four hours missed today... then last week... there were two days that... " Soon hours and dates are collected.

Siv says "Dagmar... is it dishonorable to evade a dark doom?"

Whispered

Brekke makes noises of understanding as she takes notes on a pad with a pencil that is almost comically small in her hand. "And that is all of them?"

"You gotta skip smart, Siv..."

"Yes, four days but all in May.. now this is unusual for her previous work so we ARE curious if there is some recent family tragedy or medical situation we were not appraised of."

"Not like I always had a choice" Siv says in a whisper "And I'll assume your comment means I'm allowed to slink out with better part of valor. Later.."

"Well, yeah... Beltaine and cookies..."

"There are some personal family matters, yes, but we are aware of them. I am very sorry that we did not contact the school in a more timely fashion. Does this impact her ability to pass her courses for the year?" Another look at the crown of Siv's horns where they still poke up over the edge of the table.

A clearing of her throat as Siv looks like she's about to make a break for it. She points at the girl and then points to a chair.

Siv winces and comes out. How does her mom KNOW what she's thinking?

"Fortunately her missed work always seems caught up on... she has missed one quiz and a three page report in her language class" Turnbuck continues . She has indeed grown more attentive to the accent.

Siv takes the chair and winces. All that bending and kneeling may have aggrivated something.

"Uhg. Rich schools are the worst. Nebby old busy-bodies."

Brekke is watching Siv like a hawk, now, and notes the wince. "Yes. I am glad she has been responsible with the work, at least somewhat. I will speak to her about the report. Can she make up the quiz tomorrow?"

"I'll have to check with the teacher on that, and should have an answer for you by morning. We seem to be missing email contact info.. that could be an update error on our part. Can I have that again?"

Siv looks at Dagmar "I know dad loves mortals, but they do not get kithain needs"

"Yeah, I know."