#rivervale_lodge

"Aa...aa..Adam. Hi. Why aren't you blue?"

"Well, sometimes folks imagine blue tinges... I'm kinian...that is, fae blooded, instead of Kithian or a changeling, which is to say having a fae soul. In my case the bloodline is troll... happens a lot in my family, you? I'm guessing sidhe. Somewhere in your family, there was a changeling.. you have some of his or her blood in your veins. It makes you different from your average son of Adam..." a pause 'Adam" She says "Some of us even have powers or gifts."

Another blink; he's clearly -trying- to learn.

"I have the power of biscuit summoning." Connor pipes in, though it sound more like "puwah ub bibkit subboming." GULP "Mmmmmm. It's the most powerful in the land."

A smile at Connor, "Connor here is a kithain, he's a pooka. Playful guys, prank you maybe but most are nice...and Connor is a wonderful boy." Sally Mae says, "Now you and i are more resistant to banality... oh have you heard about banality?"

"I think he's gonna drown with too much information." She checks the book - maybe it has a kinain equivalent?

The Unbelieving.... or something like that...

"The Unbelieving, Adam." Helpy!

"I'm a GOOD dog." He nods in agreement, and presses a fresh biscuit in Adam's hand. Then, he steps aside and cups hands around his mouth, and yell-howls, "AWOOOOOOO OOOO OOOO, CHIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEF!"

"...this book is REALLY complete, shit. I coulda skipped like months of fledge-lessons..."

"And it happened on my watch... publishing violations." Siv frowns

"Is he.... ok?" About Connor. "The Unbelieving, people who can't see any of.... this?" He waves a hand around the Lodge and then discovers the biscuit there.

"Unbelief is part of it but it's also a crushing of imagination, the betrayal of wonder, Banality is the winter that never ends and never lets anything go it's... horrible" Sally Mae says "It buries or even destroys half a soul. And even for Kinain it robs of creativity and more"

The door swings open, so Adam had better been ushered further into the Lodge or he's likely to get bowled over by a Chieftain answering a summons. Brekke strides in, hand on the axe at her hip, looking around sharply for the source of the disturbance. "What has happened?"

"Chief! We found a kinain!"

Adam does indeed scoot out of the way, turns....looks....... up.......

Jaw drop.

"Chief! I found a biscuit!"

"A kinain?" Brekke turns and spots the new face in the group and looks measuringly at him from her great height. A long pause, then a nod. "Welcome."

Siv is wearing a bikini "We were by the lake. Chimerical Crab. He saw it without enchantment. And...it couldn't touch him. Yet he saw US... and later I enchanted him so things can be felt and... well, we're not sure of the details but apparently some yahoo has written a gaming book out to out us"

"Adam, this is our Chieftain" Sally Mae says

Brekke frowns, though whether it's more in response to Siv's story or her bikini is hard to say.

Nadeen is also wearing a swimsuit, Zane is in trunks

Another narrow look at the boy. "Adam? Interesting."

"Seriously, all the kiths. The "giant" looks just like you..." She flips back to show Brekke the illustration.

Sally Mae gives Connor a soft hug "I'll get you another bicuit soon."

Adam is bare-chested and in swimming trunks.

Caucasian male. Auburn-brown, short, curly hair, green eyes flecked lightly with gold. Tall with angular features.

Dagmar is wearing the most clothes of all of them - long-sleeved rash guard, baggy boy's trunks.

Brekke gives Siv a put-a-robe-on look (as the others who are in swimsuits are not HER daughter), but then takes a look at the picture Dagmar is showing her.

It really does, maybe a younger her...but yes.

The Silverhand is missing though

It appears to be a Gaming book titled Faerie: The Wondering or some such.

Connor is circling around Adam, his tail wagging in tentative interest. Now that Brekke is here, his wariness is gone. Chief is in charge. "He smells like Rivendell." He reports with a wag.

A frown. She looks to Adam for a moment before saying, "This must be confusing for you. I have questions about this..." she indicates the book "...but first...come and sit and eat. I would hear more about what has happened. You said a giant crab, Siv? It is dead now?"

"Dagmar cracked it wide open. If you don't mind, mother, I'd like to change..." as if her mother's stare hadn't already told her to.

Adam looks at Siv for reassurance. Well, among other things. "Wait, you're leaving?"

"Everybody...take a seat and we will speak together." She heads for her chair by the balefire, book still in hand. A nod to Siv. "Yes, good idea, Siv."

"She will be back," Brekke assures Adam...though it may sound like she's also setting a limit.

"I'll be right back, Adam. My mother is the most honorable woman alive. Just follow her lead and you're in the best hands in the world." Siv says, but as she turns to go she frowns. She's not happy with something, and it's not her mom.

And up the stairs she moves.

A belated, distracted nod to Connor. "Yes, sidhe-kin. I think you are right."

Connor vanishes for a moment, and returns, carefully juggling a large pitcher of lemonade from the fridge, and a stack of the 'Connor Cups', plastic cups brought in especially for him after one-two-three too many broken glasses. "I brought the crab juice!"

"Well, the book didn't get everything right... pretty sure wights are sluagh, and the chick in the drawing has white hair and red eyes. Maybe he thought albinos were scarier than goths?"

A flicker of a grin at Siv's endorsement as she settles in her chair.

A sharp glance at Dagmar, and she flips to the page on wights.

Adam stays in place, unsure.

"Adam...please come and sit." Brekke's voice is firm.

Connor gives him a small nudge, towards the chair Brekke indicated. "Sit, stay." He is weird looking... but, friendly! And a little less intimidating than the chief.

He obeys, although he has to climb into a chair and it's awkward.

Dagmar claims a spot - not sitting, but lurking behind with Flyswatter in hand... a sort of low-key guard position.