#rivervale_lodge

Frank and Adam walk Sam home to the Barn. Frank waits while Adam says. "Ok, so ... seeya tomorrow. More stick practice, right?" He gestures with his.

"Oh yeah, seeya then!" and she heads in.

Adam dashes after her. "Uh, Sam?" Dropping his voice "Is this guy ok?"

Worried.

"Sure. It's Frank. He taught me."

"You sure?" He shoots a glance at Frank, who appears to be giving them a bit of privacy. "He seems.... I mean, you trust him?"

"I trust him with my life."

"...the funny feeling is a kid of curse. Long story."

Adam seems surprised by that but shrugs with a nod. "Oh.... okay." A pause. "I had fun."

A shy grin. "Me too."

"Ok, so maybe we can do it again after practice sometime?"

"Maybe, yeah!"

A bright grin. "Great!" A glance. "I guess I should go. See ya." He hesitates.

"Right... seeya." Blush/shrug.

Another grin at the blush. "Cute." Then he turns to rejoin Frank and the grin slides away. The two walk off together.

She watches them go, not sure what to do just yet...

Well, chores and cat and basketball practice, right. Don't just stare after the two of them!

*Gone*

Siv flops on the Kestrel's deck.

"I know, GIrl. I know. I promised we'd be out soon but somethings are ..well, time is a funny thing you know?" She pats the ship.

Dressed in black shorts and a green tee shirt, Siv sighs. She definitely feels a mope going on. But what's the point? It'll just stress others out, and won't solve a damn thing.

She cranks on some music

Simon and Garfunkel are like.. ..ancient composers or something

But they assure her, she is a rock... she is an island

Then she clicks it. "Fuck this. I'm going out.":

And she gathers up her things, eyes the ship, then heads off walking. Taking neither car nor ship.

She eyes the trod, "I don't have chores. I am ready for school . I did my patrol. I've been damn good."

"On the other hand...my folks don't know where I'm going if I go.. .and I'm tired of going placed with a tag around my neck." She eyes the phone... tempted to hurl it and leap in the trod.

Up and down it goes as she throws it a few inches in the air, lets it drop into the hand, then throws it again.

"Dear mom and dad, I don't know where I'm going I just want to GO.. so naturally I cant' tell you where I am. " She mutters

"But they'd be hurt.. and da will be miserable.. and mom, ugh.. mom will be disappointed, because I SAID I'd try to tell them where I would be."

She catches the cell phone and shoves it into her pocket, and turns away from the trod paths "Somedays I hate honor"

She'll walk the dogs..or something.

(end scene)

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Frank nudge the door open, greet the pups, and toes his boots off. He seems somber.

Brekke is...not there. Ah, yes...this is the time of day where she might be found tending Stormwake.

He carries his boots through the Lodge, slides them back on at the back door, and heads put to find her.

Not hard to find. Stormwake may be the most spoiled warhorse in Concordia, with the amount of grooming he gets from both Brekke and Dagmar.

Frank props a foot up on the fence rail and watches.

Brekke is working at plaiting the horse's mane to keep it neat, and it's a moment before she spots Frank. When she does, she grins. "Frank." But then she catches his expression. "What is wrong?"

A shrug. "Wish I had better results for you."

Her frown deepens. "Tell me." She continues working smoothly...cannot leave it half-done.

Indeed, Stormwake would be so annoyed

"Well. I admit I was aware of concern, from what you said about how Siv seemed to think of him. I tried to moderate that. He's a 16 year old boy, and I have some bias there, which I was aware of."

"Yes. Noted. But...?"

"Well, he was guarded. I tried to warm things up, shared safe information about myself, our family. He didn't volunteer much. Kept giving me the side eye, drifting away from me." A sigh. "I think it was the House. " Then, wry, "At one point he asked if I was cursed."

A blink. "Cursed? What does he know about curses? Why would..." A sigh. "I suppose, yes, the House. I am sorry, My Heart."

"I think he said Dagmar told him I was; I suspect miscommunication." Another shrug. "So, he had trouble trusting me enough for me to get an idea about him, and I was working to overcome my own concerns." A sigh. "From what I could see, I don't think he's a -bad- kid... but yes, he reads as Sidhe-blooded to me."