#rivervale_lodge

She points it out to Dagmar. "See?" And she starts to work at loosening it.

A sharp whinny and the leg tenses, giving just an instant of warning before lashing back for a kick!

"Oh, poor gi-" She cuts off. "Watch out!"

Brekke's strong enough to control the kick with her hand, but it's a powerful one. "Mmph."

Sylvi gets knocked back a bit, and nearly gets clocked in the head with the mare's jaw. "Whoa!"

Restraint! Her front hooves stamp now, and she throws her head, just barely missing Sylvi. Dagmar gets a flick of tail in her face!

The dogs rise and give a LOOK at the horse.

Dagmar stays steady. "Shhh....."

"Hey! Nooo, it's okay...okay..." Sylvi tries, but it's not very soothing when she's ducking each time the mare throws her head.

If animals could talk, well, they might be explaining that they are FOND of the two leggers and will go full wolf if need be to protect them.

Her ears snap back and the huff she returns towards the dogs does NOT sound polite.

"Dagmar," Brekke says, not looking away from the horse, "we have to put a bridle on her to hold her, or Sylvi will get hurt. The baron brought one for her. It is in the stable, with the other tack. Please get it."

"Yes'm." A frown, but she goes to get it.

Sylvi, for her part, is trying to stay in contact with the horse, but has stepped back a bit, one hand still on the mare's shoulder.

The bridle is well made, black leather and silver tack, and a curb bit - this last attached, but removable.

A frown, and she takes off the bit and pockets it before heading back.

The bridle tingles a bit in her hands. But so close to a freehold, everything tingles just a little?

"Let me see," Brekke reaches for the bridle.

"I took the bit off. I have it, but..." She hands the bridle over.

Brekke nods. "Good." Then she takes one of the hoof tools and taps it against the silver of the bridle three times. "You. Wake. Speak." A pause. "You are a treasure. What is it you do?"

"i pierce the veil of incomprehension between rider and riden"

A curious and somewhat bemused look. "Helpful. Do you cause any harm to either horse or rider?"

"The one with hands tightens or loosens as he or she wills"

"Fair enough. Thank you."

Brekke looks to Dagmar a moment, then goes to put the bridle on Star.

She uses a tone very similar to Sylvi's to speak to the animal, a sound intended to sooth and calm.

Dag is quiet, watching and listening, and keeping steady pressure on Star's flank.

She lips at the bridle, snuffling along it's length, but with time and patience, permits it to be slid over her head. She champs her teeth a little, and remarks, "Well, at least that dreadful metal thing isn't in my mouth."

And, they all hear her! A cultured, if somewhat irritated, female voice!

"Oh!"

The Dogs feel immense jealousy. How come they don't get a talky thing?

A blink. "Well...it seems it eases communication among all. Hello. I am Brekke."

She tosses her head slightly, and turns to gaze at the Chieftain. "Oh! You can talk! Well, you were before. But now you're so much clearer. That is helpful."

Dagmar chews on a hangnail, watching.

"It is the bridle. How should we call you?"

"Well. The Man was to call me Midnight Glory Belle, by way of Silverwolf's Glory, but he stopped visiting once my dapples came in. And the small one called me, HMMPH. A well-bred mare does not repeat such words." She leans her long neck over to sniff at Dagmar once more. "I had thought I would like to be called, perhaps, Elbereth, or Ilmarë, for the stars on my flanks, but this one..." She lips lightly at Dagmar's sleeve. "Calls me Star, and that is well enough as well."

Dagmar ducks her head, cheeks flushing purple.

Brekke nods. "This is Dagmar. She has helped to care for Stormwake, and now for you. And this is Sylvi."

Sylvi raises a hand to wave. "Hi."

"You have something in your hoof, and it looks painful. I would like to help clear it. Please allow me to do so."

"Yes." She stomps the foot, then immediately regrets it. "I could not scrape it out, and it hurts" A pause, and she remarks in a lower tone. "I did not intend to kick you. But if it cuts again..." It is not a threat, but more, a regretful tone. The leg twitches.

The dogs grumble mumble eyeball at the comment

"We know. It hurt. We aren't mad."

"Understood. It is not my intent to harm, but it may hurt. We will manage. Sylvi will hold your bridle to steady you, if you allow. Try not to harm her. Dagmar, come and watch."

She leans over to rest her head on Sylvi's shoulder as directed. The younger troll can feel her skin twitch nervously, though her leg lifts for Brekke.

Dag nods, moving around to Brekke's side.

(Or lets her take the Bridle, just so)

Sylvi murmurs, "It's okay, I'm sorry it hurts, but it won't hurt for long, now."

Brekke takes the hoof, secures it firmly, and tries to work the offending object free as smoothly as possible.

Stormwake is also intently curious.