#rivervale_lodge

Siv goes looking for her dad.

Frank is in back, cutting back the roses and wiring them to the trellis as needed. Despite the protection his Seeming gives him, he wears thick leather gloves.

"Hey, dad." She says "how goes with the roses?" not what she came to talk about, but she's curious.

"Good." He grunts.

"Need help?"

"No."

"Okay." She takes a seat nearby.

Frank works methodically; to be honest, he's taking little lip from these deadheaded vines, firmly tieing them back.

"How's mom holding up? Getting closer to Samhain. She holding off winter all right?"

Frank shoots Siv a look under heavy brows that -might- be unfriendly, but it gentles. A bit. "Fine."

"Sorry. I know it's nosy, but I think if she has to face the Dragon, best to do it while she's summer you know?"

A shrug. "Strong no matter when."

"True" A memory "And not to be coddled." A sigh "But I'm wanting to.. I'm a troll too. I Hate that it will be just a few and the rest of us twiddle our thumbs."

He grunts, reaching for another wire tie.

"You're not going I hope? I know you could but.. if we're giving our Storm..." A breath "Sorry, Dad. You don't want to talk about this do you?"

A shrug. "Go if I can."

"What... if evacuation is required, I'll use the ship. "

"I'll get them all to save places. I will"

Frank grunts. "Two ships. Maybe. Depends."

"Maybe" A nod then "Jessica's going to be a countess. She can take them in."

A grunt. "Jess has a lot already."

"True. It's not the only place. I've been making contact."

"Mmphm."

"Should I not?" A raised brow "I've just been scouting around."

"It's fine. Good work."

"Yeah. Uhm..." Unsure what else to say. I'm scared I'll lose you? Oh yeah that'll go well. "Dad. You have any ideas how else I can help?"

He frowns, his thoughts slow and ponderous. "Help."

He finishes the last rose vine and stands, slowly stripping off his gloves. He heads back to the Lodge, gesturing for Siv to come with.

She follows

Inside he goes to his desk... stops and takes off his boots, leaving them to the side.... and looks through the papers on the desk.

She makes sure her shoes are clean and then goes in.

(There -is- a little dirt tracked in till he took off the boots.)

Frank finds a few books and puts them on top of the papers on the normally neat desk.

Siv's brows knit but she pays attention to see what books and papers are being pulled out

Frank gestures at them, at her. "Look."

It's the research he's gathered on the dragon; legends, histories, eye-witness accounts, theories....

"Serious work here" She looks over them, "Wow. Some of these go back to the Sagas Tove talks about"

Frank nods. "You read."

"Well, okay. I'm not the best reader, but.. sure, if it will help" And she sits down to sort through them "Anything that can help with the dragon ,is that it?"

Frank nods.

"I read. Over and over. Told Brekke. Maybe missed something. Not.... enough. You try."

"Dad... you're feeling the winter too, aren't you?" She says pretty sure she's right.

He scratches his beard. "Yes."

"Sorry."

"No, nothing to apologize for, Da. You and mom are great. Been the best parents. I'm sorry if I didn't always see it." A smile and open adoration.

"Thanks." He grunts; still more loquacious than Jaymes.

"Struth" she shrugs like it is no big to admit it. "Why don't you go find mom, spend some quality time together. I got this."

He scratches his beard again, thinking. He nods. Watches Siv for a moment.

Siv has already turned to the papers. This is not what she's good at. Not what she sees herself as doing. And yet, she's doing it. Troll discipline is not lost on her and she can and will apply it. She is needed, and this is how she can help protect. So she will read and study and strive. What she lacks in knack, she will make up with effort

For a moment, with her brow set stubbornly and with determination in her eyes, she might look very much like one of her parents.. or even both.