#rivervale_lodge

With a rough plan in the making. Symon and Sylvi part to do research, and get the others. Siv cheers up a bit as at least others are on this.

But would they be... DUN DUN DUN.. enough

(end scene on melodramtic note)

Finding Zane isn't hard. Sylvi knows where the Wayburtons live after all

And if he's not there, he'll be at school....but she tries at the house, first. A quick knock.

The door opens and Mrs Marsha Wayburton opens up, the kinain's hair looks a bit mussed but she's got a good smile, "Sylvi? Well, hello. How's your mother?"

"Hello, Mrs. Wayburton. Mom's fine...well, busy. I was wondering if Zane's around?" She doesn't mention the mussed hair.

"Zane's not with you kids? He said some of the wilders were going into the woods and he'd be there."

A blink. "Oh...oh, he...he must have gone on ahead. I thought I was picking him up here. Sorry! I'll...uh...catch up. Thanks, Mrs. Wayburton!"

And she goes to the woods in search of a certain satyr.

"Okay" She waves and closes the door again.

And to the woods, our Sylvi goes.

Sylvi checks out the usual paths first, and that hangout by the cliff-face.

...though she also texts him. TXT: Zane, need to talk, gotta minute?

No response. But as she walks into the woods, she notices it has fewer chimera than normal. She does hear a voice.

no, several voices... wait.. songs

someone has like four songs playing at the same time.

She approaches. Does it sound like recorded audio, or multiple people playing live?

Recorded audio... but she does hear Zane's voice chanting between it... is he..calling quarters

She pauses. This is probably something private. Private and secret and...and she should just walk away, now. Satyr wanting private? Yeah, best to just...walk away....far away.....

....except she doesn't.

Though she does try to be quiet in her approach.

"Oh me so horny.... from the South,2 Live crew feed bowl... so I might influence dragon soul!"

A wince. Do I really want to see this?

"You can leave your hat on, Newman give the cauldron your jam! WEST!"

Songs both just sensual and randy are called out... and there's a fire, a small one, with a cauldron cooking... rather than steam rising out of it, it 's as if it's going INTO it.

And there's Zane... working in le buff...

Another cringe, and she seriously considers backing away.

She feels her pulse quicken...

And she does. Back away, that is. Quickly.

it's cringey right? Weird right? And yet...

oh crap. Gift of pan! RETREAT!

It's a much less quiet retreat than the approach.

More of a hurried scrambling.

A troll-sized hurried scrambling.

Zane's tempo breaks for a moment, but only a moment, as he calls onto the North with Prince and... his chants are too far away for her to make out now.

MORE embarrasing is that ...well damn... zane might have a reason to be smug.

Scramble...scramble...out of range? Out of range...okay....

"....damn!" she rasps. Then, "Damn."

I mean, her boy friend is a troll so everything is bigger anyway but that... ah.. uhm. Satyrs apparently aren't joking about being able to..

think of something.. kittens... yeah...

A steadying breath. That was...too close.

Damn it , Emojis can't save her now! It's like a Gen Z nightmare

The glamour goes boom

well.. more accurately, somesort of glamour erupts and then pools... and then...whatever the working was, it's done.