#rivervale_lodge

Olgar has been busy. The Hearth from Bristlepine paces, "I thought we were leaving now?" But the rover isn't back yet

It's the morning they're supposed to go after the Dragon. Emmit is there too. Weapons are sharp. Supplies ready.

Brekke has been up since before dawn. Whatever may have been spoken between her and Rivervale’s Mountain in their room is...well, a private matter. But for hours she has been communing with the balefire. She is not a seer, but sometimes she feels the flames may guide her, help her see opportunities.

“We wait,” she says quietly to the Bristlepine Hearth. “For now.”

Frank is settled on the floor near Brekke.

Arthek says "Well, I just hope the dragon isn't already on the move"

Olgar comes in, "he's not.." There are small wounds on the Rover, nothing critical, but he's been in some fights "Okay, Cleared a path or two. You guys ready to go?"

Emmit runs his fingers along a blue lace bracelet "Let me fair fortune that horse of yours. Someone asked me too."

Brekke nods to Emmit as Kerri approaches Olgar. She’s been managing the Lodge with grim efficiency, and all assembled have supplied and have been offered a hearty breakfast, whatever their actual appetites might have been. “Let me see,” she says to her husband, examining the wounds with little bedside manner.

In their customary seating arrangement, Brekke’s silver hand rests atop one of Frank’s horns, a familiar casual connection between them.

As kerri approches, Olgar whispers "Someone's going to be upset, but her path is probably cleared for at least a half of the adventure" and he's not talking about Brekke

Brekke notes the wounds and the whispering with little curiosity. There will be many more wounds this day, likely. “It is time.” She rises from her chair.

Frank stands.

And his wounds could use a shot of healing yes

Sylvi appears at the top of the stairs and looks down at the people gathered below.

Kerri nods at Olgar’s whisper, and flicks her fingers atop each one of his wounds, a none-too-gentle bunk for healing.

"mm that'll teach me" He grunts.

Siv looks at her mother with great concern then conceals it with troll stoicism, and says "We'll handle things here, Chieftain, the Hearth is on it"

Arthek nods "Good. I want to see if we can make this dragon bleed. I hear there are incredients one can make"

Emmit says "Dragon is said to be good for a lot of magic too, but mostly I want it dead."

“Hm.” Brekke nods at Siv’s assurance, and again at her companions’ comments. “Destroy it. Harvest for ingredients if possible, but I am not interested in preserving anything if it means we lose an opportunity to kill it.”

Brekke looks to Olgar. “You remember what I told you, about your place here.”

"Yeah. I do" The Rover nods, "If that's how you want it, tha'ts how it is"

A nod. She turns to look at Frank. “My Heart...I will see you soon.” A promise.

He bows his head, resting his forehead on hers so their horns thunk softly. He whispers, and then straightens and steps back.

A whisper in reply, and then she steps away and moves to gather her equipment.

Siv remains stoic.

Kerri moves to stand by the balefire as Brekke moves away from it, attentive and protective of the Lodge.

Tiffany is on Patrol out there. Vali is nearby "Fate Favor you" A blessing, not a guarentee

Frank stands next to Kerri, looking terribly grave.

Sylvi watches the Chieftain and the others go from her perch on the stairs.

Brekke pauses at the door to pull Siv close and give her a kiss on the forehead. “Do good work, my daughter.”

Then a look to the others, and they leave the Lodge and head to the stables.

Siv smiles at that, "I will, mother. I promise"

As they go, Sylvi texts the others: TXT: They’re leaving. Wait twenty minutes, then get to the rendezvous.

Gerd walks to Emmit "Mountain. I... I'm supposed to tell you that names are yours to call on." And she whispers something in his ear.

The old Mountain raises a brow, then nods "Aye. "

And yes, they leave the stables

Leave TO the stables

A soft whimper from the pup who has been watching from the sidelines, and he slinks over to lay his head in Frank's lap as they warriors leave.

And off the three go to the dreaming..well, four, for Olgar leads them part way but he returns soon.

(Well, Frank is standing, but.....)

Five, if you count Stormwake.

(well, close enough. 😉 )

(Yes.)

Brekke gives Olgar a respectful arm clasp but no further words before stepping onto the trod.

back at the lodge, Siv says "Okay, Hearth. Supplies are full in Kestrel, The Farmhold has been warned. Thane Tiffany and Sir Vali will load up as many DeBukes as needed if needed, and some childlings are already on the way through the foot bridge to there."

'I guess I'm asking other orders?" Attentive. Trollish. It's almost as if she's compensating for the behavior of the other wilders even if she wishes she could join them by being super dutiifiul

Kerri nods to Siv, then looks to the pup. “Buddy, we’re going to need Connor to help with the new arrivals.”

Then back to Siv. “It may be wise to get the Kestrel there now, well ahead of the need to evacuate them.”