#rivervale_lodge

That gets a hint of a grin. "If you encounter difficulty, please let me know."

Dag listens, still faintly baffled by the vivacious and VERY OLD lady.

"I appreciate it. I've also been told that you'd appreciate if we warned folks when ever we cut loose with the gift. Not that I'll be a threat. NOw a days If I try to hit the notes I used to, my teeth might launch out"

At that Carawayn actually fights a smile. The image amuses him despite his best efforts

"Yes, I know it may seem kith-ist to some, but I must ask that those who can invoke the Gift allow others to decide about its effect on them. Of course, if an emergency requires its defensive use, that is understandable."

"Well, way I see it, a satyress can't complain about wanting to be a satyr and let loose, without recognizing a troll will wnat to be a troll and be ready to protect others from what she might see as unwelcome. My right to swing ends where your nose begins, eh?" A nod from the Granny grump

Brekke nods. "Well said."

"The Troll in my first motley and I used to have some real arguments when I was younger. I'd yell, she'd flare her nostrils slightly. I'd warn her not to make me come up there.... the pooka would annoy us both and we'd forget our fight and work on threatening him."

The woman stares at the fire as if able to see the faces of those people

"...Are you older than the Accordance War?"

Brekke nods and also looks into the flames, and grins a bit at Dagmar's question.

A look back, "As a matter of fact," She says still staring at the fire, " i am. Ugly time that. Oh when the sidhe first came it was like gods were among us... they would make everything right again, and they were so prettty" A sigh "Then it went sour, and I went from worshiping them to fighting them, in my own way. It was the trolls that did the bulk of the fighting, on both sides, when you mean straight up combat. But the other kith helped out. Me? I did what you might think a satyress woudl do. Spied on the sidhe...seduced a noble or two. " A sigh "Damn, that cost me though"

Brow furrow.

Brekke frowns as she watches the flames.

"There was this troll warrior, Oh I had a crush on him... but it stung him that I might be with the enemy 'that way' and ... well, had I been sleeping around with rebels he might have turned a blind eye, but with the enemy? No matter how noble, it rankled him. I was too proud to change my tasks, I was GOOD at it, darn it. And he was too proud to just trust me not to have fallen in lvoe. So we worked together, each hurting and longing... but we did , I like to think, become friends. When the war was over, first thing we did was apologize to each other.." A fond smile "In very interesting ways. My god it was everything I hoped it would be. " A chuckled "I told him his surname was VERY Fitting"

BLUSH. "What was his name?"

Brekke clears her throat, also coloring a bit, but satyrs will be satyrs....

"Hornshield. Oh, I loved teasing him about that" She smiles "I had a dirty mind" Pause "Have" An admission

A deep breath, and a slow nod. "I suspected it might be Vegard," she says eventually, a fond tone in her voice.

"Wait, you knew that old rascal?" A surprised look, "No offense Chieftain, but you're of the age he'd be more like to adopt you than well, you know"

"Wait - Gerd?"

A slight chuckle. "He more or less did. He was the first Mountain of this Lodge."

"Gerd? " A pause "What poor girl got slapped with that name?"

Then she looks to Dagmar and nods.

"Gerd. She's - that's her past life, right? Like how I was a different Dagmar in the war."

"Yes. Vegard Hornshield's soul now resides in the body of a...how old is she now, twelve? I have forgotten."

"Vegard is back? Why that impatient son of a..." The woman laughs, and actualy cries a bit, but joyfully "Oh good. He didn't get slain by cold iron or..oh good"

A look to the Chief "Yo usay he was mountain? was he happy here? Of course he was I bet but I have to ask"

"No, he...he chose his time to go." Brekke says quietly.

"And yes...I think he was very happy here. He advised me well. Very well." A pause. "I often miss him. And then Gerd will speak his words, and it helps."

"Gerd, I really oh I'm almost worried I'll scare the girl, but I'd like to meet her."

Carawyn has gotten quiet at mention of the war.

Brekke inhales deeply and nods. "I am sure you will."

"Gerd's thirteen." Helpful.

"Mm. Thank you," she nods to Dagmar.

Etsie seems to be just happy period. As if his permanent death, or the chance of it, really had hung over her. Now that she knows he moved on, well, "Maybe Da'an brought me here, vain as that sounds."

Brekke looks pleased at that notion. "Da'an or otherwise, I am glad we could give you good news."

"That you did. And you, young lady" And The Chieftain realizes she's talking to her, not Dagmar, "Will be pestered into telling me stories about Vegard's time here. You may end up havign to order me to shhush"

A bemused look. "I will tell you what I can recall." A pause. "Was he always so gifted with Wayfare?"

"Oh not always, we weren't flickerflashing at the start of the war, but he learned things fast... and was creative. Once, the sidhe had this battering ram... he charged towards it, portal passaged throguh it, and defeated the team in it, then we used that same ram against the sidhe later."

Dagmar feels something rub against her legs.

"Ha." She nods. "That sounds like Vegard. Original thinking."

Dag looks down.

""yes I.. oh I Need to sleep" the old woamn says

Carawyn says "Chieftain, may I escort her to the guest room?"

"By all means," she says, both to Etsie and Carawyn. "May you dream deeply, Etsie."

Brekke watches Carawyn's expression.

"Thank you, Chieftain. And Dame, and Sir.. and bears, oh my" The old goat chuckles as Carawyn escorts.

He seems respectful and kind, but he does glance back at the kitchen BRIEFLY before moving o nwith her and he's gone

Brekke stands as they go up the stairs, then sighs. A quiet moment, then she turns to Dagmar. "Please excuse me. I have patrol."