#rivervale_lodge

A blink. "You wish to go to EarthRunes, Connor?"

Olgar shrugs "Seems fine to me if he wants to go along."

He ducks his head, a little shyly. "It's Quarantine time." A somewhat vague remark.

"Mm. If you are willing, Olgar, I agree. Connor, you must follow Rover Olgar's instructions, do you understand?"

"Frost my heart into a pie, stick a fork so it's not dry." He nods solemnly, tracing over his chest with a finger.

Dagmar tromps in, hay-scented.

A bemused look, then a somber nod. "That will do."

"Hello, Dame Dagmar."

"Can't get more serious than that" Olgar observes "And don't worry too much, kid. At least on the Dreaming side, we're gonna have some help for the quarentine."

"The horses are well?"

"Hello DJ!" He gives a wave to the tall troll girl.

"Hey. Yeah." Pause. "DJ?"

"Dagmar-da-Just." He nods!

Brekke chuckles at that. "Indeed."

To Olgar, he adds, "It must be awful boring and lonesome for folk to have to stick around home all day, and all night, and all day, and all night. Even if home is nice. Really, really nice."

Then a look to Olgar. "Help in the Dreaming?"

"Hey, Dags." He gathers Connor up "I hear you. Open road, the great silver. "

"No muggles to cause truggles."

"We going on a quest?"

And Connor goes up on his shoulder

"Nah. We're just dropping off a scroll" The Chief is pretty sure Olgar heard her but he's not above trying to duck a question

"Olgar is delivering a message to EarthRunes for me. Connor has asked to go with him."

"Whoop!" A squeak and then he reaches ooooover with a leeaaaaan down, and PATS Dagmar on the head! "You're SO SHORT!" A laugh!

Brekke notes that Olgar is avoiding saying something, but doesn't push the matter for the moment.

"Yeah! I am short!" A smile.

Olgar chuckles at the short talk

"Did you know that Trods have a smell? It's like Miss Kerri's fresh bread, and the fresh dirt under a rock that has worm-stink in it. Burning fire with smarshmallows but also when it gets scorchy like too-cooked meat. Daisies in the sun and when you crush the grass and it stains, and the sweaty-scared smell when you had a nightmare and it's still dark and you're not sure if you woken up. It's good-bad-good. It's the smell of Silver."

His nose twitches, and he gives a sneeze.

Brow-furrow as she listens, then a slow nod. "Sounds about right, yeah."

"We might make a rover of you yet, kid." At the sneeze he raises a brow "Good thing we fae got ways to keep the trouble back."

"I think they smell a bit like hot asphalt and rain."

Brekke looks pleased at that description. "I agree, Connor. Thank you for putting it in words."

His tail wags, lightly thwapping Olgar on the ear with each beat.

The ones heading home smell like her hair in sunlight But he doesn't say that aloud.

And then chuckles at the beating but he lets it slide

"Dagmar, I think the Mountain would agree with you."

"Well, unless you two Gwydions need anything else, The Rovers have a scroll to deliver" A light bounce of Connor.

"None from me."

"Time to roll, a scriggledy scroll!"

Brekke shakes her head. "Safe travels to you both."

And off Connor and Olgar go... (To ER)

Leaving Dagmar and Brekke alone..well, they were alone, Etsie stirs muttering "It smells like wiring threatening to spark and sounds like a crowd's anticipation"

"Dagmar, there have been dangerous chimera in the barony. Have you seen any?"

She shakes her head. "Not yet."

An eyebrow at the satyr. She'd almost forgotten the woman was there.

"I heard, though. Like, diseases?"

Then a nod to Dagmar. "Like the fear of disease, or the fear of short supply. Be wary. They are powerful."

"They are, but I'm a good fighter."

"You are, and you have always excelled against chimera."

Etsie peeks "What oh..forgot where I was. Or with who? Ah, when I was a wilder I'd be fending off some boy trying to get me upstairs."