#rivervale_lodge

Brekke hears her kestrel cry out as if ready to face down some dangerous larger predator

She looks up sharply from where she's been prepping another garden bed.

Jack turns, picking up her mood. HE can't see her kestrel, can't hear it.

Brekke knows it is looking south

well and a touch west.

"Something is wrong..." she mutters.

And she turns and heads for the Lodge at a run. "Olgar!" she bellows, hoping he is there.

Olgar is there... Jack races along

Connor pokes out his head. "I didn't do it!"

"Olgar...can you get me to Frank?" An urgent expression he doesn't often see on her face.

"All the trods past firnost take at least... "Then he looks up "Is the Kestrel still working? Those Skytrods I was telling you about.. I think one will get us close"

"Yes. Come." And she runs heavily for the Kestrel.

There is a pup running at her heels now, between her and Olgar. He ducks and weaves, nipping at their feet like a sheepdog herding them, and they feel a sudden spark as their steps speed up with the power of Quicksilver.... leaving the pooka behind as he sends them on their way towards the ship.

Brekke almost misses the change, but she does notice and calls back, "My thanks, Connor!" And then she's on the ship and setting her to sail.

A farewell howl from the Pup below in response. He doesn't know what's going on, but Chief is Sturdy and Steadfast, and if she needs to hurry, then Hurry is Needed.

And they head off...

JAck is a satyr and chases after trying to get to the ship. he's fast.. "Wait ,don't go. I don't want to looose you too"

The Kestrel begins to heave and sigh and lift as soon as Brekke sets foot on her, sensing her need

"Remain here and help the Lodge, Jack. The Hearth will need you and Connor." Said quickly, brusquely...she is focused on getting in the air.

"You better bring dad back!" He yells

as the Kestrel lifts and takes off... Olgar pointing to where they need to go to hit the skytrod

Prepared to grab Jack by the pantleg to keep him on the ground if he'd needed, Buddy now plops his rump down as the Kestrel lifts and gives a soft whine.

Jack is pulled then whirls on Connor looking like he might punch him or yell or..and instead he latches onto Buddy and cries

He might not be good at talking, but comforting is his A Game.

Brekke doesn't give any further response...she's focused on Olgar's direction.

And Oglar gestures as the sky trod unlocks "I don't knwo if we're gonna make it..."

(Gone to anywhere)

There are new and urgent sounds in the Lodge...the sounds of a sewing machine. Kerri had undertaken the sewing of washable medical masks. She has already generated a stack of about twenty, and she frowns over the one she's working on. The fabric and needle move dangerously quickly.

Sally Mae and Gerd are back up to her, both can sew.

Only one sewing machine, though, so they're put to work in other ways. SallyMae is cutting fabric, Gerd is threading the ties through the masks.

Gerd double checks each thread, and moves on.

Sally Mae cuts clear and even.

"I never thought learning how to make my own goth outfits would come in handy like this" Gerd squints, nods.

"Mm." Kerri isn't feeling very chatty. Her husband tore off with the Chieftain in the ship without explanation. This is stress sewing.

Sally Mae reads this , and responds to Gerd "Good cause, if we focus"

And Gerd shushes not sure why she got the code to keep quiet

The sewing machine goes rrrRRRRRRrrrr....rrrrrRRRRRrrrrr....rrrrrrRRRRRRRrrrrr..... as she sews each line with the rhythm of familiarity.

There's a knock at the door.

"I'll get it," Gerd moves to the door

And opens "Yeah? Oh.. hey guys. "

His hood pulled down low. "Sylvi?" He whispers, hopefully. Adam will hear him, at least.

"Gerd."

"She here?"

"Hey, is Sylvi here?"

"I don't think so, The Hearth , Sally Mae and I... " Gerd says "Get inside already guys"

He steps in. "Oh, yeah. The masks. Anne Marie mentioned."

The roar of the sewing machine is hard to ignore, even without sluagh senses.

Adam steps in, looking around.

He shuffles somewhat awkwardly in the doorway. Shooting a glance at Kerri, as though perhaps by hoping, she'll be Sylvi instead.

"What's up?" She says trying to read Symon's lips