#rivervale_lodge

Mmm Decaff mmmm

"How?"

Siv says "Uncle Olgar was told to see to it's return by Aunt Kerri."

"-OLGAR- drove my Rig???"

"I don't think he knows how" She says "So he probably got someone else to do it"

Her father's eyes darken and his expression clouds. "Where is Olgar?"

"I don't know, but I do know when your face goes like that, it's a bad idea for him to be here." Siv says and puts the drink down, "Fine. As far as anyone knows, the load was dropped off by Frank King. Papers signed by Frank King. AND... it was driven by Frank King. ALl to protect the Right of Ignorance"

This is not a grunt, it's a growl.

"I know this, because I was the one impersonating you. I learned how to drive the Rig years ago."

Blink.

"I can shape shift, I can forge your signature, and I've driven with you and I knew my limits"

Frank turns around at looks out the window again, carefully setting his glass on his desk.

"How often?"

"You mean across country? That was my first time and I had help"

"Go ahead, look her over if you want. I followed all safety procedues and tripple checked at each stop"

"Not the point, Siv." Quietly. "But if I have to say that, I doubt you would understand." After a moment of internal struggle, he turns and goes to the door.

"It may not be the point, but it does show I know she's important to you. And... I know it is weird but I think she helped me get home to you, not because I fooled her either"

Frank exits quietly.

She follows

Brekke is coming out of the boathouse as they go towards the Rig, having put the Kestrel away properly.

Frank is not heading to the Rig; she can see him taking the turn that will lead him into the forest, as if going on patrol.

Siv stops, and stares

As her father walks out into the forest, she.. emotions slip past the mask...and the mug in her hand cracks.

"Frank, Siv...." Brekke says as she approaches, but then she watches as Frank walks off. A frown. She looks to Siv. "What is happening?"

"I don't know mother," she says "Apparently I wouldn't understand so I'm not worth talking to. Excuse me, I really should get back to Earth Runes."

"Wait, no, stop. Tell me what happened, Siv. What you know of what happened."

"Dad was worried about the rig. I didn't want to upset him, but it seems no matter what I said was set to offend...so.. you know, to hell with it. I told him that Olgar had been put in charge of finding a way to get it home. WHen he started to get mad, I tried to calm him by saying I was the one who did it.. I know how to drive a rig.. i used his form so not to violate the right of ignorance, dropped off the load so his reputation would remain intact... and ...." More cracks along the mug. "he started to demand questions. I answered honestly and... this is what it got me. I really need to go mom"

The mug is now shrapnel.

Brekke and Siv are standing outside, near the parking lot.

Brekke may notice her daughter's eyes are dark.

or at least darkening.

Brekke nods at the mug. "Drop those before you cut yourself. Siv, I would like to resolve this. Please wait."

Dagmar approaches the lodge, but slows when she sees the pair outside.

She looks down, slow breathes but she shakes her head "No mom, I'm about to lose my temper and I don't want to be around you when I do it. Go find dad. " She does however, turn throw the stuff into a garbage can... the clay parts clanking.

"Siv...please...I can take your temper. But if there is a problem between you and your father, I cannot resolve it when you are at great distance. I must know both sides. Please."

She turns on her heel and retreats.

"I don't even know what the fuck's going on, mom, because he won't talk to me. So I don't even know because he Doubts I'd understand, so I don't get that privliege from him. No. I'm done. I'm gone. You figure it out what's up with him. I am sick and tired of trying to make everyone happy and hiding in a corner worrying about who I'm going to upset if I don't make just THE RIGHT move. You've got my phone number. Text me if he wants to talk, but I can't, and I won't, be less than I am. I love you both, but I'm done starving myself from who I am because everyone has different rules for me and the net is choking me. " And she storms into the lodge... probably to gather her things

"Siv..." But she does not try to stop her. Instead, she follows Frank into the woods, hoping to find him before Siv leaves.

Siv storms into the lodge.... and goes into her old room, and starts packing up things.

She can track him easily enough. His traces show his gait varies, everything from the occasional stand-still to outright running. He is usually not so careless about damage to the trail and plant life around it.

A knock on Siv's door. "Hey, Siv, I still had this shirt I borrowed. Though you might like to take...." Sylvi stops. "Whoa. You okay?"

"No. I am not. " Siv says

Running? Brekke frowns...and tracks him as quickly as she can.

"Yeah, I get that," Sylvi says. "Can I help?"

Indeed, Siv 's eyes are tinged with dark edge. "No. I don't think you can. Sylvi. I need to get back to Earth Runes. I have duties and trarining there. Rules that I actually understand."

She eyes the shirt "You keep it, looks better on you anyway"

Brekke finds him just off the trail, almost hidden in the foliage, head down, not moving.

"I, uh, okay...." She frowns. "Maybe...um....what kind of rules aren't you understanding here?"

"I don't know. Father DOUBTS I'll ever understand them" Siv shoves her bag full of other things

"I thought I was protecting the Escheat. I THOUGHT I was helping. But I helped wrong. And now mother wants me to hover in the corner and not make any sudden move or , I don't know, show any independent thought, until dad has been mollified for whatever deep crime I've done he DOUBTS I'd understand. "