#rivervale_lodge

"Maybe... maybe she'd like sewing?"

"She has to add cuffs to her shirts, sometimes. She's tall."

"Ah. Perhaps." A nod. "Consider showing her some of the carving you have done, and ask her what she is interested in making. The conversation may grow from there, and her interests will emerge."

"Maybe! I mean, gotta do something while cooped up."

"...we're not gonna have track this year at all, are we?"

A sigh. "Not as a school team, no, I do not think so. Perhaps the coaches will arrange some alternative?"

"Maybe."

"There is Pennons," she offers by way of compensation. "And training for that."

"True."

"I like having all the time with the horses..."

"Mm." The Chieftain nods with a slight grin, looking to the horses. "They enjoy having the time with you, as well."

"I think they do..."

"Oh! I told you about the Cavaliers, right?"

"This is the newsletter you received, yes?"

"Yeah, I was sponsored... anyhow, you know how they had pictures?"

"Yes. Many of them."

"I know! So, anyways, someone gave the hold a camera..."

"Me and the hold?"

"Anyways, it's chimerical. So it takes pictures of fae things... wait, I'll show you..."

"It takes chimerical pictures?" A curious look.

"Yup! Only so many at a time, then it needs a break..."

She returns, with said camera and a stack of pictures.

"See? Look at this flower! Jack found it!"

Much to the Chieftain's relief, the pictures are purely chimerical

Brekke looks at the camera a moment, then takes the photos and leafs through them. "These are very good."

Clearly, eventually, flowers were abandoned for the horses

but examples of both are in plenty

"So, I was thinking I could send in some pictures of STar and STormwake to the cavaliers..."

"Mm." A noncommittal, thoughtful sound. She looks at the camera again. "Who sent this?"

"I don't know. Bertrand wouldn't tell me."

"He said they wanted to be anonymous."

"Bertrand? He is involved?"

If she looks, the maker mark is etched near the lense

"He made it, I recognized the mark..."

Brekke gives it another look, then nods. "But he would not tell you. Mm. May I speak with it?"

"Sure!"

She takes the camera in exchange for the photos, and turns it over in her hands, examining all sides thoughtfully. She looks through the viewfinder, and murmurs, "A picture is worth a thousand words, whether of flowers or horses or birds. But now the words are what I desire; speak to me, as I require."

And it lights up ready to answer the questions... how accommodating? That remains to be seen

"Who commissioned your creation?"

She looks through her stack of photos idly, listening as Brekke questions.

"I was there for creation, smoothing, and positioning, I was never there for the commissioning. Nor was it told in my presence as fashioned I became. I know who I'm for, but not who's to blame."

Then it blurts , powered by the Cantrip "You've purchased a FINE Product from Bertand the Glassworker, Bert Glass art shines! Inquire for more custom glass work today!"

A startled look at the sudden advertisement, and a brief snort of amusement. Then she asks, "Do you have any function beyond capturing chimerical images?"

A snerk.

"Thirteen pictures then thirteen hours rest, I copy what your dreaming eye sees. No mortal will ever find the truth but you, can hold onto your chimerical memories. No other purpose do I serve, at least none that was planned. What you pay for is what you get, surely you understand."

"Mirrors, Prisms, Costume Jewelry and more! Bert Glass has it all!"

"Yeah, he warned me not to try after the thirteenth shot..."

A satisfied nod at the second answer. Then she looks to Dagmar. "Do you have any question you wish to ask?"

"Um. Well - what happens if you DO take a fourteenth picture?"

Alas, Brekke has to be the one to answer it. However, if she but whispers the question in repeat mmm