#rivervale_lodge

"You're adorable," She wants to pet it, "Bet Lily would love you, but .. I have other matters to tend , family and myself to look out for."

And she snubs the cute!

The large green eyes inside the fluffy ball narrow just a touch. Oh, it's just a blink surely. Trying again, and bringing completely UNFAIR guns to bear, kitty-kitty-fluff-fluff takes another step forward, stumbling slightly, and, oh... holds up a paw. The tiniest, softest little. "mew?" Eyes wide, you wouldn't... leave her... there... alone... would you? The shadows around it loom darkly, and bring to mind echos of the dangers in the woods... why, there could be a wolf looming to gobble this little dear up.

"Oh crap, you're hurt. Fine, we probably need a pet anyway. Maybe when Lily gets done there she'll want to take you in... let's see" She bends down to pick up the kitten "That damn bitch thinks I'm not a good mother, well, fuck her. Just because I decide I don't have to have more testosterone than my husband.."

The cat takes up a rattling purr that seems overly loud for it's small size, and is a warm radiator spot against her chest. Oh, and she starts making biscuits! Little paws kneading with tiny itsy bitsy claws that just prick a little bit as she works. Slowly sapping away that delicious glamour, one little sip at a time.

"Hey, ouch.. that's..." dark glamour sputters out

A soft purr. Trust in meeeeeeee sweeet little kitty....

She fades a bit, she has plenty more... but she catches on "Wait, what are you. ow.. hey..are you taking..something??" Brenda starts to pull the cat away from her chest "Okay not sure what you're doing but I think that's enough"

"Meow?" She says. Hey, do cats ever actually SAY the word meow? Blink blink!

She looks tempted to put the cat down, then eyes that paw, "I'm selfish like this but I'm not a monster. Don't do that again" she craddles the cat again "I'm going to put you in the car, dont' worry, I'll leave the window open enough" And she starts to head that way

Still some Unseelie glamour in there..

She eyes the car, and clings to Brenda, tiny claws hooking fabric and possibly skin as the kitten holds on to prevent being put down. Little Lovey leans in and licks at Brenda's arm, tiny raspy tongue scraping.

"OW hey.. conflicted messages you little..."

and then she looks dizzy , finding skin and licking away more glamour.. the last of Brenda's unseelie glamour is taken

she looks more mortal than satyr now, though still is one of course.. "Ow my head.. I feel like I just had too many wall bangers"

Lovecraft purrs, and releases her claws - sliding down to the ground to land soundlessly. Looking a little less like a fluffpuff now, and more a slinky shadowy cat - yesss, the unseelie glamour has overwhelmed Easter's influence! "Mrrrrrrrrrowwwwwwllll." She yowls at Brenda, and weaves between the Satyress's hooves, rubbing appreciatively against her legs, twining with her tail, before darting back into the shadows.

"What the h.. oh god. " Realization "What is it I've done?"

She has to get home to find her husband.

To see if she can snap him out of this

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Easter Morning! And who has to get up?

Kerri

She kind of doesn't want to.

There are mean satyrs out there

ingrateful admen

Well, she might not really be eager to, but she's learned long ago that awful projects are lot less awful in the rearview mirror than through the windshield.

She wakes Sylvi apologetically and explains the situation, and together they make up a carafe of mimosas with a healthy dose of Spring inside. Add some fresh Easter pastries and... "SallyMae, can you please be in charge of festivities until I get back?"

"Sure enough, Hearth. " Sally mae tendss to her hair to make sure she doesn't look like a monster

"I'll help, SallyMae," Sylvi volunteers. "Go on, Mom. Unless you want me to come with...?"

"No, honey, I've got it. Help SallyMae with wrangling over-stimulated childlings, once they get up."

And off goes the Hearth, with a basket full of breakfast goodies.

SOunds of Jack and others charging

Sally Mae looks at Sylvi "You get the cattle prod, I'll get the whip" And she heads to tend with the kids.

As the Hearth goes out into BERGEN

And the kids are swarming about the lodge and it's gardens, looking for eggs!

"I promise, there are some low down, and some up high," Sylvi assures them. "But some will be easier to find than others...and don't hurt the plants in the gardens!"

Sally Mae says "now the taller kids might want to look high first so the little kids can look low, or need help climbing. Because the biggest helper also get the chocolate bunny ears"

"Okay, that's clever," Sylvi says quietly to SallyMae.

Sally Mae grins "We have Easter in Iowa too"

Jack Flap calls out to Connor "DUDE.. Chocolate ears! I am going to help the Sh.. stuff out of you"

Connor is on all fours, the boy scampering about getting his knees dirty but easily tracking with his keen scent. Though, he is noticed just as often to get close and then proclaim, “I know it’s here SOMEWHERE!” Loudly until some other child finds the treat. And moves on...

"Agh.. he's so darn useful" Jack says desparing that he will ever get the prize for selfishlessness for himself, even though he REALLY wants it

"Well, yeah," Sylvi says. "But I don't envy you having to decide which kid was most helpful."

"Hopefully your mom will be back by then" Sally Mae whispers "She has the big hat after all"

"True. And if she's not back by then, I'm going looking for her."

Fortunately, Kerri gets back right about then, and Sylvi doesn't bother to hide the fact that she feels relieved.

"She did seem a wee bit worn" Sally mae says only to turn to see her return

Kerri stops here and there to see what childlings have found so far and to encourage them to keep looking. She keeps a sharp lookout for Lily.

Lily is hard to find, but then again, sluagh