#rivervale_lodge

"I think he could use a hot tub more than a balefire," Sir Carowyn says "I know a motel that would take him in nearby that has one. I can drive him there and get it for him so he might rest, then soak, or which ever order he likes, Chieftain"

A grateful glance to the Liam.

Clearly volunteering

A nod to the sidhe. "Good. Thank you, Sir Carowyn. We can settle up the cost of it."

Dagmar looks at the stairs, brow furrowed.

"it's no trouble, Chieftain " He says with a bow, "Courier Julius, my car is the blue and silver Subaru, " he motions , "And the tub is in the room so social distancing to mortal eyes will be easy. "

Frank nods thanks to his Housebrother.

He bows again, to the Baroness and the kngith. "Then I will take my leave. THank you for receiving my missive, Dame Dagmar. I will await your response."

"Rest soundly," Brekke says as he is escorted out.

Sir Carowyn goes to escort and drive the satyr.

And he accompanies.

"...This feels like some kind of trap. I.. listen, Chief, sorry about butting in with Nadeen... but, like, Nadeen's good at sneaky court stuff, I know I'm not..."

Brekke shakes her head. "Nadeen is exactly who I was going to to suggest. I do not like this."

"Neither do I. And I'm worried about Connor."

"Mm. That may be read various ways. Perhaps he thinks it would be unseemly to invite a visitor from Rivervale and overlook his own son."

"Either way, I do see the likelihood that Connor will have his feelings hurt on this trip, if he goes. You would need to protect him as best you can."

Frank nods agreement.

"I know."

Scowl. "I don't like him. Not one bit."

"But, like... if I don't go? That seems like it would be a problem, too."

"Well...without a valid reason, it could be seen as offense." A slight pacing. "It is a game of some sort. Perhaps Nadeen could see through it better than I can."

"Varich are good at patterns."

A frown. "He can't take Star back, can he?"

A deep breath. "I do not think so. If he tries, I will fight the attempt."

"What about her baby?"

"He can have no claim on the foal if he has no claim on the dam."

An eyebrow. "The foal of your mare, sired by my steed?" A harrumph. "He can try."

"...okay."

Frank grunts and goes to his desk, searching.

"Should we tell Connor?"

"In the morning. He should be asleep now. And if he is not, he already knows." Her voice rising slightly on the last to indicate that if Connor is listening, best that he say so.

No sound from above. It IS rather late, and he already got scolded to bed once.

"Bad news is better with pancakes."

An amused sound. "Generally true. Dame, I do not like this situation, but I think it unlikely that we will come out the worse for it. You should return home and rest."

Frank grunts softly again, reading something he unearthed from his records.

A brow. "Mountain?"

He brings the papers over, shows her a few lines.

Brekke reads....and frowns.

"Well... if Connor goes, I'll protect him. I can't... can't fix the Ailil's shit attitude... but ain't nobody gonna hurt the kid."

"Dame..." Her tone is serious. "There is language in this. I do not see that it is something we need be concerned about, but...you should be aware of it." And she hands over the papers.

A frown.

She takes, and reads.

"First refusal... like.. like he gets first dibs?"

A nod. "If the foal is being put up for sale."

"Yes."

"We aren't really set up for another horse..."

"There are ways around this. Do not assume the worst. I do not wish to have any animal go to him any more than you do."

"I mean, he wouldn't want it if it were quote-unquote imperfect..."

"He thought STAR was imperfect..."

"And we must assume that he will likely think the same of her child."