#rivervale_lodge

"Yes, " Jonas nods to PIPER then quietly "I surely hope she makes it into FIona SOON. If this doesn't prove her a lion, I'd like to know what the hell does"

"If this didn't prove her enough to be part of their club, I'd seriously doubt whether they were worthy of HER." Piper agrees.

"Entirely mother, you did not see the longboat as I did so you did not see... but there, where a pyre would be, was a small wooden tantalus.. while the ship itself was singed, THAT part of it alone did truly burn, and to ash and billowing a smoke that did not travel up, but down. The smoke did not rise.. and the balefire cleared even that smoke away . Were i the spiritual sort .. I'd swear the time between this last life and his next will be waiting in Hel's cold and merciless grip for he was unworthy of higher halls to be sure. " then she takes her mom's hand "I am safe.. filled with the glamour of those who loved me, and the generous. I am..." A pause "Scarred a little perhaps? But it heals and restores. It truly does."

The longboat delivering the evil old goat to the underworld and then getting away itself, refusing to share his fate... Torin will want to make a saga of it

Jonas nods "We are in agreement and accord there. Thank you, Piper" He looks to the door "Think we've given them enough time? I.. I've heard a little, but not enough to make otu for sure"

"Well, one way to find out." And she picks up the pitcher and a few glasses, and pushes the door open with a hip. "Siv, Chieftain? I have some iced tea... "

Brekke holds Siv's hand and searches her her daughter's expression carefully. Then...a sad but proud grin. "I look and do not see my little girl. But I do see the woman she has become, the victor, the survivor, and the one who knows that to seek the strength and aid of others is the path to freedom from those who are twisted and foul. My daughter, who does not fear her scars."

Brekke looks over as she registers Piper's voice just a bit late. "Piper...yes...please." She releases Siv and sits back.

Siv looks almost moved to tears her eyes shining with pride. and In Norweigan she says
"Jeg elsker moren din. Og jeg blir hedret." then she putlls back and looks to pIper "Tea would be welcome"

Hanging back politely as the chieftain finishes this last, and she steps forward once acknowledged. Pouring a few glasses of iced tea. "I hope the Hearth doesn't mind me raiding the fridge, but figured, it's in there for folk to drink..."

Jonas comes up "Very welcome. Siv actually is sick of beer"

Siv makes a face

A slight grin and a nod from Brekke at Siv's words. Then she clears her throat. "I am sure she will not mind, Piper."

Dagmar enters, brushing hay from her sleeves. "Damn, it is HOT out there..."

"oh quit your belly aching, you should try Mexico " Siv says cheerily

"Siv!"

A slight amused sound as Siv surprises Dagmar.

She takes the moment to look over at Piper. "Thank you," she says quietly and pointedly.

"And Jonas, thank you. Siv told me of how you supported her."

Siv puts her tea down and moves to Dagmar "I want a hug, cuz"

"It's nothing that anyone wouldn't have done." She says to the chieftain, meeting her gaze and only flushing slightly, and then a small smile as she sees Dagmar come in. "After all, the iced tea was already made, I just had to fetch it." A gauze pad covers part of her shoulder and upper back, visible under her sundress as she reaches to hand out glasses.

"Well... okay. We missed you!"

"I'm probably scratchy though."

Jonas inclines his head "I've come to the conclusion that supporting your daughter is the best tactic in my condition, because controlling her is futile." Wryly and affectionately , then more somberly "It was a noble cause on many fronts"

Brekke notes the bandage on Piper. "Do you require healing?"

"As a friend would say "Feh'" Siv says at the scratch part.

And gets Dagmar's hug

"Um." She thinks about this. "I don't think so? I got a tattoo... I'd worry that any speed healing might futz the design. I'm just keeping it covered so my straps didn't brush it, it's still... tender!"

A bit of amusement at Jonas's comment, and perhaps a sense of commonality of the tell me about it variety.

And a wince. "Don't know how folk inked all over do it, I was squirmin' like a worm on a fishhook all through."

"A tattoo?"

"Ah. Yes," a nod to Piper. "You do not wish me to undo the work."

"But you wiggled cutely and that counts for something" Siv adds to Piper

Brekke clears her throat and takes another sip of the iced tea.

Then she shoots Jonas a look "Huh, as if it didnt' stop you from telling me when you thought I was out of my gourd" but then a follow up smile

"No ma'am! I haven't even finished paying for it yet." A laugh. "It would be a poor thank you for Mr. Duff's hard work." And she rolls her eyes at Siv, though smiling.

Jonas merely grunts fondly at that. He cant' deny

"Ah. Duff."

And a nod to Dagmar. "Did you want a peek? It might still be, um. Fresh looking. But you're a warrior, I'm sure you're an old hat at battle wounds."

"Oh yeah, " Siv says to Dagmar "It's beautiful.. though it steals my nautical touches a bit. I was crazy about the sea before others were jumping on it"

"I'm not too bothered by gross stuff..."

"You might own that boat of yours, and the sea might hold your heart, but no one owns the sea!" She teases back to Siv, before reaching back. "Ung. It's awkward, help me remove the tape - anyone?" She offers to whoever may be close enough as she fidgets like a bear who would be better off scratching it's back on a tree.

Dagmar helps, carefully.

And just like that, Brekke notices the wilders have invaded. The Balefire of the Lodge almost chuckles fondly, not that anyone else but her here feels or notices

"He said to put lotion on it and let it breath - I'll be glad eventually to sit at home where I can be proper shirtless." As the gauze is lightly peeled away and shows the design.

"Ohhhh... sweet! It's your... where's your butterfly?"

Siv looks up "hey, where IS the butterfly?"

Brekke becomes quiet, watching their interaction.

A nod as she catches a glimpse of the tattoo.

Jonas sips quietly