#rivervale_lodge

Frank gets himself a glass of cider and sits back down. "Psychological assault, as well."

"Of course Honoria wants to blast some Wagner..."

"She does love the smell of wood tar in the morning..."

Siv grins "Yeah, and 'ts fun having yourself launched by catapult"

Frank sighs.....

Bachdion says "it's lined up to hit a hay stack" assuring the parents

Brekke gives Siv a look that's somewhere between long-suffering and proud. "Thank you," she says to Bachdion.

"YOu're most welcome"

"I am not certain how we will be able to keep Siv entertained here, after her experience there." She might be teasing her daughter.

Siv blushes "I'll just have to liven things up for others"

"Oh. Of course." Her expression seems especially trollish. Or perhaps that's existential dread.

Frank is rubbing the base of his horns again. Maybe he's getting a headache.

"Ah! Siv, do you think we should introduce them to the newest arrival at the Lodge?"

"Oh, yes, something the Baroness would envy" A grin "Come on, gents"

Bachdion and Magnus rise to go out, and look at the stables area

Frank waits till they are gone, then turns to Brekke. Eyebrow.

((Does Sparrow stay or go to the stables? Has she met the colt?))

((she'll go to the stables, though she HAS met the colt)

Brekke looks to Frank after the others leave. "Not yet?" Apparently they've had a married brain interaction that needs clarification.

"If I am wrong, I will bear that sin on my shoulders." He says firmly. "But I do not believe it is fair to Adam to say anything to them yet."

"They should meet him, who he is -now- before we bring up such a specter."

(The stables) "Hey there.. oh dear, he's stomping through the mud"

Brekke nods. "Fair enough."

NOW Frank crosses to settle himself with his back against the front leg of her chair.

She rests a hand on one of his horns. "I will go out and say farewell to them before I seek out Adam. At least the process is underway."

Frank nods and squeezes her foot gently in response.

Together, they let the visitors and Siv (and whoever else is out there) enjoy the stables. (fade)

"You're too little to go to the pool, so I'll make a pool for you here." Connor remarks to the spunky foal, as he dumps a final bucket of water into the muddy spot in the horse yard, making a bit of a wading pool. And he cools his feet in the comfortable mud as the foal splashing about, much to the dismay of Star, who stays well out of splashing distance. It does look cool, but she would not soil her pristine hide with such mess.