#rivervale_lodge

The goats may have made cheese

The horses have calmed... a little. Spark seems to want to CHASE the fire star things

Sally Mae shakes her head "It's lovely, but lordy. " A sigh "Sorry I wasn't here for most of yule, Hearth"

Connor is up in the hayloft, watching the fireworks through a window from where he is nestled snug with a horseblanket. A wave down at Dagmar.

"Oh, I understand the need for scaring off all of..." she finishes with a vague gesture to encompass the past twelve months.

"Hey kiddo. Thank you for watching the horses, but will you come inside later for treats? There's juice and cookies and hot dogs."

Dogs HOWL

"I hope you had fun, SallyMae?"

"No way. I hate all those things!" A grin.

And the fireworks shimmer and suddnly, chimerically, form into a puppy shape! Akin to connor!

"Oh, don't I know it."

"Oh! Oh!" He gives a howl that gets Star to neighing and a cheerful whinny from Spark!

"Did you SEE?!"

"Oh, it was tense. NOthing like bring your sidhe boy friend to meet the family" Sally Mae says

A streak through the air, a crackle cry... and something that looks like a golden falcon over the vale!

a giant one

"Oh, dear...I'm sorry, SallyMae. Did they eventually accept him at all?"

"Actually, Clem was a gem. And the others.. tried. " She looks out the window "Okay, that's not bad"

"Look!" She points at the falcon.

"Aww, I missed it!" He says, watching in awe. Connor slides off the hayloft... and his Gwydion cloak flutters as he drifts feather light to the ground. "All the fireworks, just for you and me." Grinning to his Knight. "You said. TREATS."

Kerri moves to peer out the window, too.

"I did!"

Kerri sees the falcon fading... then there's a WOOOSH... and there's an image of an Apron, with Kerri's face on it

She gives the horses a quick check (and some oats)

It seems to be made of flames!

A blink, and a jaw drop. "I..."

"It's almost gandalf like" Sally Mae says

The moon is full and bright, a perfect silhouette for the fireworks. Dagmar's new marking almost seems to gleam under Luna's light.

A harmonious flute... in Dagmar's pocket, or wherever it has been left, feels warm to the touch, as though the wood has been bathed in sunlight. On the other side of the Umbra, a unseen songbird flutters, calm and sweet, waiting for it's time of need.

Lily approaches Connor and Dagmark, wearing heavy ear muffs . She waves. Talking won't work for her now.

"That's a masterful bit of pyrotechnics...but I'm not sure how to take it...."

Connor's tail wags! He always has a welcome for Lily.

Lily clambers up to join connor quietly. SHe can't be heard but she can watch with him and point

Sally Mae says "Well, if I'm right, it's Nocker work so flaws may occur?"

"Hey Lily."

The next explosion is an array that forms into a beer can, then cutting his way out , is a firework version of Olgar who roars.

"Well, if the flaws set fire to anything, the chieftain is sure to have something to say about it."

Lily giggles

Then whispers a hello!

A burst and boom.... and an image of Dagmar 's head shoulders, and one arm, which she flexes into a bicep, and gives a triumphant smile...

Sally Mae laughs "I'm sorry, Hearth. Just your husband tearing his way out of a giant beer can is kind of funny"

Oh, yes, the Olgar image got a laugh from Kerri. "Okay, they got me, but they skewered him!"

"Hey!"

Inside, cleaning continues even if folks peek out the windows. Siv calls out "I think I got the dustbunny colony from the book shelves. They're making terrible theatre about their forced exile, the little pansies. They'll love their new sluagh friendly home don't you worry"

Lily mouths something and points at the bicep, then makes a mime of it with her little noodle arm

Another BURST of BLUE and there is Brekke, Brow at its most intense arch... and words burst under it.. 'Do your Duty- Enjoy yourselves'

and another burst, as FRANK's head forms to the side of her, nodding with the word 'mmph'

Kerri contains another chuckle as she gives the images a salute, then gets back to work. "Nice job, Siv. Be gentle on them!"

Dag flexes for Lily. A wink.

"Oh, speaking of sluagh, I hope Symon an Lily are weathering all this noise."

Brogan coughs as he may have used some cleaning fluid a little too heavily on the oven