#rivervale_lodge

"Sy? Thank you."

Zane comes in looking a bit mussed "what's up?"

He has moved into the rafters and his eyes slowly fade from green back to black, and he moves into the shadows.

Sylvi explains hastily, and Zane explains he's about to get dumped by Kelby for standing her up... she goes to placate

"Ah, huh, Vali might be better at htis but I'll give it a go" He says

"Hi. I'm Zane. I'm a Wizard of the White, Nice to meet you, Ashblythe. think of me as a very young Dumbledore"

Dagmar rolls her eyes. "I'm gonna get some cookies from the kitchen."

"Nice to meet you Zane.. uhm.. could you see if this is a curse?" She points to her face

Olgar frowns

"uhm Rover? You're giving me that look " Zane says

"This seems a bit rude to jump all over the Mountains' role here" Olgar scratches his chin

"I was called and I came.. I am Mountain trained" Zane reminds

"Mmmph" Olgar says then "If it'so kay with the kid"

"Okay" she nods

zane does a super secret bunk, the sort you can only do when no other players are looking at while you do it.

Zane touches her face, and then both he and the girl cry out as if in pain

Dagmar stops, freezing in the doorway from the kitchen with her plate of cookies.

Olgar moves forward "Okay that's enough whatever is..."

"Violation" Zane says confused holding his hand "A dancer's leg broken, a cut torn wide open.."

"He didn't hurt me, it was. i remembered an old hurt but its fading again" the young girl rubs at her head

Zane says "Can I get a drink?"

"Water or something harder?"

"Coffee maybe, and thanks"

She sets the cookies down, and crosses over to fix some coffee.

He rubs between his horsn "The images for me are not fading, but they're symbolic... a dancer getting her leg broken, a cut torn open wide.. gruesome stuff"

"I'm sorry, younger Dumblerdore I... didn't mean for it to hurt you " Ash says

"That's..." She frowns, and offers Zane the mug.

"Go on, Dagmar. I just cast the omen, doesn't mean I'm the best for intrepreting it" Zane replies

"That's just... rough, y'know?"

A nod from the satyr

"Did I.. was I a bad person? " Ashblythe looks stunned "Do I deserve this?"

"No" Olgar says "Even if you were a bad person, you don't 'deserve' this"

"Yes sir" the ugly girl says then adds 'Yes, Rover"

Zane sips his coffee "I need to research this"

"Life isn't fair. Bad things happen to good people all the time."

"It's just how... it's not, yeah - not your fault at all. It's a bad thing that happened."

"THank you, Dame Dagmar. I just... do you think it can be fixed? I know i should be bigger than that, not vain, but." A breath "I get tired of folks staring"

"Your value isn't in your appearance, but..."

"In what I do" She says sighing

Dagmar hesitates, and then yanks up a sleeve. Her forearm is marked with curling, fernlike scars in a blue-violet shade.

"Oh neat" At the lightning designs

"These are easy to show off. I can tell a story that sounds good and brave."

"But... they're new. The magic wiped away old scars - scars that told a different story, and one I was ashamed of. Scars that would make people stare, so I hide them under long sleeves even on the hottest summer day. Scars I'd done myself, that I couldn't make look like an accident."

"Did my worth change, because of these scars, vs the old ones?"

"No.. you done lots of brave stuff even before your saining, Gerd says you helped lots of folks" She says

"I did. And I also cut up my own arms and legs. And I had... reasons, I thought. I was hurting, and it was because of things I couldn't control. Was it my 'fault'?" She shrugs. "Does it matter? People would stare, they don't know my story. They don't know you, either."

"But is it bad or weak that I'm glad the old scars are gone?"

"No, they probably made you feel terrible" She says and and then , trollish or not, Ashblyth decides to do what HER friends might do, and gives a hug to Dagmar

Zane looks shocked, then sympathic to Dagmar. He is a satyr. Hard to poker face

A slight grunt of surprise, but she recovers and gently returns the hug.