#rivervale_lodge

Dagmar shifts in her seat, nudging the plate away.

"It sure seems to, yeah."

"Oh it can still go wrong .. I just don't tell those stories"

Gerd says "And, well, Dagmar may think we're not the stuff of legends, but I'd disagree. I've seen real heorism become the every day around here. Heroics of courage, of guile, and of kindness. And that" She takes a bit "Ain't nothin"

"Heh. Control the narrative. Smart."

"I'd agree."

Another one of those little twists as she looks down at her plate.

"Yeah."

"So, what's your major?" to Dagmar.

"Fire science."

The brows go up with surprise. "That's a thing?"

"Oh, yeah. The associates is pretty good, same with the certificates, but with a bachelors, I'll have the training on doing fire inspections, for, like, industrial accidents or arsons..."

"Oh yeah. Fire fighting requires brains as well as brawn"

Interested. "So...like an investigator?"

She nods. "That's one path - or, like, emergency management. Lots of things. And with what can happen... you need people able to lead the way when there's a catastrophe going on."

"Sounds like stunning heroics to me."

"I mean, sure, it's great being able to be big and strong and swing an axe, but if you wanna save lives?" She looks considerably less sullen.

Gerd nods and thumbsup

"You been able to go on rescue calls? I mean, non-fae ones."

"Bonus, there are no hip-hop songs saying fuck the fire department. I couldn't be a cop, but - this?" She bobs her head. "I've shadowed, and in the spring I'll be doing runs to earn my EMT certification."

Rowan nods. "Sounds intense."

She nods. "It will be. Chie-... Brekke taught me the basics of first aid, and we have some good healers, but you can't just depend on magic."

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