#rivervale_lodge

A friendly trill!

"Oh my, you are a nice one," The woman takes a seat on a bench nearby "I'm Tove by the way. I live... right over there" she gestures to the nearby house, then smiles "Made that little bird feeder. Thought about making a true bird house or two just to keep my hand in. Would that be excessive you think?"

She contemplates, and shakes her head.

"See, that's what I told Jaymes, he's my husband. He says it might make sense in winter but it isn't needed now. 'I' say that it's always nice to have options. Maybe the birds like yourself would appreciate a bit of extra shade or even a place to hide from birds of prey."

An agreeable coo!

"We have an owl not so far away," She admits, "And there was one mean boy with a slingshot, not a kithain , just a son of adam... well, I took care of THAT." A humph "I'm good with fire magics and I think a light singing of his pants did wonders to make him stop. Mists were involved, no right of ignorance threatened."

As if to demonstrate, she makes a little bird of pryetics fire and sets it loose to loop de loop

She flutters her wings - they actually make a clapping sound!

The woman bobs her head miming a bow.

"I'm no gandalf, but I get by," An amused look, "I wonder if that makes you Pipin? No, we get along too well for that."

She doesn't seem to grasp the pigeon is a pooka.

A saucy whistle.

A laugh "Well, I really should find you a name sometime. Something you like. Mmm" She ponders "Pidge seems... too lazy." A pondering "Her Majesty Fandanga Magnifica seems a bit long... Sly? No that would be an actor. Though it would fit how smart you are . Peepers? On account of the eyes? Flutter? Whoosh? Amelia? Amelia feels close. There was a great lady pilot named that you know?"

Coo! Amelia!!

"Oh you like that one, good choice, Amelia was legend." She tilts her head and looks over the pigeon, "the first woman to make a nonstop solo transatlantic flight in fact. But she also wrote about her eperiences, and formed a group for women pilots! Big mystery about her death... me, I wonder if she somehow slipped into the dreaming on some trod cloud of silver. Possibly naive, but wouldn't that be magical?"

She bobs her head again, and flutters over to join Tove on the bench.

"Well, you are a social lady, Amelia," A smile, then a thought, and the grumps face crunches in that 'kenning really hard way'

She rubs at her eyes, "mmphh, maybe I need to rest by the balefire soon."

Reassuring coo!

"Thank you, thank you, I will take care of myself, honest, Amelia. Tell me, do you like pictures? I have a daughter named Dagmar, she's adorable, a gift not of birth but of blessed Da'an. Also have a son, oh he's a handful. Now the husband?" She sighs "Jaymes doesn't like having his photo taken. I have like THREE of him tops. Just once I'd like to catch him off guard and take a picture for fun of him... but I love the big grump despite his not playing along there."

She starts to flip through and show pictures on a phone

With Tove sufficiently distracted, Amity has a chance. "Is he a troll too? Dagmar sounds like a troll name, but "James" could be anything."

"Including a starship captain from Iowa, which, as one knows, trolls come from Iowa, so does this mean Kirk's a troll?"

"GAH!" The troll woman nearly jumps as the pooka 'sneaks up on her' by turning into a childling girl while the grand dame looked away, "Good grief! You're a pooka! " Then she ahems "I guess you know that. Sorry. All trolls," She assures still stunned, "And it's Jaymes with a Y in it for some reason, not sure that makes it more trollish. No realtion to James T Kirk that I know of. Oh, goodness. I'm embarrassed. I even kenned you and didn't realize."

She shrugs. "I'm a ninja."

"Oh, I wouldn't know about those," She says sagely, "After all, if there were a group of heroic ninja around here calling themselves Shadowpaws or the like, as a grown up I would NOT be allowed to know about it." She's long learned to abide by the unspoke rules of her daughter's squire.

She touches her finger to her lips in a shushing gesture, and nods.

"Now, come on inside if you want, and I'll cook you a meal that's a bit better than seeds though I warn you, I like things spicy. WHile you eat and drink, I will relate to you the photos and stories of my amazing family until you realize you have EARNED every bite. Deal?"

"...and a cookie?"

She ponders and then with maternal skill, yields a victory to the childling by saying "Such terms are... acceptable. Well negotiated." She will, of course, offer more than one cookie when cookies are offered on top of the meal .

(Fade to stories , Food, and at least one cookie)