#rivervale_lodge

Olgar is not Chief, he's just the Storm, and he knows one day that title will be given up. And he's at peace with that. He kind of misses his wife having more free time, but that's selfish of him.

Olgar, Storm, Rover, is being watched

He looks to the rafters.

SOmetimes they get Sluagh.

No obvious sluagh, but then - they wouldn't be.

"Hey, if you want something announce yourself, just don't cause trouble in the haven of the lodge," He declares and reaches into the fridge to get a drink.

A sudden whistle, right when he's leaning.

He's been ambushed in the Dreaming enough that he doesn't flinch, but a soft tensing does show in his neck. It turns and his blighted face looks over at the direction of the sound "YUP?"

"Hi!"

Oh, there's Amity. She's looking up and up at the grump.

"Oh hey. How's it going, kid?" Being a father, he tries to put on a kinder face, which means he looks less like a hulking brute of death, and now merely a hulking brute of mild crushing. They've met before, but not often.

"Um." She twists her fingers together. "So, since you're a nocker - albeit a tall nocker, I mean - but since you're a nocker, you know about welding, right?"

A brow lift, "Depends on how fancy I need to get. I'm good at very basic welding but I know a guy or two who does more. Watcha need welded?"

"Nothing?" Hopeful lilt, big eyes.

"Show me this nothing?" He asks and makes a 'lead on' motion, as he gets a drink.

She might have a six pack of beer with her btw, her brother tried to provide.

"Totally nothing!" She beams, and reaches for his hand to lead him along.

She grabs his hand and he allows it, though he does have to hunch a bit so she can tug him along more easily for her.

All of the bike was a bit much - the tires, seat, and other odds and ends are at home. But there, on the back porch, lie the two (mismatched) halves of a frame.

He looks down, puts his drink to the side and looks them over, "Mmm darn. Heatherbalm won't work, didn't start out at the same piece."

"But that's better, right? More stylish." Her grip tightens.

He looks down at her, "Your folks know about this project? YOur Mom's a nocker, she could patch this in her sleep."

As soon as he says it, he realizes, "Ah, but you don't want to bug her, do you?"

Getting rusty, Olgar. You got a daughter that used to be this age. Should have seen this was a work around ploy. And not necessarily with malice he thinks.

"Mom has lots of projects..."

"And there's a schedule, y'know, but... but I can't pay!" From the bush, she pulls a six-pack of Coors Lite.

He looks at the Coor's Lite. It amuses him that his first reaction is to ask this girl where she got her hands on beer at her age, but then he remembers his own mispent youth. Mmmph. "I see. Okay. I don't have the skill to weld this safely, but I know someone who does. In the Dreaming. It's a quest thing , hopefully a super short one. I'm a Rover... semi retired. I know you fly, but on the Silver I can get this to someone who can make some changes that will stick to it. I'll need ALL the bike parts though."

Her face scrunches up.

"Oh."

"Maybe I can just gorilla glue it?"

"We don't have any gorilla pooka in the area to provide the glue," He says dryly, then ponders "What you don't have all the parts somewhere?"

She puffs up her chest. "Found'm all, like pokemon, totally by myself and without breaking any laws."

"Then maybe lead me there? If carrying it all would be too much?" He hopes the lie is in the law breaking, he would need more parts.

She shakes her head. "I'll figure it out."

A pause. "You can keep the consultation fee."

"Or, she could take a quest on my behalf," Gerd speaks up. Where the girl in ultra dark blues and some blacks came from is unknown, she is wearing a Witch hat, tis the freaking season, "And in exhange for the quest... I might have something she can use."

Amity frowns, looking between the new grown-up and Olgar.

Olgar arches a brow as Gerd plays 'Witch out of nowhere', "This is Gerd. She says she's goth but I don't remember her sacking Rome in any of my past lives so I got doubts. She's also a witch. Whatcha got planned, Gerd?"

"Which witch?"

Gerd smiles, "I used to think I was a good witch, but having met some real talent out there, now I'm the 'Good Enough Witch'. I think you met my little brother , Connor? he spoke of you. You can see the family resemblence," there is none. "Look, I used to be small, believe it or not, like you. When I was small, my Uncle Vali got me this bike. Now, it's pink and light purple... and not really witchy so even if I did still fit it wouldn't fit, you know? But... I can pass it onto another and you can either use it for parts, or slap a paint job on it. But... you have to pay the Witch's price."

"...oh.."

Olgar blinks at this Okay. Gerd's on another whim. Somedays she's as bad as Vali, but if I tell her that, she'll glare for days

"Oh indeed," Gerd nods, "Would you like to see this relic of a more... naive time?"

"Purple's a witchy color though, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is, but this was a very light purple" She admits, "And mostly? It's PINK. So pink. Horribly pink. Dreadfully Pink."

Her wings are fidgeting and fussing.

"You CAN Paint it," Olgar observes drily.

"Paint it? Uncle Olgar, it must be CLEANSED," Gerd says with full drama, "And re attunned. Hence, a Quest!"

Then she looks at the pooka "IF you're up to it, if you want to use it? To make it your own."

"But... but I got this one fair and square, in a fight against TWO hellhounds. Three even."