#rutgers

Oh, Dagmar is easy to make blush.

Masey grins at that "Mmm tell you what, since I'm gonna just say you've got a cute blush, I think you're free to speak your mind too"

"I just... it's... I'm glad that.. I... with a satyr, you won't think I'm..." Bad. Dirty. Used. "You won't think less of me, for what I wanted."

"How could I? I wanted the same. I mean, not exactlhy the same maybe? But I wanted that to happen," Masey moves to her, the lustful looks dimed, replaced by empathy "Hey, look. What we did, that was beautiful. You know that right?"

"I wanted... it was... I liked it, yes. It's not.. not always, hasn't been always... but it... yes. It's not something I.... "

"What I can remember is beautiful. Yes."

"Dagmar, do you need a hug? Just a hug?" Masey is completely serious

The broad-shouldered Amazon suddenly looks much smaller and more vulnerable as she nods.

And she gets a hug, Masey positively has to leap up a bit to deliver it right, but she does, her hair falling around like a shawl, "You don't owe me an explanation for what you don't or do do normally. Last night was beautiful, at least the part with the four of us, and then you and I... and we satyrs, we may not be loyal with our bodies but I can tell you, babe, anytime you need or want me, you know where to find me. And if you feel judged, you let me know. Sure, I'll try to tell you that you should feel no shame, but I'll also keep it quiet... no one will judge because only those you trust will know. Does that help? that offer being there, whether you take it or not?"

She closes her eyes and nods. "Something private. And special." She doesn't say secret. That is a different landmine, she doesn't want to taint this.

the soft squeeze continues "Sure. Will you and Sylvi still visit the Bluebox and dance from time to time? I never want you to feel like you can't dance"

"Yeah. Yes, we will."

"Yay" She squeaks then says "Sorry, satyr. We tend to exult. But yes, Private and special"

"Thank you." She leans into the satyr's side for a moment longer, then... "Do you need help cleaning up the house?"

"Oh no, the sisters got it. Nice of you to offer though"

"Oh, Kerri would sense if I didn't."

"Who's Kerri?" She looks around upward too, "You make her sound like a higher power"

A soft laugh. "Kerri's the Hearth at home. Sylvi's mom, but also kind of a bonus mom to the whole Lodge. She helped me belong there, and her kitchen is like the center of the universe..." The words start spilling, and Dagmar talks about Kerri, and Olgar, and Chief, and Jaymes and Tove and dogs and horses and Connor and home...

And Masey? Masey listens, oh speaking just enough to show she IS listening...

"Yeah?" "Sounds cool" "Wait, HOW tall did you say she is?"and "Ohh he sounds adorable" then grins at mentions of the horses and dogs...

and hears the whole thing out, minutes pass before Dagmar realizes that she's the one who has done 90% of the talking, and the satyress, just listened with a few small responses

"Oh jeez, I'm so sorry..."

"What for? I loved it... wait, your mom is TOVE TORIN KING? "

Masey says "Not to make this awkward, but I am a huge fan of your mom. I'm a regular patreon on her site"

And Now, NOW Masey blushes

"Well, maybe you can come home with me some weekend and meet her. You okay with sleeping on a couch?"

A deeper blush "Are you kidding? It's Tove's couch, I might steal a cushion!"

"Well, she's still just a person, too."

But then the blush fades, and she looks abit apologetic "Ah, meeting your mom, that's cool, it is..my goddess it's great but," Cautious "Ah, you do know while i meant that offer, we satyreses aren't usually one person types? right? I.. don't want to set the wrong " A sigh "Shit. I don't want you to think I'd be very good at being exclusive if that's what you're hoping for?"

A sad smile. "I don't expect that, no."

A bit of a relief, then a sad smile back "Thanks for understanding. I do like you though and I meant everything I said." Dagmar knows she did. Gwydion boon is like that

Then she looks sheepish "Can I still visit some weekend or did i just close that door?"

"Course you can. We're friends, right?" Phrased casually, but it comes across as more of a plea for validation/reassurance.

Masey seems to catch on "I think it is safe to say we're friends." And the long haired girl gives the troll another squeeze "Damn you're great to hold. Muscle and Sinew all tight in a sexy package. "

"Friends are good." A tentative squeeze back.

A smile "Now, come on, let's talk some more. what is riding a horse like? I always thought they wer epretty but riding I never got to do'

"Well, it's not like a car - it's a partnership..."

And Dagmar explains about horses, and that leads to her dogs again, and more about other animals because you CAN'T leave Odin out... who she can meet... and yeah, Masey listens.

(Fade to a pretty nice post samhain morning)