#salmon-duchy-lands-aka-alaska

An amused look and a soft shake of her head.

And Bradworth does the most dignified 'flee' even Symon has seen in some time!

Only after Bradworth has fled does Symon fully come forth, and his smile shifts nearly imperceptibly from mildly menacing to amused. "I probably shouldn't tease the guy. But it's fun."

"I can see that." She shifts slightly, creating a nook where Symon may fit against her side.

"You are doing okay? Not bored?"

Somewhere Bradford is being consoled by other boggans for his harrowing escape!

He shakes his head even as he slides into his space, the nook for the crook. "I am finding ways to stay amused. Nothing too ... untoward." Leaning against her, a fingertip idly tracing one of the scarred glyph marks on her arm.

"I figure you'd find some trouble to get into. Sorry it's not very exciting."

"I like the climate. It's nice and cool. The people are interesting. And you are here."

He considers for a moment. "There was a hint of something interesting, a mention of something that sounded like a treasure."

She twists, briefly nuzzling the crown of Sy's head "And you are here. So I didn't leave home at all."

"Never."

"Yeah? Treasure hunting could be cool."

"It sounded like a Varich treasure from the name of it... and the context. Mmm. 'Cold Sun necklace'. Might be worth looking into."

"Varich?" A small frown. "That... listen, Nadeen is my friend, but... but my experience, those things tend to be bad news."

"I'll never like her." A pause, not defensive—just matter-of-fact. "But I've learned to respect her. Nadeen isn't necessarily kind, at least to me, but she's... fair." Something he might never admit in public.

Thoughtfully. "No one’s a single thing. Not a person, not a kith, not even a House. Varich has shadows, sure... the winter sun casts a pretty damn BIG one in my opinion... but that doesn’t mean every scrap of their past is poisoned."

A small shrug. "Just because it might be one of theirs doesn't mean it's about that particularly nasty character trait. And if it is—" A wry, dry look. "I've handled worse."

"Should we look for it?"

Symon tilts his head slightly, eyes thoughtful. “Could be interesting... and if it is something the Varich value... there’s some virtue in keeping it out of their reach.”

A small smirk. “Not to wave it in their faces, though the thought is...pleasant." A dry rattle of laughter. "But—if we ever need something, it might serve as a useful bit of trade. A quiet edge. Just in case.”

"Mmph. Can't say I'd object to something that would protect you. And protecting your kith-cousins is 'bout the same thing."

"And if it is innocuous?" He considers, "Isn't Nadeen's actual wedding coming up in the fall? I know what she meant... means to you. Might be a fair gift." He gives a wicked grin.

"Can you imagine, the looks on their faces, a Dragon and a Sun to accept a gift graciously from a slug and a Gwyd?"

A resigned sigh. "Meant."

She considers, and lets out a soft snort of laughter. "Okay. Yeah, okay. Could be worth it."

"As long as it doesn't get in the way of your Gwyd duties here. I don't want to muck this up for you."

"Yeah. Duty comes first. But if you've some time to snoop..."

"I have nothing but time. It's... kinda nice at first, I needed the break from cramming and tests" He admits, "but now a bit of action sounds fun."

"Heck yeah."