#salmon-duchy-lands-aka-alaska

"NEVER behind you," Holgrym nods somberly.

The sidhe look at each other, neither quite getting it. Maybe it's a troll thing.

"So," Cambria asks, "Holgrym, do you plan on ruling one day?"

She squints a little. ["Sidhe."]

("Sidhe") an almost imperceptible head tilt which in troll is a proper nod. Then Holgrym answers Cambria, "If I need to, or am entrusted. I am a Baron by title but unlanded. I don't have ambition for it, but if it should occur I will NOT be ill prepared."

"Where do you come from? I'm New Jersey and Les there's a California boy..."

"Ohio, it's a magical place," He says deadpan, yet there is fondness in his eyes.

Snort-grin. "My sympathies. Actually, Cambria, I don't think I caught where you're from?"

"Oh , I didn't say," She admits. "I suppose I should. I'm not Eiluned after all where I feel the need to substitute being mysterious with an actual personality," She opines, "I'm from Willows."

"Ah, she's narrowed it down to an entire Kingdom," Leslander smirks.

"That's fine."

Holgrym arches a brow ("That IS a lot of space")

A twitch of a smile at Holgrym's observation.

She rolls her eyes, "I live a stone throws away from Willow's Heart it self, in a hold FILLED to the Brim with Eiluned and a smattering of Ailil."

THAT seems to silence Leslander for a moment, "Oh." He says.

"That... can be rough."

"It's frustrating," She admits, "But not important right now. "

"Right now, we're socializing."

Holgrym nods.

Leslander says "Indeed. Even rulers need time to be people."

She smiles at that , radiantly (Do Sidhe know how to do anything NON Radiantly?) "Thank you all."

"I can tell you how interesting it is to see Eiluned get smug about their immunity, and Ailil do their best to 'work a round' as if that's the only gift we have. A Gwydion with actual deductive work blows their overly intriguing minds."

She says that with some amusement. A personal victory in her memory there.

"I don't deal with EIluned often, but they do love being all twisty for the hell of it. Ailil just want to be right."

"Then they need to start agreeing with we Gwydion," Leslander smirks.

Holgrym's lip twitches ("Darn it, that was actually funny. Very Gwydion Sidhe, but funny.")

Cambria isn't so hidden "Exactly!" She takes a sip of her drink, "And Dagmar, you nailed it. Eiluned will try to play on Gwydion temperments or honor, but how they get offended if you play on their curiosity. That said, they CAN be good friends, just not always ... well, you can count on them sometimes, but not trust them fully?"

"You trust individuals, not houses. Know a Varich I'd trust with my life, y'know?"

"Oh yeah, learned a lot about them in this Duchy," Leslander admits, "And there are some in San Fransisco. But didn't know them that well. Now Daireann I know. My liege is one, my immediate liege, but he's on the hospitality side. Got to tell you, Hospitality ones are the best of their house in my opinion. But can we all agree Balor suck?"

Holgrym nods firmly at that.

"Damn straight."

"We are in an accord," Cambri says loftily, "Let it be known that the council of Bird Bath Table three, proud Gwydions one and all, have hearby decreed for the record 'Balor suck'. So it is ruled, so shall it be." her eyes dance merrily despite a pretty good stoic face otherwise.

"It is known. Hear hear."

Leslander actually laughs and looks admiringly at Cambri for this. Yup. Don't have to be a boggan to have suspicions.

"Hear hear," He agrees.

"Hear Hear," Holgrym finishes.

(End Scene and down with Balor Scumballs!)