The New Guy in town

[Mhairi Ankaa]

"That's good." she debates tell him about Ava and Rick, before settling on a half truth. "Recently our Archives have met with...well. Fire. Flood." that was true after a fashion, the lore a changeling brings to the archive is tied to them, their wyrd. If disaster befalls them, so to does it befall the archive. "And we've been trying to regain what's been lost. So. Any little bit helps."

"Huh. I hadn't thought of that." it was times like this that Mhairi remembered that she still had twenty years to get caught up on. "Oh. In that case, I think I have something better then a muffin." Mhairi nods to herself, and darts away from the pantry towards the fridge. "French toast?" Mhairi asks the Sunlit Man. "It'll go nice with the coffee." regardless of what his answer will be, Mhairi takes out the things she'll need to make some French toast.

Pan on a burner to heat it, as she fiddles with a bowl and drags the bread out from it's hiding place.

"At Edna's we try to work with what we've got. Try to work out something that works for our Boarders, but if you have money coming in soon...I'm not going to say no. Groceries, odds and ends. Bills." Mhairi gives a gusty sigh. "It's a pain. But it's nice. Worrying about mundane things like this." cracking a few eggs into the bowl she whisks them with some added cinnamon.

Pausing. No one else has done this before. But the wisp's repose is swift, her tone firm. "Swear, Until Winter turns to Spring that you will not harm the Freehold of Sacramento, or it's residents. And that you will not Aid the Freehold's Enemies."

Autumn's Queen blinks. "That was nearly my reaction too." though there had been more squeaking and stuttering on her part. "A fae dragon. One of Them. A greedy beast who wants what we have. Just because he can take it from us. He wants to brake us, and mold us into his-his." The first piece of soggy bread is placed in the hot pan. "But. We're working on it. He wont Take any of us. I wont let him." Mhairi nearly growled, the sound of a crackling flame underlining the words.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

Mhairi laughs, "It's funny. I do like Indian food too. More then Chinese, in fact. I'm a big fan of curries. Which means I'm a fan of Thai too." she says with a smile, flipping the toast in the pan. A pleasant hum escaping her as the telltale searing follows. "Nope. I'm good. Not like making French toast is that hard." a pleasant, if crooked smile. "Coffee should be done by now, mugs are in the top cupboard, the one with the fox is mine, milk's the fridge, and sugar's by the coffee maker in the teal container."

Mhairi gives the Fireheart a fierce smile, "Good."

Mhairi feel it then, the Elemental beginning to wrap the wyrd and glamour around them into a Pledge. The Wisp was nodding, poised to accept readily. Until..."No." voice firm, and devoid of any of the pleasantness that marked her earlier words.

Mhairi, takes the finished piece of french toast out of the pan and puts it on a plate. Sops up some more of the cinnamon egg mixture with a slice of bread and brings it to the pan.

Leaving it to cook behind her, she turns and looks at the Fireheart square in the face. Her displeasure showing with the sharp plunge from a undertone, to a pungent scent of death and decaying of a full forest's leaves. The pitter patter of her rain, shifts, changing so it's less of a spattering and more of a shower. "'I will not knowingly give aid or succor to those who count themselves enemies of the freehold.'" she holds a moment to see if he'll get it, "What about those who do not count themselves the Freehold's enemies, but the Freehold counts them as theirs?" her arms cross as the toast continues to sizzle and sear behind her.

[Mhairi Ankaa]

After Dinbrane Mhairi realized that she had to take a few things into consideration.

She was Autumn's Queen, which meant there was a line between her and everyone else. That line would be harder and harder to cross the more she let it divide her from her fellows. But, since she was Queen, and if she wanted to be respected that line would still need to be there. She was Queen. And that meant that she wasn't just one of the guys anymore.

So as Pippin bows low, and falls to one knee, Mhairi only blinks, swallows but didn't squeak.

She listens with an ear of someone who wishes dearly to master this delicate art that governs their existence, "Pippin of Autumn, if you do not knowingly aid the enemies of the Freehold of Sacramento, whether they claim themselves as such or not, you will find safe harbor within the Walls of Edna's Boarding House, and within Autumn's Fear Ladden Embrace. Until Winter turns to Spring, I will protect you with the ferocity I would any of Sacrament's Autumns. This I do so swear."

The solemn atmosphere lasts until Mhairi feels the up swell of glamour, and the lifting of the weight of the wyrd as their Pledge is sealed.

She nods, her mantel's pungent scent recedes, leaving on the soft undercurrents, and the rain shower, returns once more to it's pitter patter tempo. Turning back to the burning toast in the pan. It's picked up and put on the plate, and another takes it's place.

"So do you like spicy-hot curries, or spicy-flavorful curries?"

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[Mhairi Ankaa]

"Lots of sugar and milk." replies the Wisp, flipping another fluffy piece of toast onto the towering stack, once done, she turns the stove off, leaving the pan and bowl with the eggy mixture still clinging to the container where they sat, and brings the plate over to the table, along with two smaller plates, utensils and a bottle of syrup.

Snagging a few pieces of french toast for herself, and piles them up on her plate and pours out some syrup, before she happily cuts into the stack and take her first bite.

"It depends on my mood too." she nods, going in for another bite "I'm always up for more flavor. And I love sweet things, but sometimes I'm just in the mood for something spicy. And I just love sugar snap peas." She admits, the natural levels of hesitation and wariness evaporating with the sealing of the Pledge. Until the Spring Equinox, she had nothing to Fear from the elemental across from her, no worries of him being a Loyalist, or a Privateer. Or bringing either to her doorstep.

Once her coffee's in her hand she takes a happy sip, "Thanks. And those recipes, you could write them down and leave them in the kitchen I know Sera's been wanting to try out different recipes."