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"Boy the DeBukes would blow a gasket at that. They took brother in because he was sained as ak night... no one at the farm CHOOSES to become a knight.."

"Why not? Knights are great. They protect people, and defend honor, and wear armor..."

"Trolls can be knights. Beaumayn has lots."

"Gwydion might have more - trolls are very Gwydion, so serious."

"Uhm. .They don't like nobles" A shrug "Sorry. Not even knights. Sorry"

The satyr girl squirms uncomfortably

"That seems silly. Well, you can PRETEND to be a knight?"

"Why when I can pretend to be a princesss?" She beams

"Okay!"

"Princess have coats of arms, not shields, and they get to be on a lozenge. That's the heraldry word for a diamond."

A giggle. "They call stars mullets"

A laugh "i some of my adoptive uncles have mullets!"

She mimes shaking her hair

"I wonder if there are any crayons. Let's go look!"

And the girls race off... looking for crayons!

and lo and behold... Maria and Rosa were not able to help them. It's Beltaine and they MUST attend to foods and succh

And Dame Ash admitted, "I'm sorry Girls. I don't have crayons"

"This is a very serious problem. We must find crayons."

"Well, Diego is steward here... " Ash says

"Excellent! To Diego!"

The bedroom door to Diego's room gets knocked on...

politely!

every 50 seconds or so at least..because.Ariel isn't patient

The door opens "What?" Diego glares at... well, adult level then blinks as he sees no one "Who?"

"Down here" Ariel says

He looks down, muttering something in Spanish then rubs his eyes "Si? What do you girls want?"

Countess Eleanor Hyacinth de Violette curtsies. "Hello, Stewart Diego. We would like your assistance, por fa-vor."

Something something gringos..something something too darn early? Then he yawns "Stewart? Well yes I am. How can I assist?"

"Ay, Senor Diego..." A voice calls from down the hallway, as a girl practically buried in am armload of flowers trots their way. She bumps into a pillar, rearranges the heap, then approaches. And a rapid stream of spanish spills forth, too quick for Ellie to follow! Though she may catch "Princesca" and "Cabracita"."

"Salma!"

Ariel goes to help the pooka girl

"I don't... por fa-vor, not so fast?"

"And before the day grows too long, por favor, kind Steward." And she bows a little, dropping a few flowers, then nearsightedly grabs at them. "Oh, foo."

"If you please, Good Steward, we are in Most Urgent need. We require crayons." Is that a plural, or the royal we?

"As I said, exactly that." Ducking into a curtsy that drops her flowers again, but this time she scoops them up into the hem of her dress.

Diego warms just a bit at the Burro girl, and says something ""Ya veo. Veré lo que puedo hacer, pero algunos no los tenemos aquí en este momento. Tal vez un poco. ¿Cuándo los necesitas?"

Ariel looks at Ellie "Hazerpero must mean Crayon"

"Maybe? I'm sorry... lo see-en-to?"

"¿Antes de que se vaya la mañana?" She asks hopefully, before the morning gets away from them...

And she beams and claps in delight as Ellie attempts the spanish - oh, dropping the flowers again.

Some of the petals are looking somewhat put upon at this point.

The Steward looks at Ellie "No it doesn't mean crayon, and .. I appreciate you both trying to learn Spanish. I'm afraid the hold is devoid of Crayons at this time." He listens to Salma "I see. All right." Still speaking English "I might have a way to get some. Give me a moment to pour out my breakfast and I'll see to it. For now... decorate what you can without them mm?"

"Oh! Thank you very much for looking, Steward Diego! Gracias!"

"SO many flowers Salma, can we help carry them? And there's a dress for you, it's yellow like dandelions..."

"mmm" The steward frowns at something but nods "Si. You three go off. I have to make a few calls"

"Oh, a lion would surely gobble me up if he had the chance, I'm just a wee tender little burro. But if I can get inside the lion's dress, then it would be dandy." She smiles and divides the flowers into a few bundles. "Ariel, I found also for you... Por Favor, Diego? Cáscara... ah... conchas? On the beach. That you might like to decorate with."

"The little crab homes, abandoned." She gives a frustrated pout as the word escapes her.

"Seashells?"

"Shells, very good." A nod

"Si, yes!" And a big smile. "Some may say they are not spring, but the little ones leave them for new homes which is like Spring cleaning, which counts." And a tentative smile towards Ariel.