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"Not ALL" but damn close she thinks "I don't know. It's not because I feel sorry for you. You punched a guy in the balls with a stabby thing... if anyone needs pity it's him. It's not because you're teaching me, you were doing it that way anyway. I guess... I like you. Which is weird I know. You got a new family and you want to protect them even if you don't want them to know how much you care about your place with them. I.. I can relate?"

Eyes narrow thoughtfully. "You ain't going seelie on us are you? It's the wrong time of year to be getting all sement- cementament- sappy." And she kicks at a dirt clod. "If it makes YOU feel good to get me something, then it's like I did you a favor." Working this out in her head. "And I guess that's okay. But this doesn't count for yule!" She argues back! It's important to make a point on these things.

"And we can even find some dumb trinkets for your teachers if you want. I lifted some cash from Damn Calanthe's wallet. She never keeps track how much she has, cuz she can always go get more. That's rich lady logic." Imparting wisdom as well.

A smile as the girl defends Yule gift as still being undone then she groans as the theft is admitted "You need to be careful. Dame Calanthe is not always nice to put it mildly" Then a pause "And I don't know what Court I am... I think I lean Seelie normally. What it's getting towards Samhain and I gotta slip? Is it that powerful?"

This is a thinker. "I just feel like myshelf. Only... more? Like, I'm shtill me, but I know I'm important and gotta look out for number 1. Some prisshy folk think that it's bad veshus good, but it ain't. Is nighttime better'n daytime? You gotta have both. Just shome folk look pretty and like to show off during the day, and shome folk like to schneak around in the dark. Come Halloween though, everyone goes unseelie and it's a wild riot, only you can't really remember it, like when you wake up from the GOOD dream but it escapes before you can really bite in. I think the prissy seelie folk are the worst because they have all their stuff like, pent up inside when you shake a can really good or put mentos into a coke. So they snap HARD because they never let themselves be both sides. They're the worst. And then they can deny it later." A frown, realizing she made almost a speech.

"But you'll schtill be you." A shrug, and a bit of a smirk. "Maybe a bit cooler though."

"Maybe we can have a wild hunt!" A big grin!

"Wow. When you put it that way it seems almost MORE Selfish to bottle it up all the time"

"Hunting eh? We've hunted before. I caught coneys"

She grins bigger. "Spearchucker Gwen, Coney-Bane. Let's see what else is for sale. I dunno what the Thanes want. Raises, probably." A snort. "Something little and pretty for Mari and Bluebell. Did you know she's competing?"

"Bluebell is dancing"She says "She didn't say to me that's what she ws doing but i heard there would be a dancing contest. Bluebell is always dancing. Even when no one is watchign I bet"

"You notice a lot." She observes.

"I have good teachers partly. Troll training means learning to stand ready, keep your eyeso pen, and let folks forget you're more than a wall ornament.. they talk after a time." She shrugs

"I get that. When you're a kid people sometimes think that because you're smaller, you can't think. Or hear, or listen."

"Well, small isn't an option for me, but yeah. You too huh?"

"I like it. You can get away with more."

"Being noticed generally means you're in trouble."

"I kind of WANT to be noticed.. in a good way" She says then blinks as she looks over a flier

"Try some rock polish." She says, in what may actually be intended as a real suggestion. "Get real shiny. What's that?"

"That's.. not a bad idea" She looks over the flier "It's.. kind of a .. well, it says there's a totally unauthroized punching contest. Go up against Dirk Peacemaker Lee...who no one has ever lasted ten minutes with... and you get a prize"

"Dirk LEE? The Shacklebreaker's rabid dog?! Whoaaaaa. Did you keep enough cash for a tombstone? Or do you think that the Count covers that since it's his pennons? Oh I wanna SEE THAT! What'sh the prize?"

"I think he's called Peacemaker because, like. REST in Peace." Impressed.

"It's not the prize.. I maean, I'll probably lose" She looks at her skin, "But.. you saw the wording.. ten minutes. I don't have to win.. I just need to last ten minutes... and get good odds on a bet that I do"

She looks worried now "he's that dangerous?"

"Yeah, but I'm sure they won't let you DIE. I mean, this is a seelie hold, and they're all fussy about that. You should go for the prize! Maybe it's more money, or a kick-ass weapon..."

"maybe it's enough to buy a present for everyone" She nods "Okay. I'll do it"

"Cool! Maybe they'll mess up the entries and toss Bluebell in with him. I bet she'd jump right out of the area!" A chortle.

"If she's smart yeah?" She moves to find who handles this

Briar trots along behind her. Her present is half-paid for, she better make sure Gwen stays hale and hearty to pay it off.

No dying without her permission!

They find this looks a bit shadier than the flier implied... the 'ring' is a patch of dirt undera slope out of the way... this appears to be the place where a lot of wilders and unseelie are hanging out.

Briar puffs out her chest a bit and adds some swagger. This she knows the look of, and is sliding on her glove again - just in case. But her hand stays in the pocket for now. "Yo, who's running this shit?" She politely inquires.

"That'd be me" A clurichaun says leaning on a walking stick "Do we have another contender?"

"I think so.." Mistake. Don't sounds so un sure she tells herself "yes."

Gwen moves forward "I'd like to put down a few bets.. on myself"

"Well, anyone can put down a bet, but it so happens I arrange those too." The clurichaun grins

Briar also pulls out a small wad of bills. "Add, uh... $60 on her for me. And this." She adds a bit of dross.

"To win? Ha... not much chance of that, you've got 4 to one odds" The fellow says

"Not to win" Gwen says "To last all ten minutes.. see.. you your flier.. it said no one lasted ten minutes. I bet I can stay up that long"

"Most fights are over faster than that you see?" The Clurichaun explains "It aint' like the movies.. folks get tired FAST."

"Okay.. The bet's I last ten minutes, or longer than he does" Gwen says

A voice says "Hey Dirk... a girl's making fun of your staying power."

She spins to view...

"The fuck?" and Dirk looks out. To those that know him, it's easy to forget that he's actually big... it's only the trolls he hangs with that makes him look small, but he's built like a damn football player.. the position that eats offensive line men on their way to murder the quarterback. His face has faced some flattening, but his mouth spreads wide as he bites even the air. And the flat yellow teeth may not look as dangerous as fangs but the more you stare at them, the more you can see the whitest part of them is actually wher the biting happens, as if it cuts even through stains. His eyes are small, but flicker with an empty pit of hunger that has neveer been filled. He has fwer piercings than some redcaps, but embeded in his left ear is something that looks more like a damn rivet than a earring.

Gwen is taller than he is, but the corded muscle, and the breadth of his shoulders seems to even that out

She swallows, but holds her ground. "Fuck..." She whispers. But it sounds incredulous, and a bit envious. Now THAT is a Cap's cap.

"I didn't trash your staying power... I Just am saying I can last ten minutes with you in a fight.. uhm. in a punching fight" She eyes the teeth

"What cuase you're made of rock? " Dirk stomps over and looks at her "Shit... what are you part glome?"

"Pardon?"

She blinks at the term

"Ferget it. You're lucky I don't build a bridge out of you" he snorts "I don't know what your name is, but you smell so green I think kids shit you out. You do know this is not a NICE fight right?"

"My name is Gwen, of Silver Wolf..." A scowl from her "And I don't care how new I am. I'm tough. "