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"Maybe I made them before, and can just see them now?"

"Maybe" She admits "You're pretty damn amazing, Thistle."

She mumbles and grumbles.

"I stand by my opinion there, deal with it" A bit of a smile

"I do remember Binky."

"I was really little when I made up the gnomes."

"Well, Binky remembers you"

"He's.. yeah." Pink spirals and a shrug.

"Loyal... but boy can he be trouble.." She explains what the chimera did to the stove

"Oh..." A blue shift. "Poor guy."

"He's been a lot better since you found yourself though. Happy beyond words"

"That's good!"

"Totally... look um... I'm going to try something, you tell me if it helps okay? Trust me?"

"Okay? Whatcha gonna do?"

"Give you a bit of glamour.. you learned about that some but I think.. well, I think if you use it to fight the cold inside you, it might help" She holds up her soda "okay with sipping some of my drink?"

"You can DO that? Give magic? What happens if you give it to a regular person? Or, say, your giant bear dog?"

"What if you put magic in an object? Do they come alive like the toys in that movie?"

"Okay.. don't do that without a changeling who is sained nearby. You see, it can lead to enchantment" And she explains enchantment "But you have to be CAREFUL... or it can expolse us even for a short time. I mean, if someone gets on youtube talking about goat people...maybe folik will think they're crazy, or amybe someone takes them all too seriously"

"So.. I can't let Mom know OR enchant Mom..."

"But what Arthur did was different?"

"You might be allowed to enchant her, in fact, we might want to, because she might be a kinian, or it could be your dad's side... but only under supervision, and.. yeah that's the Wyrd it's ...different, more draining but shorter lived. Now... are you okay with drinking my soda?"

"You got any cooties?"

"No... " A snort. Cooties aren't real even in the changeling world. Oh sure, Roch acts terrified of them but kids right? Taking that as yes, she closes her eyes for a second. She thinks as hard as she can of beauty, wonder, how good it is to feel things forming... she's no nocker, but she knows stories. Grandmother Spider's web, how Coyote placed the stars, the gem stone of the great river snake. And the glamour flutters into the liquid

"Here, try this" She hands it over

Thistle sniffs it. And gets a queer look - perhaps she is clumsily kenning, the skill does seem to be a bit instinctual.

Gwen feels a bit faded but puts on a brave face

"Wait, you changed color."

"Yeah? Well, don't sweat it. I have resources. Now , please drink it"

A coaxing kind of nod

She tries a sip.

The glamour floes into her...

Her hair shifts through a few more colors!

"*&%^9^^$#!"

"That's glamour, the raw essence of dreams... it's flavored a bit by the dreams it's formed by and such. "

"now, there are right ways and wrong ways to get glamour... I'll give you some basics.. but the safest way is to rest by a balefire."

"Right and wrong ways? Like how?"

And she tells her.. including of how sometimes the act of creation can bring glamour, how musing takes time and hard work, and how ravaging will get you in deep deep shit with a lot of nobles

(Fade to glamour chat)