#baronyofthesilverwolf

Baron Aiden is distant at the next meal. Lost in his thoughts, pensive, as he awaits answers from his seer. He knows better than to rush results, but... a soft sigh. Questions asked to him get a distracted answer... and he glances down to see Bluebell pouring sausage gravy on top of his blueberry waffles.

"Bluebell? Excuse me?"

The pooka gives him a smile and a touch of a curtsy as she sets the gravy boat down. "I asked if you wanted more gravy on your waffle, m'lord. You nodded."

Aiden's forehead wrinkles, and he looks up at Gwen seated across the table. "Did I say that?" (Spoiler, he did.)

Gwen says "Did you nod? yes." A nod

"Hm." He takes a small mouthful. "It's not the worst thing. Marigold's sausage gravy would taste good on anything." He admits with a bit of a smile.

Looking to Gwen. "Apologies. Please start again, I believe you were telling me about your spear practice with Linnea. How do you feel that is going?"

"I'm embarrassing myself less and less, which I think counts as progress" She states, " I actually got a hit in on Linnea that was pretty good. Her words, not mine, which I think is high praise"

He nods. "If Linnea says as much, you are doing well. Have you formed an opinion on whether you prefer working with the hounds, horses, or neither?" He watches her response. "I will not be offended if you feel that way. Rather, I prefer to know before relying too heavily on you to assist in their care." Another bite, sip of tea. "Or perhaps you may be interested in the mews?"

"The Mews?" She says "I heard that term but forgot it"

"From the late middle english, from old French mue or muer, and latin 'mutare' to change. It refers to the building where hawks or other birds are kept. Birds of prey, that is. Doves and pigeonsare kept in a dovecote, and while I have toyed with the idea of messenger birds, it is but an idle idea in these days of electronic messaging at the speed of thought."

"I've been curious about the mews, but I don't think Dame Calanthe likes me so I've let it be. I really like the dogs" She admits

He blinks a bit at this. "Why would you think so? I trust she has been courteous and respectful?" Setting down his fork with a soft clink.

"She.. oh. I'm sorry. I guess... no Baron, she's not been rude , I just get the feeling she thinks I'm scenery. She's like bored with me, and that's her choice. I just dont' think she likes me. Not the same as being rude."

Bluebell discretely slides a fresh blueberry tart onto Gwen's plate, and gives her a small smile.

The Baron wipes his mouth with a napkin, setting it on his plate. He says in a quiet voice, "It is my duty as your liege lord to see that you are properly treated here. I meant it when I said as much. I will speak to Calanthe. I am sure that she did not intend to be distant - my sister, she... " A small frown. "Has always troubled with...." A pause. "Rather, it is hard for her to relate properly with those of different rank. Still, I will speak to her and ask her to show you the mews. She complains oft enough that she needs more help with the birds, but it may have escaped her view that you might have interest. With no obligation - Would that suffice?"

"Thanks, Bluebell" And a nervous look, "Please tell her I am curious if I could be of assistance, but I also am happy to work with the dogs"

He finishes the last sip of his tea, setting the cup aside. "It is no trouble. Rather, it would be a shame if you have skills that lend towards hawking or care of birds, and that was lost due to lack of exposure." Standing, and Bluebell also rises to curtsy as he does. "Thank you both for joining me for breakfast. Tomorrow I believe I will ask the groomsmen to join us - or I may have breakfast taken out. One of the mares is close to foaling and they want to keep an eye on her. And then later in the week, I have some training with the pups that you can assist with, alongside Briar."

He discusses for a few minutes a schedule - which also includes time with Marigold and Julius to observe them at work - each having different view points to share and nuggets of fae knowledge to impart of their own specialties.

She nods and listens "Oh. I met your ladyfriend, she seemed nice" Perhaps forgetting not to be too famliar

"My...." He looks confused for a moment, then his cheeks color just a touch. "Baroness Dancingsnow?" Emphasizing her title. "She is a lady, and.. yes, a friend. As well as the Liaison between the Barony of River Vale and ourselves."

"oh, apologies" A blush "Baroness Dancingsnow yes. She.. she gave me some books. I thanked her" Feels VERY Important to mention that part now

He gives a small nod of approval. "I had heard, once I made sense of Bluebell's story - Julius helped decode. That was kind of her." Looking thoughtful again.

"Is there anything you have need of that Marigold or the other stewards have been unable to provide? ...I have been giving thought to a trip to Earth Runes. You may accompany me to visit Sir Ivory. And if there is anything you may wish to retrieve from your previous life?" Offered this last, delicately.

She smiles, by troll standards, at the kindness "I think maybe, yes. Ah, there's this jacket I always.. oh I won't fit it anymore"

"No matter. We will look into finding it. Tomorrow, when the trod opens." He nods, and takes his leave.

She rises and bows

And watches him go He's nice

Bluebell starts stacking plates, and dips a piece of scone into the sausage gravy to taste. "Sometimes interesting combinations can be found if you look around. And sometimes they are even good." A grin over to Gwen.

A blush "Noticed that. Like Rabbit girl and giants?"

humor

She giggles. "Now, don't be silly. You'll be trying for my position next."

"I'd trip all over myself" She says but has some more food before heading off to her chores

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